Konoha: The King of Souls from Uchiha

c72: Nirvana Blood Naraku

Shirai Castle was one of the prominent fortified trade cities in the southern reaches of the Land of Fire, located strategically at the confluence of three major rivers that flowed year-round. Unlike the snowy uplands closer to the Land of Snow or the harsher extremes near the Land of Wind, Shirai Castle's moderate winters, thanks to the temperate climate of the Land of Fire, ensured the river trade routes never froze even in midwinter.

This city, home to several hundred thousand residents, bustled with caravans, merchant vessels, black-market arms dealers, and shinobi-for-hire. It had always thrived on commerce legal and illegal alike and Gen Uchiha blended into this chaos with quiet purpose.

Disguised using a high-grade Henge no Jutsu (Transformation Technique), Gen stowed away his Konoha forehead protector, suppressing both his chakra signature and any hint of shinobi affiliation. To the untrained eye, he was just another drifter, perhaps a ronin or a wandering scholar. In truth, he was scanning the streets, gathering intelligence, and selecting a potential target for his mission.

In the world of shinobi, Gen knew one thing to be universally true: no one who accumulates true wealth remains a good person, and those who remain good rarely accumulate lasting wealth.

He spent two days investigating lurking near gambling dens, discreetly listening to whispers at brothels and tea houses, and exchanging coin for gossip from petty thieves. Yet the deeper he dug, the more frustrating it became. There were simply too many people worth eliminating. Crooked daimyo representatives, black-market poison sellers, corrupt local ninja clans, and even a noble who trafficked in war orphans.

By the evening of the second day, he found himself dining at a crowded yakitori restaurant. He decided to stroll the lantern-lit streets of Shirai City afterward, intending to draw lots later that night to select his target. Sometimes, randomness was the fairest judge.

But fate intervened before he had the chance.

While walking down a busy marketplace, Gen's instincts sharpened. Ahead, three men moved strangely awkward, overly cautious, and hyper-aware of their surroundings. Their body language didn't match those of common thieves. They looked like seasoned predators hiding in plain sight.

He followed at a distance.

The three men settled at a nearby open-air food stall, known for its charcoal-grilled skewers. Their order was meager grilled mushrooms and rice wine yet they scanned the crowd constantly. After a few minutes, they engaged a nearby family: a weary father with two young children.

Eventually, the younger boy, around eight, excused himself to visit the public restroom. One of the three men soon followed him, feigning a tipsy wobble.

Minutes passed.

The man returned, but the boy did not.

The other two looked anxious, and Gen's unease deepened.

When the remaining members of the family, joined by the trio, headed toward the public restroom located down an alley poorly lit and away from the main roads Gen quietly followed.

Midway through the alley, Gen saw them. The three men reappeared, this time carrying the unconscious forms of the boy and his little sister, slung casually over their shoulders like luggage. Their voices were loud and casual as if trying to appear natural.

Gen Uchiha stepped into their path.

Wherever they shifted, he mirrored, cutting off every route of escape.

"You blind or something?" snarled the tallest of the three, his facade cracking. "Step aside!"

"Put the children down," Gen said coolly.

"These are our kids. What the hell are you on about?" the tall man snapped back. "We're heading home."

"That's right, get lost, friend," said another, trying to act bored.

"Move it," said the third, his fingers inching toward his waist.

By now, a few curious civilians had noticed the confrontation and began to form a small crowd near the mouth of the alley.

Gen's eyes didn't blink. "They're my comrade's children. We were drinking earlier. Why are they unconscious, slung over your shoulders like sacks?"

The murmurs began.

The alley lay between intersecting streets. A flickering lamp cast just enough light to highlight Gen's calm but resolute stance and the clear lies in the men's trembling voices.

"We're from the Viper Gang, you bastard," the tall man spat, suddenly brandishing a serrated snake-blade dagger, its hilt wrapped in green scales. His mild features contorted into malice. "If you know what's good for you, turn around."

The other two drew identical blades signs of a gang with formal hierarchy and shared weapon forging. Gen noted it instantly. The Viper Gang was known in southern Fire Country for its criminal network trafficking, extortion, and working under the patronage of a minor noble from Shirai Castle. They had influence, brutes, and protection. Even some local shinobi clans turned a blind eye.

