Chapter 2: A World of Danger

Kaito couldn't stop shaking. He had just survived a meeting with Itachi Uchiha, the man responsible for killing nearly every member of the Uchiha Clan. How did he survive that? Itachi could have killed him with a single move, but he didn't. Why?

As the moon cast its pale light over the silent Uchiha district, Kaito's thoughts raced. He could still hear the faint echoes of the massacre—the screams, the cries for help. And now, the bodies of his clanmates lay cold in the streets. This was real. He was really here, in the Naruto world.

Kaito crouched down beside one of the fallen Uchiha, his eyes narrowing as he studied the body. The blood had already started to dry, and the expression on the dead man's face was one of pure terror. This wasn't just some story anymore. It was life or death.

And now he was stuck in the middle of it.

He needed to move. Fast. If Itachi was still around, there was no telling what would happen next. Kaito had no idea how strong he was in this new body, but he knew he wasn't a match for Itachi. Not yet, anyway.

Looking around the empty streets, Kaito spotted an alleyway leading out of the district. He didn't have a plan yet, but he needed to get out of here, regroup, and figure out what he was going to do next. Every second he stayed here, his life was at risk.

With one last glance at the bodies, Kaito dashed toward the alley. His feet were surprisingly light, and his movements felt more fluid than they ever had in his old life. He could feel the power coursing through his veins—the power of the Sharingan. It wasn't fully developed yet, but it was there, waiting for him to unlock its potential.

As Kaito sprinted through the dark alley, his mind raced with questions. How much time did he have before the rest of the village found out about the massacre? Would the Hokage send ANBU here to investigate? What would happen when Sasuke discovered the truth about his brother?

Kaito skidded to a stop, leaning against a wall to catch his breath. He had knowledge of everything that was going to happen in this world, but he wasn't sure how to use it yet. All he knew was that if he wanted to survive—and save the Uchiha Clan—he would have to start planning.

And fast.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the darkness.

"You there."

Kaito froze. His heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. Standing at the entrance of the alley was a figure dressed in black, his face hidden by a mask. The only thing Kaito could see clearly was the man's eyes—piercing and cold.

ANBU.

Kaito swallowed hard. He had to stay calm. This wasn't good. The ANBU were elite, highly trained shinobi directly under the Hokage's command. If they suspected he had anything to do with the massacre, he'd be dead in minutes.

The ANBU agent stepped forward, his voice sharp. "What are you doing here? The Uchiha district is off-limits."

Kaito's mind raced. He couldn't tell the truth. Not yet. "I… I was out for a walk," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. "I didn't know—"

"You didn't know about the massacre?" The ANBU's voice was filled with suspicion. "You're an Uchiha, aren't you?"

Kaito felt his blood run cold. He hadn't thought about that. Of course, the ANBU would recognize him as part of the Uchiha Clan. His mind raced for an excuse, something that wouldn't get him killed.

"I was… I was away from the district," Kaito lied. "I just came back. I didn't know what happened until now."

The ANBU studied him in silence for a moment. Kaito held his breath, hoping the lie would be enough to get him out of this situation.

Finally, the ANBU agent nodded. "You should leave. This is no place for civilians." He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he had come.

Kaito let out a shaky breath. That was close. Too close. He couldn't keep stumbling around like this. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up dead before he could do anything to save the Uchiha Clan.

He had to get smarter. Stronger.

Once he was sure the ANBU were gone, Kaito continued down the alley, moving toward the outer edge of the village. He needed a plan. Something to guide him through this world. And there was only one place he could think of to start.

The Uchiha Hideout.

In the original story, Sasuke found the Uchiha Hideout years after the massacre. It was where the secrets of the clan were stored, including their ancient techniques and scrolls. If Kaito could get there first, he might find something useful—something that could give him an edge against the enemies he knew were coming.

As he made his way through the quiet streets of Konoha, Kaito's mind wandered back to the massacre. He clenched his fists, anger boiling in his chest. Itachi had killed everyone. Everyone. And yet, Kaito had done nothing. He had just stood there.

But that was going to change. He wasn't going to let the Uchiha Clan be erased from history. Not if he could help it.

By the time he reached the edge of the village, the sun was starting to rise, casting a soft orange glow over the rooftops. Kaito paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Konoha. This was his home now. This was his world.

And he was going to change it.

With a new sense of purpose, Kaito turned and headed for the forest outside the village. The Uchiha Hideout was hidden deep within the mountains, far from the prying eyes of the other villagers. If he was going to find it, he would have to move quickly.

But as he made his way through the trees, a thought crossed his mind. He wasn't the only one who knew about the hideout. Itachi knew about it too. And if Kaito wasn't careful, he might run into him again.

Still, he had no choice. If he wanted to survive in this world, if he wanted to save the Uchiha Clan, he had to take risks.

And this was the first step.