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This is the final chapter of this prequel. The story leads everything to The Uchiha Resentment. I didn't write long chapters as, like ive said before, this story was made to be a one shot. I just broke it down as a short 14 chapter story. Enjoy the Read!

The Uchiha Rebellion

Chapter 14: The Shadows of Tomorrow

The sky over Konoha was a dull gray, as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss that had shaken the very core of the village. A somber silence blanketed the streets, broken only by the soft murmur of villagers exchanging hushed whispers, the weight of grief palpable in the air.

At the Namikaze household, Akane Uchiha stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with confusion and fear as she took in the presence of Hiruzen Sarutobi. The Third Hokage looked older than she had ever seen him, the lines on his face etched deep with sorrow. His shoulders were hunched, his gaze downcast as if he were struggling under the weight of some unbearable burden.

"Lord Third?" Akane's voice trembled as she addressed him, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. "What… what's happened? Where is Minato?"

Hiruzen closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath. When he looked up again, the pain and regret in his eyes were unmistakable.

"Akane…" he began softly, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Minato… Minato is gone."

Akane froze, her breath catching in her throat. For a moment, it felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her. She shook her head slowly, her mind struggling to process the words.

"No… no, that's not true," she whispered, taking a shaky step back. "Minato… he can't be… he promised me…"

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she clutched the doorframe for support. Hiruzen reached out a hand, his expression one of deep sympathy.

"I'm so sorry, Akane," he murmured gently. "He sacrificed himself… to save the village. He sealed the Nine-Tails… at the cost of his own life."

Akane's legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. Her mind raced, memories of Minato's smile, his laughter, the warmth of his touch—all of it shattered and torn away in an instant.

"No… no, no, no…" she cried, her voice breaking with each desperate denial. "He can't be gone… he can't be…"

Hiruzen knelt beside her, his heart aching as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. There were no words he could offer to ease her pain, no comfort that could fill the void left by Minato's loss. He could only stand by her, sharing in the sorrow that had befallen them all.

"Akane… I know this is hard," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "But you have a son who needs you. Naruto… he's all you have left of Minato."

At the mention of her son, Akane's sobs quieted slightly, her tear-filled eyes lifting to meet Hiruzen's. The grief in her gaze was nearly overwhelming, but beneath it, there was a flicker of determination—a mother's fierce love for her child.

"I'll… I'll be there for him," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "For Naruto… I'll be strong."

Hiruzen nodded, squeezing her shoulder gently. "You won't be alone, Akane. I'll make sure of that."

Hours later, Hiruzen found himself standing in the center of the Konoha Council Chamber. The room was filled with tension, the air crackling with the unspoken grief and uncertainty that hung over them like a dark cloud. The village's elders sat around the circular table, their expressions grim and somber.

"We need to act quickly," Danzo Shimura said, his voice clipped and urgent. "With Minato gone, the village is vulnerable. We can't afford to be without a Hokage."

Hiruzen glanced at the bandaged elder, noting the gleam of ambition in his single visible eye. Danzo had always been a man driven by power and control, and it was clear that he saw this tragedy as an opportunity to advance his own agenda.

"I will assume the position of Hokage until a suitable successor is found," Hiruzen stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Danzo's brow furrowed, his lips thinning in displeasure. "With all due respect, Lord Third, you're not as young as you once were. The village needs strong leadership now more than ever."

"And I will provide that leadership," Hiruzen retorted, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "Minato entrusted this village to me. I won't let his sacrifice be in vain."

Danzo's jaw clenched, but he fell silent, clearly unwilling to push the matter further for the time being. The other elders exchanged uneasy glances, murmuring softly among themselves.

"We'll discuss the matter further at a later time," Hiruzen said, his tone brokering no opposition. "For now, we need to focus on rebuilding and ensuring the safety of the village."

The council nodded reluctantly, the meeting dissolving into a tense silence. As the elders began to file out of the chamber, Hiruzen felt a heavy weight settle over his shoulders.

He had hoped to step down and enjoy the peace of his remaining years, but fate had dealt him a cruel hand. The village needed him now more than ever, and he would not turn away from that duty.

Even if it meant standing in the shadow of his successor's death.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale, silver glow over the silent streets of Konoha. Fugaku Uchiha walked with a purposeful stride, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He should have felt a sense of victory—after all, he had gotten what he wanted. Minato Namikaze and Akane Uchiha were no longer together. Minato was dead and Akane didn't even attempt to rejoin the clan.

But there was no satisfaction. Only a hollow emptiness.

