Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

"This world... was destroyed?"

Tsunade stared at the screen, her face full of disbelief.

Ito Hidenaka and Shizune looked as pale as death. They were in huge trouble. A fragment of the historical time loop had been obliterated—not by their hands, sure—but it was their actions that had attracted the transmigrator here in the first place. They had to take responsibility.

"The past timeline was completely erased, and yet the future is totally unaffected?"

Tsunade turned to the demon and questioned him sharply.

The demon stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Maybe... some kind of divine being has been keeping an eye on this world."

Those half-crazed, bugged-out 2B mad gods could absolutely twist the ninja world into a buggy mess full of loopholes.

Of course, that was just speculation.

What the demon really cared about was whether or not he'd fallen into a trap. According to the Lamp God, the moment he obtained that manga, the trap had already been sprung. He'd tried to leave the Naruto plane multiple times now—each time, he'd been flung into some chaotic parallel world.

Tsunade was in a panic. She couldn't care less about whether the ninja world got destroyed. All she wanted was to return to her original reality.

With a casual wave of his hand, the demon swatted away the annoying "fly"—and while he was at it, he also killed Ito Hidenaka and Shizune.

Tsunade lay on the ground, eyes wide in disbelief. Even in death, she couldn't comprehend why her so-called "compatriot" had turned on her so suddenly and struck with such cruelty.

Wasn't this the kind of betrayal plot twist where the kind-hearted, innocent heroine usually wins in the end?

Why did she get killed off without even lasting a single second?!

After the demon left, the bodies of Tsunade and the others gradually faded into nothingness. The entire world disintegrated like an old, sun-bleached photograph, slowly vanishing without a trace.

...

The Land of Fire was rich in natural resources and had always been the heart of the ninja world. And Konohagakure—its greatest military force—was likewise the center of all things.

At this moment, the evening glow bathed the village in a sea of crimson. The streets were bustling with activity, and the entire village seemed to bask in the warmth of sunlight.

Yet even in a place that revered the Will of Fire, there were still corners where light could not reach.

In the base of the Root, an elderly man named Shimura Danzō leaned on his cane. Half his face was wrapped in gauze. Across from him stood a ninja, waiting in silence.

"Getsushoku, the Uchiha shown in this photo is your target," Danzō ordered. "He's made public statements harmful to the village. I suspect he's in league with enemy spies. Kill him—and bring back his eyes."

A faint breeze stirred in the shadowy Root base. The ninja known only as Getsushoku, face hidden behind a demon mask, gave the photo a glance but didn't take it. He simply nodded, indicating he understood.

Danzō's expression didn't change. He was used to Getsushoku's caution and guarded demeanor.

No one knew where Getsushoku had come from—only that it wasn't from here. He was one of Orochimaru's pieces planted inside the ANBU. Danzō and Orochimaru had reached a certain understanding. Danzō didn't mind using Orochimaru's people to deal with the Uchiha. And if something went wrong, he could always shift the blame to Orochimaru.

Getsushoku was powerful. Every mission he'd taken on had been executed "perfectly." Orochimaru really had no qualms about assigning this guy spy work, which spoke volumes about his ability.

Danzō's gaze turned cold as he reiterated: "Your target is an Uchiha. One misstep could destabilize relations between their clan and the village. A parasite like this must be removed—quietly and cleanly. Getsushoku, do you understand what I mean?"

Getsushoku nodded again, like a machine without emotion.

Danzō was satisfied. Getsushoku was even more like a Root operative than the actual Root members. It was a shame he belonged to Orochimaru.

"Alright, go. Remember—everything you do is for the secret protection of Konoha!"

...

The Root's underground tunnels were vast and intricate. Getsushoku moved silently through the dark corridors. Every few meters, a torch mounted on the wall provided dim light. Like ghosts, Root operatives lurked unseen in the shadows. They didn't acknowledge Getsushoku—but their eyes never left him.

Getsushoku didn't care. In fact, he liked the Root's environment. Quiet, solitary, no need for socializing—perfect for someone like him who hated people.

His mission: assassinate an Uchiha.

This Uchiha hadn't broken any laws. He'd merely grumbled a bit about the unfairness of the village leadership. But words could kill. Danzō wanted his eyes—so that idle complaint became a crime.

If you want to condemn someone, there's always a reason.

He soon emerged from the tunnels and into the open. Under the night sky, stars and moonlight shone down far more brightly than the suffocating gloom of the Root. Getsushoku moved silently toward the edge of the village.

The Uchiha compound sat on the outskirts of Konoha—a politically awkward position, but convenient for an assassin.

He found a secluded grove, flexed his arms a bit, and drew out a clump of white slime-like clay from his sleeve.

Deidara's favorite—Explosive Clay.

It was also Getsushoku's go-to. Just... not something he could show openly. If Danzō ever found out he was skilled in this specialty from Iwagakure, who knew what kind of suspicions might arise?

If Danzō realized how different he was... Getsushoku would probably have to whip out the Flying Thunder God Technique on the spot.

Yes. He could use Flying Thunder God.

It came from his greatest secret—the System.

He couldn't let anyone else know.

He'd never revealed his true strength in Konoha. He kept a low profile. No one should have taken notice of him.

If anyone did realize he wasn't normal, that old snake Danzō would've made a move long ago.

As he mused, Getsushoku kneaded the explosive clay into three small moths. He infused each one with chakra. In seconds, their wings fluttered to life. They looked indistinguishable from ordinary white moths.

No matter how many times he saw it, chakra was just... amazing.

The moths drifted slowly toward the Uchiha compound, slipping in through a window of an unremarkable home.

The Uchiha ninja inside was sound asleep. Mouth-breathing, even—perfect for one moth to sneak inside his body and dissolve into a swarm of nanoscopic bombs.

Getsushoku sensed the detonation unit was ready and casually snapped his fingers.

A dull pop rang out—soft, almost gentle in the silent night.

Just like that, a young Uchiha ninja lost his life. His strong body and handsome face crumbled into a fine dust, scattered by the breeze. Only his eyes remained intact—frozen in shock, wide open in death.

Two moths carried the Sharingan away in silence.

With the System's support, Getsushoku had developed Explosive Clay to a level beyond even Deidara. Deidara loved dramatic, artful explosions. Getsushoku preferred silent infiltration and invisible assassination—killing without a trace.

One pair of Sharingan, acquired.

He immediately preserved the eyes in a nutrient solution. With a flick of his finger, black smoke coiled around the optic nerves, adding a vicious little surprise.

If Danzō dared transplant these?

Heh. He was in for a very bad time.

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