Naruto: Uchiha's Bizarre Adventure

Inside the Hokage Office, the Konoha F4 sat around a square table. The atmosphere was heavy, their expressions dark and grim.

"Hiruzen, this is all your fault!" Danzo roared, slamming his cane against the floor.

"Shut it, Danzo!" Hiruzen snapped, slamming his palm onto the table. "You were the one who suggested sending Kadoya Uchiha to the Amegakure front!"

Danzo scoffed, arms crossed as he replied coldly, "If you had just listened to me and placed him in Root from the start, none of this would've happened."

"You know full well Fumo would never allow an Uchiha into ANBU, much less Root," Hiruzen shot back.

"Hiruzen!"

"Danzo!"

"Enough, both of you!" Koharu cut in sharply, her tone enough to stop the two men from lunging across the table at each other.

Reluctantly, they backed down, glaring daggers across the table, both blaming the other for Kadoya unlocking the Mangekyou.

Initially, he was a simple Uchiha who graduated from the Academy early, without the Sharingan.

Hizuren didn't pay too much attention to him at first, but only when his talent began to show did Hizuren begin to feel anxious. 

The Konoha F4 had heard all the stories from their teacher, Tobirama Senju, about the terrifying rise of Madara Uchiha, who awakened his Sharingan at fifteen, and his power kept rising enough to face the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

Kadoya was showing signs of following that same path.

Hiruzen fears that when Kadoya reaches a similar age, he will unlock his Sharingan and quickly rise to power like Madara.

So he sent the boy to the warfront early, when he was still unseasoned, hoping he wouldn't return.

A genius who lives to grow is the one who makes a real difference.

One who dies early… is just a name carved on a stone.

But not only did Kadoya return alive, he awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan. And worse, he came back alive and victorious.

Danzo had been more direct. He'd sent Root operatives to quietly eliminate the boy before he became a threat.

None of them came back.

When his Root operatives keep disappearing without a trace. He suspected Kadoya was responsible, but without proof, he couldn't act. Pinning those disappearances on Kadoya without hard evidence was too risky, even for him.

If it has been done by an enemy shinobi infiltrating the Land of Fire, blaming it all on Kadoya, a 10-11-year-old boy, would only risk Konoha's safety.

"So, what now?" Homura asked, his voice more composed, trying to redirect the conversation. "The Uchiha have a Mangekyou user now."

Danzo's response was immediate, cold, and sharp.

"What else? We should eradicate them. The only good Uchiha is a dead one."

Danzo, spending so much time suppressing the Uchiha using his high-ranking position, still does not understand the true terror of a Mangekyou user.

Hiruzen slammed the table again. "Enough! It was your idiotic meddling that's pushed Kadoya further into the Uchiha camp!"

Hiruzen was annoyed that Danzo had taken action behind his back. By the time Hiruzen caught wind of the rumors spreading through the village, they'd already reached every corner of Konoha. He couldn't put the lid back on it, not in a single morning.

"This is because of your leniency!" Danzo shot back, eyes burning with frustration.

"Danzo!" Hiruzen rose to his feet. "I am the Hokage!"

"Hiruzen!" Danzo stood as well, fists clenched tightly. "You will regret this!"

Without another word, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

For a long moment, silence lingered.

Hiruzen sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead.

"Hiruzen," Koharu said carefully, "what do we do about the Mangekyou?"

Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "We wait. Yes, he's awakened the Mangekyou. But we both know the price of that power." He tapped a scroll on the table—the one he'd received from Onoki's surrender. "Overuse leads to blindness."

"The report says he used the Susanoo," Homura noted as he skimmed the scroll.

"Exactly," Hiruzen nodded. "Kadoya's still young. There's a chance we can manipulate him… push him toward our side. If not, then all we need to do is wait. Eventually, he'll go blind. And a blind Uchiha isn't much of a threat."

"So… no sudden moves," Koharu concluded.

"Correct," Hiruzen said. "For now, we avoid provoking him or the Uchiha Clan. Let them think they've won something."

The other two nodded slowly, already planning how to discreetly relay all of this to Danzo, who, even in his fury, would never stop plotting.