"Got what you wanted, didn't you?"

Fugaku's head snapped up, his Sharingan flaring to life as he immediately recognized the familiar voice. The figure leaning casually against the outer wall of the Uchiha compound wore the distinctive mask of the Blue Devil Shinobi. Fugaku clenched his jaw.

"Enough with the cryptic remarks, Naruto," Fugaku spat, his voice low and dangerous. "Say what you came here to say and be gone."

The man chuckled softly, the sound echoing faintly in the still night air. "So hostile. You should be happy, Fugaku. Minato's dead. Akane's in pieces. Everything's working out just as you wanted."

"Don't mock me!" Fugaku snarled, taking a step forward. "Do you think I wanted Minato to die? Do you think I wanted to see my cousin suffer like this?"

The masked figure straightened, his tone suddenly serious. "Yes. You wanted Akane away from him. You wanted your clan's bloodline free from his influence. And now… that's exactly what you have."

Fugaku gritted his teeth, the words cutting deep. The man before him—the future version of Akane's son, Naruto—knew exactly how to strike at the heart of Fugaku's guilt and uncertainty.

"I didn't want it to happen like this," Fugaku whispered, his voice almost lost in the wind. "I just… I wanted to protect her. To keep her from making a mistake."

Naruto's gaze softened slightly behind his mask. "Sometimes, the best intentions can lead to the worst outcomes."

The two stood in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between them. Finally, Fugaku took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

"What do you want from me now?" he asked quietly.

Naruto tilted his head, considering the question. "I want you to remember this feeling, Fugaku. Remember what it means to sacrifice something for the sake of a greater good. Because that's what I'm doing—what I've been doing this entire time."

Fugaku's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Naruto's Mangekyo Sharingan flared to life, the patterns spinning wildly. Fugaku felt the world around him begin to warp and twist, the familiar sensation of a powerful Genjutsu taking hold.

"I'm making sure the future unfolds as it needs too," Naruto murmured, his voice echoing in the recesses of Fugaku's mind. "Even if that means erasing a few memories… and nudging you in the right direction."

Fugaku's vision blurred, his body growing heavy and unresponsive as the Genjutsu tightened its grip. He fought to stay conscious, to keep a hold of his thoughts, but the power of the technique was overwhelming.

"You will remember our agreement," Naruto whispered, his voice like a distant echo. "You will train the child when the time comes. You will guide him… and you will not interfere."

Fugaku struggled, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as the world faded to black. The last thing he saw was Naruto's masked face, the glowing red of his Mangekyo Sharingan the only light in the darkness.

"And one more thing, Fugaku," Naruto murmured softly. "Remember… you wanted this."

With that, the Genjutsu released its hold, and Fugaku crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

When he woke, he was alone in the clearing, the faint whispers of the wind the only sound in the stillness of the night. He blinked slowly, his mind foggy and disoriented. What… what was he doing out here?

He glanced around, a strange sense of unease settling over him. Something felt off… but he couldn't quite place it. He shook his head, pushing the thoughts away.

There was no time for this. He had a clan to lead.

Standing slowly, Fugaku turned and began to walk back toward the Uchiha compound, his gaze distant and unfocused. Whatever had brought him out here… it didn't matter now.

The future was still unwritten, and he would ensure that his clan remained strong.

No matter what it took.

The Blue Devil Shinobi watched from the shadows as Fugaku disappeared into the distance, his gaze unreadable. With a soft sigh, he turned and vanished into the night, leaving no trace of his presence behind.

The game was still in play.

And the stakes had never been higher.

Well thats it for this short story. Hoped you enjoyed my expansion on the Naruto Uchiha Universe. Remember to favorite me so that you can get all the chapters for my other stories.

Post Credit Scene

A Day Before the Kyubi Attack

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long, golden rays across the training grounds just outside the Hokage Mansion. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, the tranquil sounds of Konoha settling into the evening. It was a rare moment of peace, one that Minato Namikaze cherished as he leaned against a wooden fence, watching the orange hues of the setting sun slowly fade into twilight.

"I knew I'd find you here, Hokage-sama."

Minato's sharp senses caught the voice before the figure emerged from the shadows. The man wore a dark, hooded cloak that obscured most of his features, but the distinctive mask—a swirling blue pattern resembling an Devil—betrayed his identity. Despite the mask's menacing design, there was a calmness in the way the man held himself, a familiarity that put Minato at ease.

"'Izuna Uchiha,'" Minato greeted warmly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Or should I say, Blue Devil Shinobi?"

