Konoha — the Hidden Leaf Village — stood proudly among the Five Great Nations as both the richest and the most powerful ninja village. Founded by the two mightiest clans in shinobi history, the Senju and the Uchiha, it was a symbol of strength, stability, and legacy. Its people lived under the shadow of towering walls and the protection of countless skilled ninja.
But tonight, that peace was shattered.
A monstrous red beast towered over the heart of the village — the Nine-Tailed Fox. Its fur glowed like molten fire, and its nine enormous tails lashed wildly at the sky, blotting out the moonlight. Each swing of its tails sent shockwaves tearing through the streets. With every swipe of its claws, entire rows of houses were flattened.
Its roar — deep, thunderous, and filled with primal fury — drowned out all other sounds.
Below, dozens upon dozens of Konoha shinobi fought desperately, their jutsu lighting up the night in streaks of fire, water, lightning, and earth. But the Nine-Tails was relentless. Its raw power eclipsed even the most coordinated efforts of the village's defenders.
Debris filled the air. Shattered walls and broken roof tiles rained down like deadly shrapnel. Massive chunks of stone were hurled across the battlefield, crushing anything unfortunate enough to be in their path.
Inside one of the houses struck by falling rubble, a young girl with a simple ponytail stood frozen. She stared blankly at the sight before her. A massive boulder had crashed through the ceiling, striking down the man who had shielded her with his own body.
Her father.
The man who had laughed with her, guided her, and protected her in every way possible — now lay crushed and unmoving.
For a moment, she could not breathe. Her hands trembled as she stepped forward, kneeling beside him. She reached for his hand, still warm, and clutched it tightly as though refusing to let him go.
But he was gone.
Her vision blurred, and a strange heat surged behind her eyes. Slowly, her once-dark irises bled into a vivid crimson. A single black tomoe formed within each eye, spinning slowly. Tears streaked down her cheeks, mixing with tiny trails of blood that seeped from the corners of her eyes, giving her a haunting, almost terrifying appearance.
She — Duanmu Quan — had awakened the Sharingan.
Grief surged like a wave threatening to drown her. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat. And then, without warning, an entirely different pain struck.
Her head felt as if it were splitting open.
"Aah!" She clutched her skull, collapsing to the floor. It was as if someone had thrown open a door inside her mind, flooding her with a torrent of images, sensations, and knowledge that didn't belong to this life. Memories crashed into her like a raging river — countless scenes flashing in rapid succession, too fast to comprehend.
She screamed again, curling into herself as the overwhelming flood threatened to tear her apart.
It lasted for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, the storm subsided. Her breathing was ragged, her forehead slick with cold sweat. Slowly, she forced herself to stand. Her vision swam for a moment before clearing. The blood-red eyes faded, returning to the deep black she had always known.
Duanmu Quan looked around, her mind racing. Those memories — they weren't dreams. They were real.
"I… I've come to the world of Naruto," she whispered in disbelief. "But… why did I only awaken my memories today? Is it because of… this?"
She could feel something deep inside her, the strange presence that had brought her here. She was about to focus on it when the sound of falling rubble snapped her back to reality.
The walls around her groaned ominously. The house was moments from collapsing.
With no time to spare, she bolted for the door.
Outside, chaos reigned. The Nine-Tails towered in the distance, still locked in a deadly dance with Konoha's defenders. Explosions lit up the night sky while screams and battle cries mixed into an indistinguishable roar of sound.
Just as she stepped into the open, a boy's voice rang out sharply behind her.
"Come here!"
She turned and saw a child not much older than herself — a boy with sharp features and dark hair. He carried a small child on his back and reached toward her urgently.
For a second, her heart skipped a beat.
That face… it looked familiar.
Her eyes widened. "This… this is… a young Uchiha Itachi?" she muttered under her breath. And if that was true, then…
Am I Uchiha Izumi?
No. Her name was Duanmu Quan.
But then a thought hit her — in this timeline, after her father's death, her mother might return to the Uchiha clan. She might take the surname "Uchiha." Could she really be that Uchiha Izumi?
"Come on! We have to get to the shelter!" Itachi urged, his voice cutting through her spiraling thoughts.
She wiped her tears roughly, took a deep breath, and ran toward him. He grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her along, his pace quick despite carrying a child.
Behind them, another chunk of stone crashed down, obliterating the spot where she had just been standing.
Her heart twisted as she glanced back at the remains of her home — the place where her father had died for her. Now it was nothing more than rubble.
They ran until they reached a group of ninja organizing civilians for evacuation. Itachi quickly handed her over to them.
"You go with them," he instructed.
"Hm? Aren't you coming to the shelter?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Everyone else is there. Don't worry." And with that, he turned and hurried away with Sasuke still strapped to his back.
Izumi — Duanmu Quan — watched his retreating figure for a moment before turning toward the massive fox in the distance. Then, with no other choice, she followed the crowd toward safety.
The shelter was overflowing with people — frightened civilians, wounded shinobi, and families desperately calling out for lost loved ones. The air was thick with cries, shouts, and sobs.
"Izumi!"
Her head snapped toward the sound. She spotted a familiar figure pushing through the crowd.
"Mom!"
They reached each other and embraced tightly. Izumi's voice broke. "Father, he…"
Her mother's eyes filled with tears. "I know. I went back to look for you… I saw it…" Her words dissolved into sobs.
Izumi held onto her, but her mind was spinning. She wasn't just a frightened child. She was a transmigrator — a soul from Earth now living in this body. In her previous life, she had been a man. Now, she was a young girl destined to become Uchiha Izumi.
The realization sent a cold shiver down her spine. She knew what was coming. In a few short years, the Uchiha Clan would face a massacre. And Izumi… Izumi would die.
She remembered the different versions of her fate. In the novels, Uchiha Itachi killed her mercifully under the illusion of Tsukuyomi, letting her live seventy dream years together with him before ending her life. In the anime, she was killed by Obito on that same bloody night.
Instinctively, she touched her hair. It was black — no tear mole under her eye. She exhaled slowly. "At least… maybe I'll die a little more comfortably," she murmured darkly.
But no. Death was death. And now that she had her memories back, she wasn't going to accept that fate.
Her Sharingan's early awakening proved she had talent. If she trained hard enough, she might be able to change the course of events.
And she had another advantage — her "cheat."
In her previous life, she had stumbled upon a strange, broken, elongated object in the mountains. It was as black as ink, yet no matter how much she tried to grind it, no color came out. A friend had told her it was an ink stick, but it seemed useless. Then, one day, she accidentally pricked her finger on its broken tip, letting her blood stain it.
The moment her blood touched it, her world went dark.
When she awoke, she was here — in this body. The ink stick, she would later learn, was the Divine Ink — a tool of the gods, tainted with their aura. It had fallen through the void and landed on Earth, where fate had led her to it.
Unable to withstand its power, her human body had perished, but her soul had been carried into this new world. The Divine Ink had fused with her, lying dormant until her Sharingan's awakening roused it once more.
Now it pulsed quietly inside her, a reservoir of untapped potential.
But she couldn't help but groan inwardly.
"Of all places… why the Uchiha Clan? And why a girl?"
Her thoughts were swallowed by the sounds of chaos beyond the shelter walls. Outside, the battle between Konoha and the Nine-Tails raged on, and the future she dreaded drew closer with every passing moment.
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