The crowd's curiosity turned to fear. Murmurs faded. One or two onlookers began retreating quietly.

"Get lost," the tall man grinned. "Or we carve you up like fresh boar."

But he didn't get to finish.

With barely a flicker, Gen vanished, reappearing behind the three like a ghost. His chakra-infused fingertips, laced with razor-fine wind nature transformation, sliced through their throats with surgical precision. Blood sprayed, bodies trembled. Their blades clattered to the cobblestones.

In a single breath, it was over.

Gen caught the two unconscious children mid-fall, hoisting them gently.

Gasps filled the air.

"He—he killed them!"

"Run! The Viper Gang will come after everyone!"

"Get out of here!"

The alley emptied in a heartbeat.

One man a shopkeeper who had ducked behind a barrel called out as he fled, "Boy, you'd best vanish! That gang's got ties in every corner of Shirai!"

Gen offered a faint smile but said nothing.

After placing the children safely against a wall, he went to the alley behind the public restroom. There he found the father collapsed, breathing, but drugged. A quick examination revealed the use of chloropellets, a banned sedative compound used by traffickers and poisoners in the Land of Grass.

He returned for the children, stabilized their chakra flow, and used his medical ninjutsu training—learned under Orochimaru's field program to flush the toxins from their systems. When the three began to stir, Gen had already slipped away.

He didn't leave because he feared being recognized. His transformation technique was advanced enough to fool even most jōnin-level sensor types. He maintained it effortlessly, and unless someone activated a dōjutsu like the Byakugan, no one would see through it.

He just didn't need gratitude.

There were bigger things ahead.

Human traffickers were the lowest of the low. In his past life back when he was an ordinary man without chakra, power, or voice all he could do was repost missing child notices and hope someone saw them.

But in this life, with the eyes of the Uchiha and the training of a Sannin?

If he saw it he ended it.

And tonight, that was enough.

However, the Viper Gang was also extraordinarily wealthy. Based on the intelligence Gen Uchiha had gathered in the last two days compiled from corrupt shinobi, street informants, and black-market connections.the need to select the "Chosen One" by drawing lots was now unnecessary.

They had chosen themselves.

Gen Uchiha didn't return to his modest inn on the east side of the city. Instead, he stealthily made his way to the southern district of Shirai Castle, to a heavily fortified estate nestled behind a grove of black-pine trees known locally as the Viper Gang's headquarters. He activated a chakra-suppression seal on his body and hid atop the rooftops, observing with the patience of a seasoned hunter.

At half past two in the dead of night, the circadian nadir for most humans, Gen initiated his infiltration. With a precise series of hand seals and the chakra control of an elite Uchiha, he employed the Camouflage Concealment Technique a variation of Meisaigakure no Jutsu which distorted both light and chakra perception. In total silence, he merged with the manor's shadowed ridgelines and slipped inside.

Then, standing atop the main structure of the compound, with a pale crescent moon behind him and flecks of actual snow blending with conjured illusion, he made a single, deliberate hand sign.

Genjutsu Art: Nirvana Blood Naraku!

(Gensō: Nehan Chi Naraku no Jutsu!)

This was no ordinary genjutsu.

It was an A-rank forbidden illusion created by Gen himself, fusing elements of the classic Nehan Shōja no Jutsu an A-rank Konoha sleep-inducing technique with a dark Uchiha clan art known as Jigoku no Meishō (Hell Reflection). The result was a terrifyingly refined collective illusion that not only induced slumber but amplified each target's deepest fear into manifest hallucination.

As he activated the technique, feathers the color of dried blood began to descend from the air—fine, textured, and seemingly endless. They fell across tiled rooftops, slid through paper windows, and blanketed the floors of every room. These feathers looked almost identical to snowfall yet retained an unmistakable crimson hue. Though ethereal, no part of the compound was safe from their touch.

The moment they were seen, even seasoned shinobi among the gang, many of them former Grass-nin and defected Rain-nin, fell slack-jawed. The illusion penetrated not just the eyes but the chakra network itself. Their conscious minds were plunged into visions of hell their worst fears personalized and inescapable.

The manor erupted in bone-chilling screams. From every hallway, window, and courtyard came panicked howls some from fear, others from agony, and many from sheer madness.

