UCHIHA JOURNEY TO MULTIVERSE

Ash drifted through the morning air, settling on the scorched rooftops and shattered streets of Konoha. The village, once vibrant and bustling, had been reduced to a landscape of ruin and sorrow. The Nine-Tails' rampage was over, but its scars would linger for generations.

In the hospital's deepest ward, a hush fell over the room where Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki lay side by side. Their faces were pale, their breathing shallow—locked in comas from the immense chakra strain and the wounds of that terrible night. Beside them, a newborn slept, swaddled in a thin blanket. Naruto's tiny chest rose and fell, the seal on his stomach a faint, glowing mark.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, stood at the foot of the bed, his face etched with grief and responsibility. He had returned to leadership in the village's darkest hour, his old bones aching with the weight of loss. "I will protect him," he promised softly, gazing at the sleeping child. "No matter what it takes."

Outside, the hospital was a hive of activity. Medics rushed between wards, treating the wounded and comforting the bereaved. News of the Fourth Hokage's condition spread quickly, and the village's mood turned from shock to fear. Who would lead them now? Who could fill the void left by Minato's fall?

The Uchiha Compound: Discovery

At the Uchiha compound, the truth could no longer be hidden. Hyuga Hiashi and a squad of Byakugan users swept through the empty streets and silent homes. The clones left behind by the radicals had already begun to dissipate, their chakra signatures flickering out.

"These are shadow clones," Hiashi announced, his voice cold and clear. "The real Uchiha are gone."

An emergency council was called. Danzo's face was a mask of fury, while the other elders whispered in alarm. "They've taken the forbidden scroll," a Jonin reported. "Root operatives are dead. Shisui and Kakashi were attacked—both survived, but barely."

Hiruzen's expression darkened. "This is a disaster. We must find them before they align with our enemies. But the rest of the Uchiha—those who stayed—must not be punished for the radicals' crimes."

The Survivors

Shisui sat in the hospital, bandaged and silent. The loss of his Sharingan weighed heavier than any wound. He stared at his hands, replaying the moment he was betrayed by his own kin. "Why?" he whispered, but no answer came.

Kakashi, too, lay in a dim room, his left eye gone, his mind swirling with pain and confusion. He had survived the impossible, but at a terrible cost. The village's trust in the Uchiha, already fragile, was now shattered.

The Radicals' Flight

Far beyond the village, the Uchiha radicals pressed on through the forest, splitting into smaller groups as planned. Raigen led the largest contingent, Mali at his side. They moved with grim determination, knowing pursuit would come soon.

Mali's thoughts churned. He remembered the look on Minato's face as his clone faded, the silent plea for hope. He remembered the chaos, the violence, the choices that could never be undone. Ahead, the path was uncertain, but there was no turning back.

"We'll reach the Land of Rivers by nightfall," Raigen said quietly. "From there, we vanish. New names, new lives."

Some among the radicals wept for what they had left behind. Others steeled themselves for the road ahead. Mali felt both—the ache of loss, and the fire of survival.

Ripples in the Dark

In a secret chamber, Obito and Black Zetsu watched the aftermath unfold. "Konoha is weaker than ever," Black Zetsu murmured. "The Uchiha have fractured. The Hokage is gone."

Obito's masked face was unreadable. "It's only the beginning. The cycle of hatred continues."

A New Legacy

As the sun rose higher, Hiruzen stood before the gathered villagers. His voice, though weary, carried the promise of resilience. "We have suffered, but we endure. We will rebuild. And we will honor the sacrifice of the Fourth Hokage and all who fell."

In the shadows, Naruto Uzumaki slept on, unaware of the destiny that had been thrust upon him. The village would watch him with wary eyes, but a few—Hiruzen, Iruka, and others yet to come—would see the hope he represented.

And far away, in the deep forests beyond the Fire Country, Uchiha Mali looked back one last time. The village was gone, but his story, and the story of his clan, was only beginning.