I Got Transmigrated Into Naruto, But I Want to Die

The bonfire blazed, illuminating the night sky in the wilderness.

Amidst the rustling of leaves, faint screams and distant chaotic noises seemed to echo.

Three individuals sat in silence around the fire.

Uchiha Setsuna glanced at the two others before speaking with a solemn expression:

"This mission's true danger stems from an unexpected development."

"Half a month ago, the Chinoike Clan submitted their third confession letter to the Daimyo of the Land of Lightning."

"However, the envoy returning from the Land of Lightning was ambushed and killed en route, and their severed head was exchanged for a bounty at an underground cash-out post."

"The Daimyo of the Land of Lightning was enraged and decided to continue imprisoning the Chinoike Clan."

"In desperation, the Chinoike had no choice but to secretly contact Kumogakure."

"Kumogakure, in turn, agreed to send forces to free the Chinoike. In exchange, the Chinoike Clan would join Kumogakure and become one of its bloodline clans."

Uchiha Seiiichiro was immediately puzzled. "But isn't the Chinoike Clan already a bloodline clan of the Land of Lightning? How could they have negotiated such a deal with Kumogakure?"

Uchiha Renzou slightly shook his head. Having read the original story, he had some guesses about this.

During the Warring States period, a daughter of the Chinoike Clan married into the Daimyo's family as a concubine.

Shortly afterward, the Daimyo fell ill and passed away. The Chinoike woman, envied and slandered, was scapegoated, leading to the entire clan being exiled to Hell Valley.

To put it bluntly, the Chinoike Clan had already assimilated into nobility, so they naturally did not want to lower themselves and become mere warriors for Kumogakure.

They would rather continue their imprisonment in Hell Valley, hoping that one day they would be pardoned and regain their status as high-ranking nobles in the Land of Lightning.

Now that hope had been shattered. With no future left, they had no choice but to throw themselves into the arms of those barbarians in Kumogakure.

Kumogakure, on the other hand, welcomed this opportunity with open arms. With the Third Shinobi War looming, the Chinoike Clan would be a valuable asset on the battlefield.

And who knew? Perhaps the murdered envoy was actually Kumogakure's doing.

Understanding this, Uchiha Renzou looked at the entire situation with newfound clarity—it was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

Great Elder Uchiha Setsuna did not offer Seichiro a detailed explanation. He simply said gravely:

"All you need to know is that our greatest threat right now is Kumogakure. That is enough."

"Therefore, our top priority is to reach Hell Valley safely and rendezvous with our Uchiha kin there."

"The night is falling. Seichiro, you and Renzou will take turns keeping watch and setting up traps around the perimeter."

"That is all. Get to it."

Uchiha Setsuna waved his hand dismissively as he issued his command to Seichiro.

Seichiro, having received no answers, was instead assigned all the grunt work. Frustrated, he got up, muttering curses under his breath.

At that moment, Uchiha Renzou's eyes gleamed slightly as he asked:

"Then why aren't we traveling at night?"

"In this situation, shouldn't we be trying to reach Hell Valley as soon as possible?"

Seichiro shot him a look of disdain, his eyes narrowing mockingly.

"Ridiculous!"

"Kid, have you not even read the ninja regulations?"

"Do you want me to recite them for you? The first rule states that a ninja should avoid traveling at night to prevent ambushes."

[Uchiha Seichiro looks down on you.]

Seeing this text float in front of him, Uchiha Renzou inwardly shook his head.

The reasoning made sense, but if they continued as planned and departed at dawn, wouldn't that mean Kumogakure's ambushers would be waiting in vain?

He had left the village for three things: battle, battle, and more battle!

Moreover, Renzou had a logical basis for suggesting this.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Renzou chuckled and stood up.

"Situations should be analyzed individually."

"Tonight is pitch black with strong winds—you can't even see your own hand in front of your face. Forget ambushing, I wouldn't even be able to find toilet paper in this darkness. And on top of that, we're Uchiha. What exactly are you afraid of?"

Renzou's confidence came from the Uchiha Clan's Kekkei Genkai, the Sharingan.

Even in complete darkness, the Sharingan's dynamic vision and ability to perceive chakra flows would render Kumogakure's ambushes useless.

If this was true, then Uchiha Setsuna and Uchiha Seichiro would have a high chance of breaking through Kumogakure's defensive lines.

And as for him, Uchiha Renzou—since he had yet to awaken his Sharingan…

In this kind of battle, he would absolutely not survive!

This way, he could "gloriously" throw his life away!

Uchiha Setsuna glanced up at the sky, observing the thick clouds overhead.

Meanwhile, Uchiha Seichiro sneered coldly.

He stepped forward, grabbed Uchiha Renzou by the collar, and lifted him slightly. Bringing his face close, he lowered his voice and said icily:

"Uchiha Renzou, let me make something clear—"

"I got dragged into this mess because of you!"

Gritting his teeth, Seichiro's cold gaze was filled with utter disdain.

"And who do you think you are?"

"You dare question the ninja regulations written by the Second Hokage?"

"Do you even know how many Konoha ninja die every year because they ignore those rules?"

Silence fell over the area. Even the wind had stopped.

Uchiha Renzou looked at Seichiro calmly, seeing the cold fury in his eyes.

After a brief pause, Renzou spoke in an indifferent tone:

"Seichiro-senpai, a ninja climbs over a wall because it's the easiest way."

"But if climbing is actually harder—"

"Then smashing through the wall is also an option."

Renzou smirked, glanced at Seichiro, then slapped his hand away and said coldly:

"You're missing the point."

As his words fell, a deafening clang resounded in Renzou's ears.

Most hot springs are found in riverbeds nestled within valleys. The Land of Hot Water, famous for its onsens, was characterized by towering mountains and deep ravines.

Traveling from the Land of Fire to the Land of Hot Water required crossing through these highlands.

Passing through the valleys was the only way to cross the border between Fire and Hot Water.

At this moment—

Beneath a large tree just past the mountain pass, two shinobi clad in Kumogakure uniforms sat casually, roasting meat.

A younger Kumogakure ninja furrowed his brow and asked,

"Ramii-senpai, Tsuchidai-senpai, isn't it risky to be this relaxed?"

"You're too tense, Moroi." The older ninja, Ramii, waved him off nonchalantly, even passing him a roasted rabbit leg before explaining,

"We have stationed spies from the Hot Water ninja ahead of us."

"The moment there's movement, we'll receive the signal immediately."

"Besides, the Uchiha aren't made of iron. They've been traveling all day and must be exhausted. Knowing there's danger ahead, do you think they'd charge in blindly?"

"Get some rest. This mission is about taking down Uchiha Setsuna, that old bastard. Tomorrow will be a brutal battle."

"He must die here—only then can the Two-Tails Renzounchuriki wipe out the defensive forces at Hell Valley."

Moroi glanced at their small team and hesitated before nodding.

A veteran Jōnin, an elite Jōnin, and himself, a Tokubetsu Jōnin…

There was no way they could lose to a single old Uchiha.

Kumogakure had pulled out all the stops for this mission.

Once the hawkish Uchiha leader arrived—

They would bury him and his team right here!