Naruto: The Beautiful Uchiha is Actually Me?

Chapter 193 Whose door is this?

This could perhaps be considered the first Shinobi World War, predating the original First Shinobi World War by many years.

The war came on fiercely, but ended in a very abrupt and chaotic manner...

Many days passed, and a week later, almost all the captured prisoners had been sent to the wasteland to build houses. They were all under the control of the Uchiha's mysterious cursed seal, making any sudden rebellion or uprising impossible.

Life, work, construction... everything seems to have returned to the village before the war broke out.

But if we had to say something was missing... no one remembers the former Itama or Yan Yi anymore. Itama's funeral was rushed; no one cared, and no one remembered.

After spending one last hour in his room, Yan Yi turned and left Konoha Village.

No one knows where he went or when he disappeared. Even the details of the final battle are unclear to most, and no one remembers how they won.

Similarly, no one remembers the name Yan Yi. The Alaya consciousness has been fully activated, and all traces of Yan Yi's existence are about to disappear.

Izuna got off work early today. As usual, he left the Hokage's office building at four o'clock and went home first.

"Ugh... I'm so tired... Even though the battle is over, I'm still so tired." Izuna muttered as he tossed the sword at his waist aside and began to change his clothes.

He went to the bathroom, shirtless, and began to observe himself in the mirror.

"Hmm... I don't have many injuries, and they're not serious." Izuna untied the rope binding the braid at the back of her head, took off the last piece of clothing, and jumped into the bathtub, starting to soak in the tub with a look of enjoyment and relaxation.

"Ah...that feels so good."

Amidst the rising steam, Izuna drifted into a dream... He only woke up when the water had cooled completely, looking around in a daze.

"Huh? It's getting dark..." Izuna looked out the window, then suddenly sat up as if by reflex. "Strange! Why didn't anyone wake me? Usually..."

As his thoughts drifted to this point, Izuna suddenly felt lost.

"I seem to remember... someone knocking on the door and telling me to hurry up and take a shower... did that happen?" Izuna tried hard to recall, but no matter what, he couldn't remember such a person.

After clearing his mind, Izuna got out of the bath, dried himself off, changed into clean clothes, and went to the mirror again.

He looked at himself in the mirror and asked, puzzled, "From childhood to adulthood, there have been five brothers in my family. I don't think I've ever met the other three; they passed away when I was very, very young... There's only me, Ban-ge, and my mother in this family. After my father died in battle, there's absolutely no one else here."

Yes, that's right. Looks like I really did soak in the bath for too long; my mind's a bit foggy...

Just as Izuna was about to turn and leave, she suddenly felt a warm liquid slide down her cheek... and drip onto her chest.

"what!"

Izuna was startled because he saw two long lines of bloody tears streaming down his cheeks in the mirror. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, a sharp pain shot through his eyes.

"Ouch!! It hurts!!" Izuna collapsed to the ground, clutching her head, her voice sounding particularly pitiful.

A full minute passed before Izuna felt the excruciating pain begin to subside, and his breathing became less rapid. Trembling, he leaned against the sink to stand up, filled with confusion and fear, not understanding why his eyes had suddenly started bleeding...

In his confusion, he looked in the mirror again. When he opened his eyes to see what had happened to him, he saw a scene in the mirror that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

His eyes... At this moment, the Sharingan automatically opened, but the pattern in the Sharingan was not the familiar tomoe, but a strange pattern, like a wheel composed of three straight lines, forming an equilateral triangle, surrounding the circle in the center of the pupil.

"This...is this the Mangekyou Sharingan? But...why?"

But before Izuna could think any further, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand steel needles. An intense and uncontrollable heartache and sorrow surged into his mind in an instant, almost making him unable to breathe.

"Ah! Waaah... Why...why did this happen..." Izuna held her head and looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with uncontrollable sadness, as well as intense confusion and bewilderment.

He felt as if he had permanently lost something of utmost importance to him, and at that moment, he felt utterly dejected.

He slowly slumped to the floor along the edge of the bathtub, breathing in the fresh air, but he had no idea why this was happening.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he slowly came to his senses and, feeling somewhat weak, prepared to go back to his room to lie down and rest.

This is all so strange... The sudden loss of memories, the inexplicable emotions, the bizarre awakening of his eyes... Izuna doesn't know what's wrong with him lately; everything was normal before the war...

My steps were very heavy, and my mood was extremely bad.

Izuna, trembling, supported himself against the wall as he walked down the corridor towards his room...

But halfway there, he suddenly looked up, his face filled with fear as he stared at the door next to his room... A sense of eeriness, shock, and oppression instantly filled his mind.

The door looked no different from his own, tightly closed, seemingly without any special features.

But just that one glance from Izuna caused him to suddenly be gripped by an overwhelming sense of panic.

Whose door is this?

Why do I never remember there being a door here? Why? What's on the other side of this door?

Izuna was terrified. He fell into a deep self-doubt, and the series of strange events that had happened that day made him feel like he was going crazy.

Could my memory... really be faulty? Or is it... a crucial part of it missing?

Izuna trembled all over, staring at the door, feeling completely frozen. His legs felt like lead as he struggled to move towards the door, but the closer he got, the more chaotic his thoughts became.

Finally, Izuna placed his hand on the doorknob. Perhaps in the next second, he would get the answer...

Click—

The doorknob is very flexible and easy to use; the door opens with a simple turn...

Izuna didn't even dare to look inside, afraid of seeing things he couldn't remember again. It was as if his memories had been altered by a powerful, bizarre, and subversive method without his knowledge or awareness.

Having already come this far, Izuna mustered his courage and looked up into the room through the doorway...

"This...how is this possible...? Why...why are these things here?"