Cold rain slapped against his cheeks, snapping Uchiha Soren back into clarity.
His scarlet Sharingan, its three tomoe spinning like a cruel vortex, surveyed the corpse-strewn battlefield below.
Blood-red chakra burst from his body with wild ferocity, warping the air with a pressure so heavy it crushed the scattered remains across the ground, splashing blood like blooming crimson flowers.
Surrounded by drifting blood mist, Soren suddenly sensed something. His hand rose to his forehead almost unconsciously. Beneath his fingers, his handsome features shifted—
—and his low chuckle cracked open into an unrestrained, arrogant laugh.
"Heh… heheheh… hahahahahahaha!"
"Sixteen years of life… and finally, my wish is fulfilled!"
"From this day forward— I, Uchiha Soren, step onto the very peak of the shinobi world!"
[System, allocate my points!]
Three-Tomoe Sharingan → Mangekyō Sharingan.
At that silent command, a cold, unfathomable surge of Yin Release power—mysterious like moonlight shimmering on water—poured into Soren's mind. Guided by an unknown force, it flowed straight into his eyes.
In an instant, his ocular power skyrocketed. The surge became so dense it felt tangible, sweeping outward with force rivaling a low-rank Wind Style jutsu.
The three black tomoe twisted and linked, interlocking into a new pattern—
—a magnificent, complex design embodying heaven and earth.
As the Yin Release fluctuations faded, Soren looked at the world again… and everything felt new.
If he had to describe it—
—it was like paying for VIP and jumping from HD straight to Blu-ray.
The drifting wind, the falling rain, the trembling branches, the flowing blood, the flicker of distant light—
each frame appeared vividly before his eyes, fully exposed to the gaze of his Mangekyō Sharingan.
His perception sharpened, his copying prowess heightened, his genjutsu deepened.
And hidden within his bloodline, something far more terrifying awakened—
the birth of his two Mangekyō abilities.
Not only that—his chakra multiplied, his physique strengthened several times over, and every ninjutsu in his arsenal surged in potency.
What elite jōnin struggled for to reach Kage-level… was nothing more than leftovers from an Uchiha completing Mangekyō evolution.
"So this is Kage-level… No—this is a Mangekyō Uchiha, stronger than most Kage!"
Exhaling slowly, Soren glanced at a ripple in the air. His Mangekyō spun once, then shifted back to three-tomoe. He lifted a hand casually.
"Lord Soren! Bad news!"
A faint ripple opened midair, and out popped a chubby orange-and-white cat with tiny legs and a round belly. It wore a black shirt with the Uchiha fan crest on its back—both festive and adorable.
The cat meowed anxiously as it landed in Soren's palm, its silly round face full of panic, white whiskers trembling.
"Juno, how many times have I told you? Don't panic.
First, let me pet you."
Soren scooped the cat into his arms, stroking its smooth fur and burying his face into it for a deep inhale—
—calming the excitement of a man who was ready to punch the Raikage and kick the Hokage.
"Juno" was the name Soren had given the ninja cat—something like closing the final page of his past life.
Born into the Ninja Cat Clan, Juno belonged to the species that had cooperated with the Uchiha for generations. Unlike the Inuzuka's dogs, the Uchiha relied on highly intelligent, adorable cats for intelligence work and weapon trade. Nearly every Uchiha had a feline partner.
To Soren, at least thirty percent of the clan's stability could be credited to these soft, fluffy companions.
He had signed a summoning contract with Juno when he first became a genin and when she could barely meow. Then the First Shinobi World War erupted—
and two years had passed since.
"L-Lord Soren… n-not the neck… it tickles… m-meow~"
Juno squirmed, melting under Soren's relentless petting, letting out weak, breathy meows.
"As expected of you, Juno. Perfect."
Completely satisfied, Soren carried the floating, stunned cat away from the pile of corpses left behind by the Hidden Cloud forces. He headed toward the frontline between Konoha and Kumogakure.
Even a battle-hungry Uchiha felt uncomfortable lingering amid such gore.
They enjoyed battle to grow stronger—
but they weren't psychopaths.
"Juno, wake up. We still have business."
He tapped her head. Under her betrayed glare, he asked casually:
"Is the war almost over?"
Soren only knew the broad strokes of Naruto's future.
At this point in history, information was scarce—and the longer he lived, the less useful his foreknowledge would become.
After all—
He had a system.
Who cared about the plot?
Sooner or later, there would be no one left in the world who could fight him.
Even now, only a handful could.
In short—
he was invincible.
"Yes, Lord Soren. According to front-line reports—Second Hokage Senju Tobirama and the Second Raikage are preparing peace talks. They'll soon sign a treaty in the Land of Hot Water."
"Start a war, realize they can't win, then hurry to surrender… truly worthy of mountain bandits."
Soren scoffed, despising the Hidden Cloud. Then his expression tightened—
With no war, where would his system find nature's "generous donations"?
Good men willing to die weren't common.
Still petting Juno, he glanced at his system panel.
— Uchiha Soren —
Bloodline:Mangekyō Sharingan (Insight, Copy, Genjutsu, Susanoo…)
Skills:
• Ninjutsu:Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu, Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire, etc.
• Taijutsu:Uchiha-style Swordsmanship / Taijutsu
• Genjutsu:Demonic Illusion: Fox's Mind Art, Demonic Illusion: Tree Binding Death, etc.
Overall Power Level:Strong Kage
(World hierarchy: Genin → Chunin → Special Jōnin → Jōnin → Elite Jōnin → Kage → Strong Kage → Super Kage → Sage of Six Paths)
Ascension Points: 0
(So many people, yet only one VIP seat…)
"Let's see… evolving Three-Tomoe to Mangekyō cost 1,000 points.
Eternal Mangekyō… hmm, ten thousand."
"Even if I sacrifice every guy in Hidden Cloud, plus the entire Senju clan and Konoha, I'd still be short…"
Konoha only had around two hundred jōnin. Cloud maybe one hundred fifty. Over two years, Soren had already killed more than twenty Cloud jōnin using various… questionable methods, enraging the entire village.
When he was still just two-tomoe level, he was once surrounded by six jōnin. Only the intervention of a nearby Senju jōnin saved him from certain death.
That incident… ignited the full-scale war.
Since then, Soren—always a lone wolf—grew stronger, roaming the battlefield like a ghost, his power rising explosively until he became a dragon descending upon mortals.
As for chunin or genin?
A single kunai throw could take out dozens.
Not worth remembering.
"…Thinking about it, I really am sinful. If I die, hell is definitely my next stop."
Juno, unable to grasp his thoughts, watched his shifting expressions—joyful one moment, gloomy the next. Any unfamiliar ninja cat would have been terrified.
The little cat raised a paw timidly.
"Lord Soren… what will you do next?"
Naturally—send them to hell."
Soren smiled brightly.
"For the peace of the shinobi world. For Konoha's future. For the Uchiha clan…
My Sharingan is already starving."
Senju Tobirama.
Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Shimura Danzo.
Uchiha Kagami.
None of you are getting away.
You will all die.
No one can save you.
After all—
I'm a rogue ninja.
Kehehehehehehe!