The collective terror of hundreds of people all screaming in unison was so immense it echoed into the city's surrounding blocks, waking residents and causing a wave of muttered complaints. Yet no one dared check. Shirai's citizens were used to the Viper Gang's night terrors rituals, torture sessions, or worse. No one wanted to be next.

Let them scream, they thought. Let them rot.

Gen remained unmoved.

Though the Viper Gang held hundreds across Shirai Castle, this compound was their command spine dozens of core members and key facilitators were here tonight. That was all he needed.

The illusion still active, Gen descended into the manor, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure at the resonance of the screams. Each corner he passed, he raised his hand and with an ethereal swipe of his Wind-Style: Chakra Scalpel, he severed their chakra coils, rendering them lifeless in moments no blood, no mess.

The most disturbing part: he absorbed their spiritual residue a technique he learned through Orochimaru's chakra extraction experiments combined with ancient Uchiha soul-binding texts. Wisps of white soul-light and translucent chakra motes funneled into Gen as he moved, like rivers into a storm-drain.

Two minutes later, silence fell upon the estate.

All who belonged to the Viper Gang old men, hardened shinobi, underage runners, smugglers, traffickers, and their mistresses lay slumped to the ground, breathless, eyes open in eternal shock, their flesh unmarred, their souls erased.

Only the prisoners remained.

Gen dispelled the illusion, navigating down into the estate's lower chambers. He located the underground holding cells, where dozens of captives mostly women and children were kept in iron-barred cages. Rather than risk the lingering effects of fear, he used the original Nehan Shōja no Jutsu to render them unconscious in peaceful sleep. It was his quiet apology.

Then, Gen unsealed a giant white scroll on his back, summoning Wu Sheng, a rare beast a massive constrictor python, bred from Orochimaru's serpent kin, once thought perished in a summon-based ambush. Revived and sealed inside a summoning contract, it hissed eagerly upon release.

"Go," Gen said. "Tear the doors apart."

Wu Sheng slithered forward, its scales clinking against the cold stone as it crushed prison doors and cell bars. The faint glow from its eyes lit the prisoners' sleeping forms.

By morning, they would be free.

With this, Gen made his way to the estate's treasure vault, a wide steel gate embossed with the Viper emblem. Its rudimentary chakra-lock seal posed no challenge. Gen unsheathed his Wind-Flame Sword, a custom-made katana embedded with fire and wind release seals, and carved straight through the metal gate as if it were paper.

Inside lay more than a dozen black treasure chests. With a snap of his fingers, Gen created a basic shadow clone, whose task was to open them and verify their contents. Although confident, Gen understood that deception was a shinobi's game. Hidden traps were always a possibility.

He wasn't wrong to be cautious. In Chapter 68, he'd nearly triggered a chakra-sensitive fūinjutsu on a stolen scroll. That mistake wouldn't be repeated.

Inside the chests, he found what he expected: piles of ryō, gold ingots, silver bars, precious stones, and land title certificates. Even at a glance, the value clearly exceeded ninety million ryō the kind of sum only daimyō or black-market tycoons could move.

He selected a single suitcase's worth of high-value currency for himself—not from greed, but pragmatism then resealed the rest.

Gen bit his thumb and slammed it into the vault floor.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu."

In a puff of smoke, three giant pythons of varied scale patterns appeared, each trained specifically for transport and secure delivery.

"Swallow the rest," Gen commanded. "Deliver it to Orochimaru. Don't melt it in your stomachs."

The serpents hissed, nodded, and then vanished in clouds of white smoke, treasure in tow.

He had no interest in plundering every private vault hidden in the estate's walls. This was enough.

He knew where to find more money if needed. There was no shortage of leeks to harvest in a corrupt city like this.

Unlike shinobi still bound by clan rules, hokage loyalty, or moral hesitation, Gen felt no guilt. He did not consider this theft. He considered it reparations earned through risk, effort, and blood.

And yet, he could not deny it—free money still made him smile.

After all was said and done, Gen silently returned to his hotel room using a tree-hopping route through the rooftops, bypassing guard rotations entirely. The hotel keeper never saw him return. He slid the door closed, summoned a silence seal, and let himself fall into bed.

Before his eyes shut, he whispered to no one:

"Thanks, Nana, for the tip."

And with that, the city of Shirai slept a little cleaner.

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