The figure chuckled softly, stepping into the dimming light. "It seems you've seen through my disguise yet again, Minato."

"Hard not to, considering you've been around the village so often," Minato replied, his eyes studying the man's stance. "You've become a regular presence here. It's almost as if you… belong."

"Maybe I do." The Blue Devil Shinobi shrugged, his masked gaze turning to the sunset. "After all, Konoha was once my home."

Minato arched an eyebrow at the odd choice of words but said nothing, deciding to let the silence between them speak for itself. The two stood side by side, watching the last slivers of sunlight vanish beyond the horizon. Crickets began their nightly serenade, filling the air with a serene, rhythmic cadence.

"Izuna," Minato began softly, his tone more serious now. "What brings you here tonight?"

The Blue Devil Shinobi seemed to ponder the question for a moment, his masked face turned toward the newly darkened sky. He removed his mask. Minato didn't realize the resemblance between himself and this man. When he spoke, his voice was laced with an unusual melancholy.

"Just… wondering," he murmured, almost to himself. "Have you lived a happy life, Minato?"

The question caught Minato off-guard. He glanced sideways at the enigmatic figure, confusion flickering in his blue eyes. "A happy life…?"

"Yes." The young man nodded slowly. "Have you been… happy? With everything you've done? With the choices you've made?"

Minato thought carefully, his gaze softening as he considered the question. He looked back at the village—the place he had dedicated his life to, the home he had sworn to protect. The faces of his friends, his comrades, his beloved wife Akane, and their newborn son, Naruto, flashed through his mind.

"I… I suppose I have," Minato said quietly, a wistful smile forming on his lips. "My life has been full of ups and downs, like everyone else's. But I've had people who believed in me… people I could rely on. I've made mistakes, lost precious friends, but… I found love, had a son… and I've done my best to protect this village."

He paused, his eyes distant as he looked up at the stars beginning to twinkle in the night sky. "So yes… I've lived a happy life."

The unmasked man stood silent, his expression unreadable behind his mask. Minato turned his gaze to him, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"What about you, Izuna?" Minato asked gently. "Have you been happy?"

The man's shoulders stiffened slightly, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on his mask.

"My life… hasn't been like yours, Minato," he said quietly, a bitter edge to his voice. "It's been… full of loss. Full of tragedy. I never knew my father growing up. I never knew who I was… where I belonged. I lost everything… everyone I cared about."

Minato's heart ached at the pain in the young man's voice. He wanted to say something, offer some comfort, but the words died in his throat. The man turned to face him fully, and even through the mask, Minato could feel the weight of his gaze.

"But I will make it better," the man continued, his tone suddenly fierce with determination. "I'll make sure that the future is different. That the people I love are safe."

Minato frowned slightly, sensing the deep resolve in the man's voice. There was something almost desperate in the way he spoke, something that spoke of a past that was far too painful to be put into words.

"Izuna…" Minato started, but the man shook his head, cutting him off.

"Don't worry, Hokage-sama," he said softly, his tone returning to its usual calmness. "I'm not here to burden you with my problems. I just wanted to… talk. To see if someone like you could ever understand." The man put his masked back on.

Minato's gaze softened, his heart going out to the man before him. "I don't know if I can understand everything you've gone through… but I do know that you're not alone. You have people here who care about you… people who would be there for you, if you'd let them."

The man chuckled, the sound almost sad. "Maybe. But there are some things that can't be changed… some things that have to happen."

Minato opened his mouth to respond, but the Blue Devil Shinobi took a step back, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about me, Minato. Focus on your family. On your son. He's going to need you… more than you realize."

The words sent a chill down Minato's spine, a sense of foreboding settling over him like a dark cloud. He took a step forward, reaching out as if to stop the man from leaving.

"Izuna, what—"

But before he could finish, the man's form flickered, and he vanished into the shadows, leaving Minato standing alone under the starry sky.

The wind whispered softly around him, carrying the man's final words.

"Live a happy life, Minato. Because tomorrow… everything changes."

Minato stared at the spot where the man had stood, his mind swirling with confusion and unease. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he made a silent vow.

Whatever was coming, whatever danger lay ahead… he would protect his family. His village. His son.

No matter the cost.

With one last glance at the star-filled sky, Minato turned and walked back toward the Hokage Mansion, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words.

Tomorrow would come, and with it, the unknown.

But tonight, he would cherish the peace that remained, if only for a little while longer.

Well Future Naruto gets a moment with his father before its too late. Well enjoy the read and click my profile so that you may see my other works.