Chronicles of the Uchiha: The Curse Clan

One hundred years before Uchiha Sasuke and Uzumaki Naruto passed their Genin test, and twenty years before the founding of Konohagakure, the first Ninjadorf, a young boy by the name of Madara lived in the vastness of the unnamed ninja continent with his family. Madara was the son of a shinobi who had passed the Genin test.

His world is a violent and treacherous place full of conflict. Because it brings in money, his clan engages in random acts of violence on a daily basis. Their entire social hierarchy is predicated on how capable the Shinobi are and how much potential each individual possesses.

In a clan like this, there are no young people to be found. There is no such thing as a "previous generation."

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The dense spirit of the trees allowed light to flow through them. It was a beautiful day with a blue sky, and there were a lot of birds singing, so it sounded like they were putting on a concert. There is always some darkness present when there is light. Therefore, this day also featured a gloomy aspect, specifically a darkness that could be found directly beneath the leaf roof. A figure that was curved together, as small as they could get, and completely hidden hid in the shadows. To achieve the best possible blend with his surroundings, the man had chosen to dress in tones of grey and matte green. While he waited, he kept a long grass stem in his mouth and chewed on it while holding it between his teeth. He remained still and quietly listened to the birds singing. Mali wings, with a nocturnal pattern. The trip that was taken by the Aurora Flyer.

The Shinobi spat the grasshalm out of their mouths. The only time you'll hear this bird singing is just before dawn and just before dusk.

The man placed his hands over his mouth and made a noise that sounded like a bride's head being severed. After that, he gave it a ten second pause before playing it again. Another thirty seconds passed before he abandoned his secure perch in the tree and descended to the ground below. both humans and animals are able to see it. When it comes down to it, in the presentation. The ninja walked around nervously with his tongue pressed against his chapped lips. He turned around and around, but he couldn't see anything until he became aware of a distant rush. His partner arrived way too late for the meeting.

The Shinobi immediately drew his Kunai as soon as a second man emerged from the cover of the trees.

He cried off in a hostile manner, "Isn't it damn hot now that summer has arrived? Are you kidding me?" A credo that ought to save him from execution by hanging.

The second ninja replied with the agreed upon words, which were, "The drought is coming soon, and after that it will get worse."

Both parties have abandoned their defending posture.

The first person, who was now more at ease, asked the second, who was picking up a new grasshalm, "What have you found out?"

He responded with, "They are having a party." "A pretty significant matter. The size of their tent city is approximately equal to half the size of the area covered by this forest. There are approximately 25 members who are murdering our fellow soldiers; this number does not include those who are still at large. His final words were filled with disgust, and he even spat on the ground at the end of them.

The Shinobi persisted, asking, "What exactly are you celebrating?" His features became more sallow. "You mean you won again?"

The response was a shake of the head. "It appears that one of these cretins has succeeded in reviving their bloodshed. They left the house because they found out it was a girl, and she was ten years old.

The man who was carrying the grass halm gave a thoughtful nod. "You're right, it doesn't happen very often to women. However, it is highly likely that their offspring will be even more of a nuisance. "Is there an attempt at murder going on inside?"

Still another nod of the head. You should know that they watch over their young as if they were their eyes. In every true and proper sense of the phrase."

There was no sound or motion, there was just a very slight shimmer in the air, and all of a sudden the spy shook violently.

A voice in the background murmured, "How absolutely correct you are." When a dark spot gradually spread across his partner's chest, the first Shinobi ran away, terrified.

When he recognised the trap and realised that he had left a fingerprint, he cried out, "Cursed!" "Kai!"

When his chakra flow was disrupted once, he shook all over, but neither of his eyebrows moved. His partner looked at him in shock as he stood there, then felt the wound in the middle of his body as if he were in a trance. After that, he twisted his eyes and fell to his knees before falling forward-facing into the dust.

After the surviving ninja had succeeded in dissolving the Genjutsu, he was finally able to make out a woman hiding behind him. It was immediately obvious to him that she was a Kunoichi due to the utilitarian and jewelry-free clothing that she wore. On top of her knee-length black pants, she wore a grey coat with a variety of pockets, and the short-handed dark blue shirt she wore had her clan sign embroidered on the sleeves. Her pants were knee-length. Her skin was flawless, and her face had a whitish appearance. She glared at the ninja with her cruel, bloodshot eyes, and she wore a stern drag around her mouth. She had jet black hair that was almost exactly shoulder length, but she didn't have to worry about trying to be beautiful because it wasn't necessary. The fact that she had succeeded in arousing the Sharingan must have catapulted her status as a woman within her clan to unfathomably high levels. It was forbidden for the Shinobi to look at her face at any time during his life.

He was aware of it due to the fact that he was unable to move his body, while she stealthily moved around his partner's body while playing with the blood-stained Kunai that she held in her hand.

She inquired along these lines, "Irokuda clan, correct?" "Kanashibari no Jutsu should you know anyway." Her eyes were suddenly struck by icy glare. "No one is hurting my daughter in any way." After saying these words to him, she thrust the blade deep into his chest, directly into his heart. After that, she withdrew and activated the paralysis, which caused him to convulse and sputter blood while choking, coughing, and spitting it out.

As the individual lay dying, the Kunoichi murmured, "The Irokuda will never be able to deal with the Uchiha," while looking at the individual with impatience. "Never ever!"