reincarnated in the world of naruto

The night stretched over the makeshift camp, and the flames of the bonfire danced in the darkness. I stared at the moon, lost in memories of my life before the Third World War.

"So much has changed…" I murmured to myself.

I remembered the days when I watched anime and series without a care, the aimless walks with Nikita, my dog, and the laughter shared with my family. I never had a girlfriend, but it didn't matter; I was happy with my friends and my life. Now everything was different.

My eyes drifted to the fire as I thought about my special ability.

"My Mangekyō… it's strange. I didn't expect something like this in this body."

Sometimes I wondered if "Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame" was a power from another world. Its name felt familiar, but I couldn't remember where it came from.

"Well… it doesn't matter."

I finished cooking the rabbit with rice and began to eat slowly. As I did, my mind returned to another important thought.

"If I can save Rin… nothing Obito will do will happen."

That thought gave me hope. But before continuing with my plans, there was something I needed to test.

I stood up and walked a few minutes among the trees. I activated my detection and soon found a rabbit. It was the perfect test subject.

"Let's see how my genjutsu works."

My eyes lit up with the Sharingan, but something strange happened: the rabbit didn't react. I frowned.

"What the hell…?"

I tried again, focusing my chakra on the illusion. Nothing.

"Could it be that I don't control Yin energy well?"

I shook my head. No, that didn't make sense. My chakra control was excellent. I decided to step it up.

"Mangekyō Sharingan."

The patterns in my eyes spun and glowed intensely. The rabbit looked at me… and nothing happened.

I let it go, confused.

"How is this possible?"

My mind went over everything I knew. And then, something hit me like a bolt of lightning.

"Wait… in the series, no Mangekyō user activated abilities with both eyes at the same time, like I do with ultimatium."

Could that be the reason?

I sighed and stopped thinking about it.

"Bah, I don't need it."

I decided to drop the topic and focus on something more urgent.

"Damn, I forgot to set up the tent."

I got to work immediately. When I finished, I sat down again, watching the embers of the bonfire slowly burn out.

For a moment, the image of Sayuri crossed my mind. Then, the others from the clan.

"I hope they're okay…"

The night continued its course, and I stayed there, wrapped in my thoughts, while the cold wind whispered through the trees.

Sayuri lay in her tent, staring at the fabric ceiling. The day had been a disaster. Another mission completed, but another life taken too soon. Another Uchiha comrade dead. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to stifle the lump in her throat.

"Why does life treat me like this?" she murmured, muffling a scream into her pillow.

She knew venting wouldn't change anything, but at least it gave her a breather. Her thoughts wandered between sadness and guilt until she reached a firm decision.

"I'll carry a flower for each fallen… every day."

She frowned. It was the least she could do.

She sighed, and her mind drifted to another concern, one she tried to ignore. Arata.

"I wonder how he's doing…" she whispered into the air, her heart beating faster than she'd like to admit. "Well, I shouldn't worry. He's strong."

Still, the unease didn't fade.

She turned to a corner of the tent and picked up a photo of her family. Her mother and father smiled in the picture, as warm as she remembered them. Her fingers traced the paper with affection.

"It's been over a month since I've seen them…" she whispered, hugging the photo to her chest.

She missed them. She missed them so much it hurt. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the nostalgia envelop her. But the exhaustion and grime of the day were too much. She got up and quietly went out to take a bath.

The cold water made her shiver, but it also helped clear her mind. As she dried off, she observed the Uchiha camp. Everyone seemed to be in constant tension, as if the war had stolen their ability to relax.

"Is this how we'll always be…?" she murmured to herself.

Back in her tent, she sat in front of the small mirror and began to dry her hair. Her eyes met her reflection. She was beautiful, she knew it, but her mind was elsewhere.

She remembered something someone once told her.

"And if Arata is as amazing as you say… why assume he couldn't see you that way?"

Her chest tightened.

"Could it be…?"

She shook her head and pushed the thought away. She didn't have time for such things. There were more urgent concerns. Her family, the war, the arrogance of some within the clan.

She lay down, looking at the photo one last time before closing her eyes.

"I hope this damn war ends soon…" she whispered. "And I hope we can be at peace with the village."

With that wish, exhaustion finally overtook her.

Meanwhile, Orochimaru drummed his fingers on the damp table, his serene expression barely altered by impatience. His golden eyes, sharp as a snake's, were lost in the dimness of the room.

The ANBU he sent after Arata's trail should have returned hours ago.

Suddenly, an ANBU knelt before him. His breathing was restrained, as if he hesitated to speak.

"Lord Orochimaru," he said firmly, but without raising his head. "We found the ANBU you sent after Arata."

"And?" Orochimaru whispered, drawing out the word with a hint of impatience.

The ANBU hesitated for a second before responding.

"We only found his remains."

The room fell silent. Orochimaru tilted his head slightly, letting the information settle in his mind. Then, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face.

"Interesting…" he murmured, sliding his tongue over his lips.

"You may leave."

The silence of the night only heightened his curiosity. He knew Arata Uchiha was no ordinary opponent, but he also trusted the skill of the Root shinobi. Danzo didn't place his trust in just anyone.

He rested his elbow on the table and let his chin fall into his palm.

"Could the boy have killed him?" His voice was barely a whisper, tinged with amusement.

The idea didn't unsettle him. On the contrary, it excited him.

He rested his elbow on the table and let his chin fall into his palm. Arata Uchiha was young, but if he truly had the will to kill someone from his own village, if he had been capable of sinking his kunai into the flesh of a Konoha man…

Orochimaru smiled.

That meant the boy had potential.

Danzo, as always, underestimated human nature. He believed loyalty could be shaped with discipline and fear, but Orochimaru knew that the most dangerous thing was ambition. If Arata had tasted blood and felt he could take what he wanted, then he had already taken the first step.

The sun beat down on the Village of Sound as I finally crossed its gates. The journey had been long and exhausting, but at least I had reached my destination: the strategic base. I walked with firm steps, ignoring the fatigue weighing on my shoulders, until, upon arrival, a familiar figure greeted me with a relaxed smile.

"Sakumo…" I murmured, surprised.

The legendary White Fang of Konoha watched me with his arms crossed and an expression of satisfaction.

"Arata, you finally made it. Good thing I requested your service in advance," he laughed, carefree.

I looked at him with a mix of disbelief and exhaustion.

"Do you know how much I've had to travel because of you? From one end of the country to the other!" I exclaimed, dropping my bag dramatically.

Sakumo laughed again, unfazed by my complaint.

"Sorry, sorry," he said between laughs. "But I knew I could count on you."

I huffed, but couldn't help smiling. If there was one thing that characterized Sakumo, it was his way of making others feel valued.

"Alright. So? What's the mission?"

His expression turned more serious, though he didn't lose that warm tone that defined him.

"Kumo ninjas. We're going to reinforce our lines. And you're not here just because you're a sensor, but because I know what you're capable of. Plus, you're someone I trust."

His words, spoken so naturally, made the exhaustion of the journey worth it. Sakumo didn't give praise lightly.

"Well, not every day you get that kind of compliment from a living legend," I said with a half-smile, then sighed. "I guess there's no time to rest, is there?"

"If you want, you can sleep for a bit. But if not, we can move out right now," he replied with that calm that made him seem invincible.

I looked at him for a moment and then stretched, ready for action.

"Nah, let's go now. Don't say I made you wait."

Sakumo smiled and patted my shoulder before turning around.

"Well said, Arata. Then, get ready. The real task begins now."

And with that, we set off.