Strange, How Can I Use Wood Style as an Uchiha?

Born without a name, without a clan, without memories—only the warmth of someone who called me Sunflower. That light died the night the Nine-Tails attacked Konoha, leaving behind an orphan who became my reason to live. When my Sharingan awakened, I thought I'd finally found where I belonged among the Uchiha. Then came the massacre. Now I'm adrift again, a blade in the shadows, an ANBU operative serving the Third Hokage. To protect Naruto and Sasuke, I'll wear any mask, wield any power—even Wood Style, the forbidden technique that should be impossible for an Uchiha to master.