Soul Travels to the Warring States Period
The intense tearing sensation didn't originate from her body, but from the depths of her soul. It was as if she were being forcibly ripped from her original dimension by an irresistible force, then roughly stuffed into a narrow, soft, yet incredibly fragile container. Lin Yu's consciousness drifted in endless darkness and chaos. A sharp buzzing sound echoed in her ears, and countless blurred light and shadows and shattered sound waves washed over her nearly shattered senses like a tide.
The final feeling was the touch of my fingertips on the ancient magatama in the museum display case. It felt like a soul-freezing chill, and then it exploded with an all-consuming crimson light...
"...Aoi...my little Aoi...don't be afraid..."
An extremely weak female voice, yet filled with endless pity and despair, was like a glimmer of light penetrating the thick layer of water, reaching the core of her consciousness with difficulty.
Kui? Lin Yu's confused mind caught hold of this unfamiliar name.
Immediately afterwards, an even greater torrent of information, along with the senses of this young body, forcefully poured into her mind!
Choking! It was the nauseating smell of smoke mixed with something she had never experienced before, yet she instinctively feared—the smell of blood!
It was piercing! The sharp sound of metal colliding, the roar of buildings burning and collapsing, and... the shrill screams and wails of dying humans!
Pain! Her body was tightly wrapped in a trembling but warm embrace, with warm, sticky liquid dripping down her cheeks and neck.
Lin Yu—or rather, the soul that now occupied the body of this five-year-old girl—opened her eyes with difficulty.
My vision was blurry at first, I could only see the swaying figures and the flames rising into the sky. Then, my sight slowly focused.
What greeted Lin Yu was a magnified, stunningly beautiful female face. She was as pale as paper, her jet-black hair, soaked with cold sweat and matted to her forehead and cheeks. Blood oozing from the corner of her mouth was as glaring and shocking as a red plum blossom blooming in the snow. What made Lin Yu's heart and breath stop was a cold, black kunai, engraved with strange patterns, lodged deep in the woman's lower chest. Blood continued to seep from the wound, staining the front of her navy blue kimono red, as well as the smaller, similarly styled dress Lin Yu was wearing.
"Cough..." The woman coughed up another mouthful of blood, her breath becoming weaker and weaker. Her originally bright and moving eyes were now filled with unspeakable pain and reluctance, but they were still fixed on Lin Yu's face intently and gently.
"Mother...?" A childish and hoarse voice uttered uncontrollably from Lin Yu's throat, filled with great fear and confusion. It was this body's instinctive reaction.
The fragments of memory were like a flood that broke through a dam, violently impacting Lin Yu's modern cognition.
Uchiha Aoi.
Uchiha Miwako (mother).
Uchiha Tajima (father).
Uchiha Madara (eldest brother).
And... Uchiha Ling, Uchiha Ye (twin brother)...
This is the Warring States Period! It's the age of bloody conquests by ninja clans! It's the Uchiha clan! And she has become the legendary, seemingly nonexistent sister of Uchiha Madara!
The huge sense of absurdity and fear was like ice water poured over her head, making her whole body cold.
"Miwako!"
A roar of utter fury, like the roar of a wounded beast, carried a fierce murderous aura from afar. A middle-aged man, clad in a dark blue Uchiha clan uniform and simple armor, his long black hair dancing wildly from his rapid movement, approached like a demonic spirit. The pattern in his eyes—a black magatama spinning wildly against a scarlet background—the Sharingan! Uchiha Tajima!
The long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the chakra that permeated his body was violent and cold. Seeing the kunai on his wife's chest and her dying state, the blood in his eyes almost overflowed!
Following closely behind was a young man, about twelve or thirteen years old. He also had his single-magatama Sharingan activated. His face was stern, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade. With ruthless and decisive strikes, the cold flash of his kunai precisely severed the throat of a Hagoromo ninja who attempted a sneak attack. The young boy, Uchiha Madara!
