Konoha: This Uchiha is extremely sneaky

Chapter 1 Nightmare

The stars were scattered across the sky, and a bright, white moon hung high in the sky. The moonlight, like water, pierced through the thin, drifting clouds and spilled onto the earth.

Amidst the boundless forest stretching across the land, a pristine white ribbon flows silently, passing beside a village nestled against the mountainside. Three slightly austere and solemn portraits gaze upon the village below.

Along the village, a retro Tang-style street paved with long stone slabs stands. A few shops are still open, their doors and windows glowing with light, and occasionally, a few muffled shouts, tinged with drunkenness, drift out.

In a secluded spot far from the city, behind a deep grove of trees, sits an old-fashioned, elegant Japanese-style mansion consisting of three rooms enclosed by a fence entwined with vines.

The roof is built on two slopes, with a gable roof, and bathed in moonlight, it is elegant and tranquil.

A gentle breeze caresses the wind chimes, causing them to sway and produce a delicate, melodious sound...

A gentle evening breeze drifted by, its sound mingling with the chimes, enchanting the night. Silvery moonlight streamed down the wooden hallway, filtering through the windows and into the bedroom.

A small figure lay on the small bed in the bedroom. The blanket that should have been covering the body had been kicked aside. Upon closer inspection, it was a rather delicate and cute little face, with a touch of baby fat.

His constantly trembling eyelids and the kicked-off blankets showed that he was not sleeping soundly.

"what……"

A terrified scream came from inside the room. Almost simultaneously, there were the sounds of footsteps thumping and the door opening.

"Toshiro! Are you alright...?"

Upon hearing the sound, a girl of sixteen or seventeen immediately entered the room!

He was holding the small figure on the bed in his arms, one hand around the head and the other on the back, gently patting it, like he was coaxing a child.

"I'm fine, Mika-nee!"

Being held in someone's arms like a baby, even if that person is a kind and beautiful young woman, still evokes a strange sense of "shyness" in a man who is psychologically over thirty!

Ignoring the infant's struggles, the girl rested her chin on the child's forehead. She tightened her grip on the writhing body with one hand, holding him even closer, while continuing to pat the infant's back with the other. It was as if this could alleviate the child's fear and panic.

"Did you have another nightmare?"

"Um……"

After struggling to no avail, the young boy gave up in despair. Smelling the scent wafting from the girl, a mixture of shower gel and the unique fragrance of her age, the boy named "Toshiro" slowly calmed down, his tense and uneasy feelings caused by the dream he had just experienced.

Seeing that the child in her arms had calmed down, she breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a pang of pity.

The child in her arms was the result of her elder sister's and the clan's elite's efforts to conceive, and should have been growing up healthily under the care of its parents. However, four years ago, when her sister was less than six months pregnant, her brother-in-law sacrificed his life in a mission.

The older sister fell seriously ill after giving birth and remained depressed for the rest of her life. She ultimately passed away when her child was just four years old. This left many elders in the clan deeply saddened, lamenting that perhaps this was the fate of ninjas.

"I'm really okay, Mika-nee. I can't even remember the dream I just had!"

Seeing that the child didn't seem to be lying, the girl put the child back on the bed and helped cover him with the blanket again. She then gave the child a gentle smile.

"Does Toshiro need me to sleep with you? I'm sure you'll never have nightmares again if I'm there!"

"No need, Mika-nee! I'm really fine! I can't remember any of the dream I just had!"

Hearing this answer, and looking into the child's dark eyes, the girl finally felt relieved, turned around, and slowly left the room.

As the girl turned around, the family crest on the back of her coat was revealed to the young child.

"It's the Uchiha!" The child sighed softly to himself. With the sound of the door closing, the bedroom fell silent, and the child's thoughts began to drift away.

As a modern man in his thirties, he struggled to cross that narrow bridge. Then, in his early twenties, he left the ivory tower to venture into society, making his experience quite remarkable.

Just as I was entering the golden years of my life and preparing to make great strides, I unexpectedly found myself in this strange yet familiar world.

He still has a deep impression of "Naruto," the anime that accompanied him through his youth.

But what's with the name "Toshiro"? Shouldn't he be a character from "Bleach"? How did he end up in Naruto? And most importantly, "Uchiha" is such a dangerous surname.

Thinking about the dream he just had, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. How could he forget! He had a very deep impression of that figure; he had only been comforting the other person just now.

A white figure high in the sky faces the full moon, hands forming a mudra. An exaggerated smile curves at the corners of his mouth, as if he is laughing heartily at the fulfillment of a long-cherished dream, or perhaps feeling sorrow for severing all ties with the world.

"Illuminating the world, Infinite Tsukuyomi!"

That's right, the nightmare I just had was the scene of Madara using "Infinite Tsukuyomi" during the Fourth Shinobi World War.

Yesterday I dreamt of a guy with orange hair, hovering above the village, muttering, "How many floors do you have to carry a bag of rice up?! You have to carry a bag of rice up to the second floor!"

The day before yesterday, I dreamed of a short man dressed in an ANBU uniform, carrying a katana, squatting on a utility pole at the intersection in front of my house.

"Ugh! This is unbearable!" The four-year-old boy named Uchiha Toshiro sighed again, at a loss for what to do.

"I just hope that as the memories merge, these recurring dreams will gradually disappear!"

This time travel seems a bit off! When other people travel through time, they either have a cheat code, a personal grandpa, or all sorts of systems by their side.

Why is it that when I get to him, there's nothing left? I think I've wandered into a fake time-travel movie, or maybe I've wandered into the wrong movie set!

It's one thing if he's not the wielder of the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto from "Bleach." But how did they end up in "Naruto," and the Uchiha clan at that, with almost everyone dying before the very beginning?

"Oh well! Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. We can only take it one step at a time."

As my thoughts wandered, I slowly drifted off to sleep, hoping that I would not have those nightmares again!

(End of this chapter)