A young boy—around seven years old—slowly opened his eyes.
White ceiling.
Sterile light.
A hospital room.
To his right, a window let in soft daylight. To his left, a sliding door remained closed. The air carried a faint medicinal smell.
Sasuke Uchiha sat up slowly.
For a moment, he said nothing.
He simply existed in the silence.
Then memories returned.
A speeding truck.
Impact.
Darkness.
And something beyond death.
A voice that called itself Yama.
"…So it wasn't a dream."
His voice was calm.
Too calm for a child.
But inside, his thoughts were already moving.
He had died.
And now he was here.
Reborn as Sasuke Uchiha.
In his previous life, reincarnation had been nothing more than fiction.
A comforting lie people told themselves to soften the idea of death.
But humans were always like that.
They rejected finality even when it stared them in the face.
Now he understood.
Death was not something to reason with.
Only something to experience.
Sasuke leaned back against the bed.
His gaze drifted toward the window.
A family he could never return to.
A life that no longer existed.
The probability of reunion was almost zero.
Not because it was impossible…
But because time itself made it irrelevant.
A quiet weight settled in his chest.
Not overwhelming.
Just real.
"…No point thinking about that."
A faint interface appeared in his mind.
SYSTEM STATUS
Name: Sasuke Uchiha
Age: 7
Title: The Last Uchiha
Bloodline: Uchiha
Sharingan: Dormant
Physical: 30
Spirit: 60
Chakra: 300
Chakra Control: 40%
EXP: 0
Passive EXP: +1 EXP / hour (Sleep / Idle)
Sasuke blinked.
"…Interesting."
Not power.
Not miracles.
Not destiny.
Just structure.
Just rules.
Just observation turned into data.
A thought surfaced almost immediately.
"…Like Deep Blue, huh."
A system that didn't understand.
It calculated.
It evaluated.
It optimized.
That was all.
And somehow, that was enough.
Sasuke exhaled slowly.
"So I grow through this."
No shortcuts.
Just accumulation.
Footsteps echoed outside the room.
Sasuke's body reacted instantly.
Chakra shifted toward his eyes—
Then stopped.
He paused.
"…Not yet."
A nurse entered and performed a routine check.
Normal.
Harmless.
Predictable.
After she left, silence returned.
Sasuke stared at the ceiling for a long time.
This world was not a story.
There was no script.
No protection.
No guarantee of survival.
Only consequences.
And time.
The Next Day
Sunlight filled the room when Sasuke woke.
Noon had already passed.
He sat up slowly.
No panic.
No confusion.
Just awareness.
He was alive.
That was enough.
Soon after, the door slid open.
A nurse checked his condition and nodded.
"You're fine. You can leave today."
Konoha was alive.
Markets.
Children.
Voices.
A normal world continuing as if nothing had changed.
As if nothing had been erased.
Sasuke walked through it silently.
Observing.
Not reacting.
Eventually, the atmosphere shifted.
The closer he got to the Uchiha District, the quieter everything became.
Police tape blocked entire streets.
Warnings marked sealed areas.
Silence replaced life.
Sasuke stepped through without hesitation.
No one stopped him.
It was still his home.
Technically.
Inside the district, everything felt wrong.
Not destroyed.
Empty.
He walked familiar streets.
Each step pulled fragments from memory.
Training.
Meals.
Laughter.
Voices.
His parents.
Itachi.
Gone.
All of it.
Sasuke stopped in front of his house.
For a long moment, he didn't move.
Then he entered.
The interior was untouched.
And yet completely hollow.
Nothing had decayed.
But everything felt lifeless.
Sasuke stood still.
Then something shifted.
Pressure built behind his eyes.
His breathing slowed.
The world sharpened.
Dust particles.
Light reflections.
Chakra traces lingering in the air.
His vision blurred—
Then snapped into clarity.
Ding! Status update: Emotional threshold reached
Ding! Status update: Bloodline response detected
Ding! Status update: Sharingan awakened
Pain erupted behind his eyes.
Sasuke staggered.
Then steadied himself.
The pain peaked—
And vanished.
Silence.
He blinked.
The world had changed.
Sharper.
Clearer.
More detailed than before.
He turned toward a broken mirror.
A single crimson eye stared back.
One tomoe.
Slowly rotating.
Alive.
Sasuke stared at his reflection for a long moment.
No excitement.
No disbelief.
Only understanding.
"…So it starts here."
Outside, wind moved through the empty district.
And for the first time in this world…
Sasuke truly saw it.