"Tashima..." Miwako saw her husband, her scattered eyes focused on the last bit of spirit, and her bloodstained hands used up the last bit of strength to tightly grasp the edge of his armor, "Protect... Protect... Aoi..."
Her eyes were filled with pleading and unquestionable determination.
"Hold on!" Uchiha Tajima tried to check on his wife's injuries, his voice hoarse with anger and fear. But more enemies gathered around him, forcing him to wield his sword once more, shielding his wife and daughter behind him. The battle intensified, the sounds of kunai, shurikens, and fire-style ninjutsu exploding incessantly.
"Mother! Brother!" A young man's grief-stricken cry came from the other direction. Lin Yu (Kui) subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
Not far away, two identical, black-haired boys, about seven or eight, lay in a pool of blood, their bodies riddled with shurikens, long dead. Their wide eyes still held a lingering trace of fear and resentment. Fragments of memory surged back: those were Uchiha Ling and Uchiha Ye, twin brothers who loved pranks but always slipped the best candy to their younger sister!
A huge sadness, whether it came from the instincts of this body or Lin Yu's own shock at the fragility of life, hit her heart like a huge hammer. She clutched her mother's bloody clothes tightly and burst into tears, tears mixing with the blood on her face and sliding down.
"Promise me..." Miwako's breath was getting weaker and weaker, her voice was as thin as a thread, and her eyes were fixed on her husband, as if she was using up the last bit of her soul's strength, "Aoi... don't become a ninja... send her... to her mother... let her... live an ordinary life... please..."
Uchiha Tajima's tall body trembled violently. He looked at his little daughter, trembling with fear in his arms, her face covered in blood and tears. He then looked at the bodies of his two sons not far away. He then looked at the bloody battles and the continuous collapse of his clansmen around him... His Sharingan eyes, accustomed to life and death, and always as cold as iron, suddenly surged with overwhelming pain, powerlessness, and even a hint of despair. He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums almost bled, and veins bulged in his forehead. Finally, from the depths of his throat, he squeezed out a heavy reply: "...Okay. I promise you."
After receiving her husband's promise, Miwako seemed to have her last bit of strength completely drained away. Her hands grasping the armor slipped weakly, and her eyes slowly closed. Only at the corners of her mouth seemed to still retain a faint hope for her daughter's future.
"Mother—!" Aoi cried heartbreakingly, her voice childish yet filled with the most primitive despair. She felt her father's arms tighten around her, the force so strong it almost crushed her tiny bones, as if she were the only thing he could hold onto on this tragic battlefield, the only thing still alive.
The sounds of fighting gradually died down. The Uchiha clan's elite troops had finally taken complete control of the situation, annihilating the remaining Hagoromo ninja. But victory came at a heavy price. The clan territory lay in ruins, houses collapsed, and smoke and fire filled the air. The casualties among women and children were particularly severe, with cries of sobbing and pain echoing endlessly.
Uchiha Madara retracted his Sharingan and silently walked to his father's side. His face was splattered with the blood of his enemies. His cold eyes swept over his dead mother and brother, finally landing on his sister, who was tightly held in his father's arms and almost fainting from crying. His gaze was complex and incomprehensible, filled with deep sorrow, all-consuming anger, and perhaps even a hint of...bewilderment at a world suddenly left only with the two of them.
Uchiha Tajima stood up, holding his young daughter. He surveyed the devastated clan territory, looking at the dead and their loved ones. His voice was hoarse and tired, yet it carried the cold resolve of a clan leader: "Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and count the casualties. Bury the victims with honor."
He glanced down at Aoi, who had fallen asleep in his arms from extreme grief and exhaustion, and held her tighter, striding towards the main house, which hadn't yet been completely destroyed. Uchiha Madara followed silently behind his father, his small back straight, yet carrying a weight far beyond his years.
Lin Yu's modern soul was born in this nightmare of blood and smoke. As Uchiha Aoi, her Warring States period began in the most brutal way.
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