Unbeknownst to the Hokage and his advisors, a single crimson Sharingan glowed faintly from the corner of the room, hidden in the shadow, a silent witness to every word spoken.

Beneath the table, a single ear listened intently.

"So… that's their plan," Kadoya muttered. "Wait until I go blind. Or try to brainwash me."

Back in his room within the Uchiha Clan compound, the real Kadoya slowly rose from his futon, his raise a brown as the Shadow Clone beside him puffed out a long, exhausted sigh.

Multiple Shadow Clones were hunched over several documents, seal matrices, and blueprint plans scattered across the tatami mat.

Kadoya glanced sideways. "What?"

"I'm dying," a Shadow Clone replied flatly. "When you were at war, we got time off. Now that peace has returned, we're the ones holding the clan together while you lie in bed like a salted fish!"

"You're doing this for the Uchiha." Kadoya said, unbothered.

The clone shot him a deadpan look.

"You mean unpaid intern with full memory transfer."

Unfortunately for the clone, things had gotten worse. With Kadoya's mastery of chakra control and sheer reserves, he could now spawn dozens of Shadow Clones simultaneously, each capable of acting independently.

Which meant… the workload didn't just multiply.

It exponentiated.

"Maybe the battlefield wasn't so bad after all," another clone grumbled, dragging another scroll in front of him.

"This is really boring," Kadoya muttered aloud.

The Shadow Clone sitting nearby, busy scribbling out the details of the Clan Reform Proposal, shot him a deadpan glare.

If you're so bored, why don't you pick up a brush and help?!

But of course, Kadoya ignored the implied complaint. Instead, he grinned to himself.

"I know, since I'm already strong, I should focus on making others stronger too. That way, in the future, there'll be worthy opponents for me to face."

He said it with such innocent enthusiasm that one would think raising future enemies was a noble act. The Shadow Clone just sighed and returned to paperwork, muttering something about "masochistic genius complexes."

Sitting cross-legged, Kadoya calmly gathered natural energy. With [Chakra Manipulation], controlling how much senjutsu chakra entered his body was as effortless as breathing. Yellow pigmentation began to form around his eyes, which shifted into golden irises with horizontal, toad-like pupils.

"Sage Art: True Identity Clone."

A puff of smoke erupted around him, and when it cleared, the various Kadoyas stood in a loose circle.

Muramasa was the first to break the silence. "I can't tell if this is extremely dumb or just reckless."

"Dumb," Uchiha deadpanned.

"Genius," Senju countered.

The two turned to glare at each other instantly, the air between them crackling with tension.

"Fight later, dumbasses!" Uzumaki barked, stepping between them like an overworked older brother breaking up a playground brawl.

"Interesting," Pendragon mused, adjusting the golden-red leggings that were somehow still his idea of proper clothing. "But Aibo, are you sure you can handle the backlash from living multiple lives at once?"

The original Kadoya, now dubbed just Kadoya, closed his eyes, rubbing his temple.

"I'll manage. It's a bit messy... overlapping thoughts and all. Even with [Photographic Memory], seven different sets of memories worth at once is-" he winced, "-a bit hard to process."

Like giving a server with unlimited storage but a toaster CPU the task of running a war simulation.

Unlike regular Shadow Clone, upon disbursing, it returns the memory back to the original; he could just let those memories fall into the back of his mind, with [Photographic Memory], he could simply dig up those memories at any second.

Identity Clone functions the same way when returning memories to the original, but their body are more sturdy than regular Shadow Clones.

True Identity Clone utilized Senjutsu's effect to transfer those memories directly back to the original; their body are solid, almost like a real person, and their chakra naturally recovers itself, being senjutsu chakra.

This makes True Identity Clone more like real people instead of clones.

"Then until you can process it safely," Nobunaga said while crunching down a rice cracker with his usual theatrical flair, "don't waste your energy on it."

He said this while wearing only his signature red cape.

"Put some damn clothes on," Muramasa grumbled. "Oda Nobunaga's nudist charisma only works because she was a woman."

Nobunaga rolled his eyes, crunched the last bit of his cracker, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The others followed soon after, fading out and leaving only the original and the tired Shadow Clone behind.

Kadoya stretched lazily.

