I Got Transmigrated Into Naruto, But I Want to Die

[You spoke righteously, using logic to counter Uchiha Seichiro.]

[You have acquired the skill from your opponent: Fire Release – Phoenix Sage Fire Technique (C-rank) (Proficient).]

[Your Heartsteel stack has increased.]

[Now, you can view your Heartsteel stack and open your personal skill panel.]

Uchiha Renzou was momentarily stunned before showing a speechless expression.

He hadn't intended to trigger this talent—he was just looking for an excuse for this suicide mission.

And yet, he had managed to gain something out of it?

With a thought, a translucent interface floated before his eyes.

[Employee: Uchiha Renzou]

[Title: Heaven-Sent Warrior]

[Talents: Heartsteel (SSS), Sharingan (Unawakened, B), Combat Intuition (Undeveloped, S).]

[Skills: Uchiha Style – Wire-Controlled Shuriken Jutsu (Mastered, S), Fire Release – Great Fireball Technique (Beginner, C), Fire Release – Phoenix Sage Fire Technique (Proficient, C), Taijutsu (Beginner).]

[Heartsteel Stack (Expandable)]

[Insurance Status: Paid.]

Uchiha Renzou glanced at the panel briefly—it was more or less what he had expected, so he dismissed it with a thought.

The only thing that puzzled him was the sudden appearance of a talent labeled [Combat Intuition]—he wasn't sure where that had come from.

Other than that, everything was within his predictions.

Gaining an extra panel and an additional jutsu wasn't a big deal.

After all, the panel was just for display, and the jutsu was merely a C-rank Fire Release technique—Phoenix Sage Fire.

Fire Release was notorious for being a merciful combat style, often following the "Lots of Smoke, No Real Harm" principle.

As long as he could convince his two squadmates, this mission might still be worth a shot.

However, despite his well-laid plans, reality refused to cooperate.

His righteous words echoed in Uchiha Seichiro's ears, making the latter's expression darken.

Seichiro was part of the Uchiha clan's dove faction and knew the mission's true purpose.

He was already frustrated about being involved in this mess, and now Uchiha Renzou had the audacity to lecture him?

His eyes narrowed sharply, and with a flicker, his Sharingan activated.

"Uchiha Renzou… are you lecturing me?"

Seichiro's brows furrowed coldly as he locked eyes with Renzou, his voice chilling.

"You're just a mere Genin who hasn't even awakened his Sharingan—what gives you the right to lecture me?"

"Looks like you need to be taught a lesson."

Uchiha Renzou had made logical points, but Seichiro's main concern was survival.

Sneaking into the borderlands was the act of a reckless fool—far too dangerous for his liking.

Thus, being confronted like this only fueled his rage.

When Renzou saw Seichiro's Sharingan activate, he instinctively averted his gaze, looking at Seichiro's chest instead of his eyes.

And that was when he saw—

Seichiro suddenly lunging at him, one hand grabbing his hair while the other clamped onto his shoulder, forcefully pushing his head downward.

At the same time, Seichiro's knee rocketed toward Renzou's face!

Renzou's pupils shrank in shock.

He hadn't expected—

That Seichiro would dare to attack him outright, even with Elder Uchiha Setsuna standing right there!

In the next moment—

Renzou took a sharp breath and instinctively moved.

Instead of resisting, he went with the downward force, twisting his foot against the ground, engaging his waist and legs to propel himself into a backward flip.

In mid-air, he barely dodged the incoming knee strike, shifting his head just in time.

Meanwhile, his hand had already reached for the back of his waist—

Three shuriken flew out instantly.

Their targets: Seichiro's throat, wrist, and temple.

"What?!" Seichiro's Sharingan widened in shock.

His dynamic vision allowed him to see the incoming projectiles clearly—

But seeing was one thing; reacting was another.

He hastily arched his back, releasing Renzou's hair just in time to dodge the three shuriken.

His heart trembled slightly, but his shock quickly turned into overwhelming fury.

Uchiha Renzou dared to fight back?!

He dared to rebel against a Chunin superior?!

Seichiro's two-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, his gaze becoming even more dangerous as he quickly formed hand seals.

But before he could complete them—

Renzou had already started his own seals mid-air.

Rat → Tiger → Dog → Ox → Hare → Tiger!

Fire Release – Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!

Just as Seichiro finished his last Tiger seal, he saw six fiery spheres rapidly closing in on him.

And right behind them—came several sharp whooshing sounds!

Six shuriken.

Three kunai.

All flying at him in an overwhelming barrage.

"Shit!" Seichiro's pupils shrank in horror.

Fifteen projectiles in total—at such volume, even with his two-tomoe Sharingan predicting their trajectories, he had no way to dodge them all.

His only option was to use Body Flicker to escape.

However—

Even as the barrage flew toward him—

Renzou was already grabbing more weapons.

His left hand held another set of four shuriken between his fingers.

And that wasn't all.

His right hand reached for the scroll pouch at his waist, pulling out a sealing scroll and unfurling it.

At its center—

A massive kanji: "NIN"

Judging by the scroll's size, it likely contained hundreds of ninja tools.

What the hell?!

How could this kid throw so much?!

"Enough."

At that moment, a cold, detached voice rang out.

Elder Uchiha Setsuna, who had been watching silently, finally spoke.

He suddenly appeared between the two, drawing the ninja blade from his back.

With a smooth arc, his blade traced the air like a crescent moon.

Ssssht! Ssssht!

All six fireballs, six shuriken, and three kunai—

Were slashed down in a single motion.

"Uchiha Seichiro." Elder Setsuna slowly sheathed his blade, his chilling gaze sending shivers down Seichiro's spine.

"Go back to work."

Seichiro trembled under his gaze before wordlessly retreating.

He silently moved to set up perimeter traps, though his face still bore traces of resentment.

He was a Chunin—

He had only been caught off guard by the overwhelming number of projectiles.

Had he taken the fight seriously, there was no way Uchiha Renzou, a mere Genin, could have won.

With the fight over, Renzou quietly gathered his scattered weapons, heart aching.

Setsuna's single sword swing had ruined two of his best kunai.

As for the cheaply made shuriken—those had been cleaved in half.

That was money.

Hard-earned money meant for actual battles—wasted on Uchiha Seichiro.

It felt like he had lost big.

Meanwhile, Setsuna's gaze lingered on the first three shuriken Renzou had thrown.

From his vantage point, he had noticed—

Those initially "misfired" shuriken had been wrapped in thin wires.

Had he not intervened—

Seichiro would have Body Flickered to that exact spot—

And Renzou would have yanked the wires.

Had Renzou been ruthless, Seichiro would have been decapitated instantly.

Setsuna narrowed his eyes slightly.

For a brief moment…

It felt like he was fighting himself.

This kid's shuriken technique… was something else.

"Your name is Uchiha Renzou, right?" Setsuna suddenly asked.

"Uh, yeah, that's me." Renzou blinked in surprise.

Setsuna's eyes gleamed as he gestured toward the campfire.

"Come here."