Chapter 343: The End! (Final Chapter)

Sunlight spread across the ground.

By the quiet stream, Uchiha Itsuki lay on a recliner, gently rocking it.

With a single sigh, the world around him seemed to lose all sound and color in that moment.

His gaze grew distant, and he suddenly slipped into memories.

That year, he opened his eyes and saw this unfamiliar world.

The first thing that caught his eye was the fan pattern.

He vaguely understood what it meant.

His childhood consisted of little more than a fox and that symbol.

Then, he discovered he had an annoying older brother—one who always acted like a gentle big brother, offering him soft smiles.

In that moment, Itsuki realized their views of the world were entirely different.

His brother’s name was Uchiha Shisui!

And yet, for the Uchiha clan of that time, Shisui the Body Flicker shouldn’t have existed.

He stood in the way of both sides—whether it was the Hokage faction or the Uchiha faction.

The Hokage side valued him only out of necessity, but Shisui was always an outsider.

Even without knowing the original story, Itsuki could see it clearly from the situation around him.

From that moment on, he knew he had to make a change.

From that moment on, he had to fight to survive—

From the Uchiha,

From Sarutobi Hiruzen,

From Shimura Danzo,

From the village itself.

To live!

Others who transmigrated landed in worlds full of beautiful women and immense power, but him? He became an Uchiha, and with that came a countdown to death.

Fortunately, as a transmigrator, he had the essential tool: a golden finger.

It wasn’t some overpowered ability—just an ordinary task system.

He could assign himself tasks and claim rewards, or set a reward and let the system generate the task.

With two task slots, he used one for a grand goal based on his knowledge of the plot: achieving the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

In the other, he took on daily small tasks, steadily building his strength, step by step, growing ever more powerful.

Over time, almost without noticing, he became formidable.

He could feel it clearly—even the mighty Shisui was no longer a threat.

He surpassed his first target, then one by one, he overtook others.

His life was finally secure, and in that moment, he was overjoyed.

Three years, then another three—he had forged himself into something extraordinary.

Then, he set a new goal: revenge.

Why should he live in fear for so long, just because of his birth?

And besides, those people had truly wronged him.

He wanted payback—cause and effect!

With that purpose in mind, he dove back into the sea of tasks.

He completed them relentlessly, constantly surpassing himself.

Each day, he was stronger than the day before.

His power had no limits.

During this time, he used his knowledge of the original story to undermine Sarutobi Hiruzen and his allies, shaking the foundations of their rule and loosening their grip on power.

Finally, after taking down another squad of Anbu, he felt exhausted.

Returning home and chatting with his brother, he found Shisui still brimming with hope for Konoha, unwavering in his views on the clan.

In that moment, Itsuki felt life was utterly dull.

How could someone be so naive?

Or rather—to put it kindly, it was innocence; to put it harshly, it was stupidity.

Perhaps it was a gift from fate, but then a gentle older sister figure appeared before him, warming his heart.

Her name was Yūhi Kurenai.

Itsuki slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils shifted—from one tomoe, to two, then three, to the Mangekyō, and finally to the Rinnegan.

His hand brushed his eye sockets.

His ocular power grew deeper, as if it could project the entire world.

He had paid a steep price for these eyes.

Many believed that Uchiha Itsuki, with his talent, had changed the entire Uchiha clan, the village, and even the ninja world.

He was the new Sage of Six Paths—a living god!

But who knew how many nights he’d spent trembling in fear?

Transmigrating as an Uchiha was no blessing.

Many in the ninja world saw the Uchiha as a cursed clan.

Itsuki agreed—they were cursed, but not by birth.

It was because people said it so often, looked at them with such strange eyes, that over time they became cursed.

It was as if willpower itself had shaped their fate.

That’s why so many wanted to kill them—to wipe out the cursed clan.

It was the world’s desire.

Itsuki resolved to change that—

To survive, and to not be alone.

If the world’s gaze could curse them, why couldn’t it make him a god?

Whoever stood in his way, he’d eliminate.

He spread fear throughout the ninja world.

“What’s wrong? You seem a little down,” a gentle female voice said by his ear.

Yūhi Kurenai!

Itsuki looked up at the woman who had changed his life and smiled.

“Kurenai, do you regret following me?”

“Why would you think that?” she asked, surprised.

“I’m not a good man,” Itsuki said after a pause, chuckling.

“Not only am I not a good man, I’m not even a good person. Heaven knows how many people want me dead right now.”

“And that number never stops growing.”

“Heh, you’re overthinking it. Good people don’t last long,” Kurenai replied with a helpless sigh.

“I’m not some naive little girl—I know that.”

Her eyes grew complex, as if recalling something painful.

She sighed, “You know, I’ve always had doubts about my father’s death. But during the Nine-Tails incident, so many died, and so many powerful figures were involved. I never had a chance to investigate. By the time you rose to power, the trail had long been buried in the dust of history.”

Itsuki stayed silent.

Kurenai meant a lot to him—everyone knew that.

So when she wanted to investigate, people must have tried their hardest.

If they found nothing, it either meant there was nothing to find, or everything had been erased.

Kurenai let out a deep sigh.

“Later, when you told me Asuma had his eye on me, I suddenly had a terrifying thought…”

“Enough,” Itsuki interrupted, pulling her into his arms.

“Sarutobi Hiruzen is dead. There’s no point dwelling on it now.”

Back when he watched Naruto, Sarutobi Hiruzen seemed like a kind old man—especially when he spoke with Iruka about caring for Naruto. That feeling peaked then.

But when Hyuga Neji recalled how Hyuga Hizashi sacrificed himself for the village, something felt off.

At the time, Itsuki was also watching Fairy Tail, where Makarov would go all out for his guild’s kids.

So why did the supposedly kind Hiruzen let others sacrifice their children?

And the whole main branch and side branch system with the Hyuga—it was strange.

In light of that, the Will of Fire felt laughable.

“So,” Kurenai said with a smile, “we should be selfish. Those who want you dead? Let’s make sure they die first.”

“Haha!” Itsuki burst out laughing.

One by one, the women in his life gathered around him, smiling.

Uzuki Yugao.

Pakura.

Terumi Mei.

Guren.

…

Looking at them, Itsuki’s heart suddenly relaxed.

In the distance, the village bustled—his subordinates working hard for a better tomorrow.

It was good.

Really good.

His life had meaning.

No matter what the future held, with these people by his side, he’d be unstoppable.

Scenes flashed through his mind, finally settling on a warm image:

Uchiha Itsuki lying on his recliner, the women around him beaming with happiness.

Farther out, a thriving village was taking shape.

In corners unknown to the others, two more scenes lingered:

Otsutsuki Kaguya, gazing at the moon from her dark world.

Otsutsuki Hagoromo, silently watching the sea of souls in the Pure Land.

*(Chapter End)*