"Alright then, time to make Minato and Nawaki dance."

With a grin, he vanished using Body Flicker, leaving the poor Shadow Clone to grumble into his ink-stained hands.

"…I miss the battlefield."

...

"C'mon, Minato. You can do better than that," Kadoya taunted, casually waving his hand, beckoning his brother forward like he was inviting a child to spar.

Irritated, Minato tightened his grip on his blade and dashed forward in a blur.

Kadoya leaned back with a relaxed grin, dodging the incoming slash by what seemed like a single hair's width. Minato quickly adjusted, twisting the sword into a reverse grip mid-motion, and swept it across in a wide horizontal arc.

The edge of the blade barely grazed Kadoya's bangs.

Their duel continued in a graceful, chaotic rhythm, Minato constantly pressing the offense, and Kadoya dancing around him, slipping past every strike with smug ease. Occasionally, Kadoya would toss out oversized water shuriken just to make Minato move faster, or to annoy him.

Nearby, Nawaki lay sprawled on the grass, gasping like a half-drowned pig.

His limbs twitched now and then, as if his body still hadn't registered that the fight was already over for him. After being personally "invited to dance" by Kadoya, meaning, experiencing Uchiha-style taijutsu at full throttle, Nawaki had made one thing very clear:

"I'm never dancing with that lunatic again..."

His words were slurred, but the trauma was genuine.

Some time passed in the Konoha Hospital.

"This is the best I could do," Tsunade said softly, standing beside the bed of the quiet girl who had taken an explosive tag blast for her younger teammate.

The medical development in Konoha hasn't reached the level shown during Naruto's time yet, so Tsunade could only do what she could to help heal the young Hyuga girl.

Saiguu sat still, eyes fixed on her bandaged hands. Thick white wrappings coiled from her fingertips all the way up to her left shoulder, where the explosion had done the most damage.

Beneath her hospital gown, more bandages were wrapped tightly around her left side; the flesh beneath them was scarred and slowly healing.

"I'm really grateful for what you did, Saiguu," Tsunade said, her voice gentle but firm.

The Hyuga girl said nothing for a while, her gaze unfocused. She was calm, but in that heavy, silent way that came only after facing death and walking away scarred.

"You've done enough, Tsunade-sensei," Saiguu eventually replied. "If I can still move, still fight… a few scars won't matter."

Her words carried more than just resolve; she has realized.

That blast nearly killed her. Nearly killed Nawaki. And in that moment, she saw the truth laid bare: no matter the title, Genin, Chunin, Jonin, even Kage, ninjas were still human. And humans were fragile. A single kunai, a single tag, a single mistake… that's all it took.

Her gaze fell to her left hand again, her bandaged fingers twitching slightly.

Then-

"Yo! Saiguu! How're you holding up!?"

The door swung open with a bang as Nawaki burst in, all smiles and volume.

"Idiot! Don't barge in and scare the patient!" Tsunade snapped, smacking him over the head with a practiced palm strike.

"Ack!! You didn't have to hit that hard!"

Minato walked in behind him, much more composed, holding a small bouquet in his hands. "We're glad you're okay, Saiguu."

He was followed by a stream of visitors: Kushina, Erza, and Mikoto, each carrying sweets, flowers, or fruit baskets. The Ino-Shika-Cho trio arrived too, toting one massive basket between them, and even Orochimaru appeared using Body Flicker like someone lurking in the shadows.

Then two more figures landed at the window with a soft thud.

"How ya feeling?" Kadoya grinned, crouched on the sill next to Jiraiya.

"Oi! Jiraiya, there's a door, you damn moron! And stop corrupting my student!" Tsunade bellowed, already raising her fist again.

"Ehh!? I didn't even do anything this time!" Jiraiya whined dramatically, shielding himself as if bracing for impact.

The once-quiet hospital room quickly became a chaotic scene of noise, chatter, laughter, and movement.

And for a moment… Saiguu smiled.

Later, after everyone had gone, she sat quietly again on her hospital bed. The room that had once felt cold and silent was now warm and overflowing with flowers, gifts, and the echoes of people who cared about her.

The left side of her body still ached, but inside, something felt… lighter.