Naruto Uchiha, the former God of the Space!

Late March of Konoha Year 58.

It's back-to-school season again, and the new generation born in 51 is officially enrolling.

"I must become number one in the whole school, so I can gain more recognition from my dad and brother!"

Little Sasuke clenched his fists and silently made a resolution.

The Uchiha clan's territory is located in the forest downstream of the Naka River.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Si-Wei-Shen-Hai-Wu-Yin, his fingers flew, chakra surged through his body along a specific route, and at the peak, Uchiha Shu suddenly opened his mouth.

His chest rose violently, and a fireball was spat out of his mouth.

As it swelled in the wind, the orange-red sphere transformed into a scorching object with a diameter of five meters, crashing straight into the lake like a cannonball.

boom!

The fireball exploded with a roar, causing nearby fish and shrimp to burst open, and large plumes of water vapor to rise from the lake surface.

With such power, it could melt not only humans, but even steel.

However, Uchiha Shu, the one who unleashed this iconic Fire Release technique, showed no joy on his face.

"Sasuke started school today."

"Weasel... Weasel, join the Anbu."

"This foreshadows my impending death."

He jumped onto a large tree and looked at the flock of crows taking flight from the depths of the forest, his heart filled with gloom.

A fireball of this size would exhaust an ordinary genin to unleash, but Uchiha Shu still had plenty of chakra, having only used about one-tenth of his chakra.

What does it mean to have a noble bloodline? It means that at the same stage, you can take on seven ordinary ninjas at once.

However, within the Uchiha clan, he was merely a minor character with only one tomoe who had just awakened his Sharingan.

"Sigh, my talent is limited. According to the elders, if I continue to grow normally, I can become a special Jonin in ten years and serve as a squad leader in the Konoha Police Force."

"But I won't live to see that day. I have the overall qualities of a Chunin, and I'll complete the promotion ceremony for the team leader next week. So what if I encounter a Kage-level powerhouse? I'll still be killed like a stray on the street, and my eyes will become someone else's spoils of war."

Thinking about it, Uchiha Shu felt increasingly unwilling and uneasy.

As a transmigrator living a second life in the Naruto world, who wouldn't have some ambition?

This is the world of chakra. Cultivating it to its extreme can lead to immortality, the ability to destroy stars, and even transcend the current universe.

Until he discovered that he was almost the same age as Itachi, leaving him very little time to develop!

Not long after joining the Anbu, the Weasel, together with Obito Uchiha and the Konoha leadership, launched a massacre, killing everyone indiscriminately, young and old, even infants, except for his younger brother Sasuke, who was spared to inherit the Sharingan bloodline.

In order to break free from his predetermined fate, he, who was not yet of school age, worked hard to train in chakra extraction, tree climbing, and water walking, attempting to gain Kage-level strength before the night of the clan's annihilation.

But this is what happened.

"Sigh, it's time to face reality. After completing the promotion process next week, I'll take on a mission to leave the village and escape, preparing for the worst."

"Fine, I'll just join the Hidden Cloud Village!"

"The bloodstains you do not cherish are sought after by enemy nations..."

The mighty Raikage, coupled with the perfect Jinchuriki Killer Bee, makes for a formidable duo. Hopefully, they can protect themselves.

Lost in thought, Uchiha Shu leaped back to the clan's territory.

"Xiu, you're back from your morning exercise early today. Why don't you come over to my place for a bite to eat?"

Uncle Zhen, who runs the tofu shop on the street corner, leans out, holding a bowl in his hands:

"Come on, while it's hot."

Uchiha Xiu stopped and shook his head, politely declining the offer.

"No need, Uncle Zhen. The instant noodles I bought last time are about to expire, so I need to eat them quickly. Maybe next time."

"Okay, then come to my house for sukiyaki in a couple of days." Uncle Shinichi said with a smile, adding, "Don't push yourself too hard during your training, remember to rest."

"I understand." Uchiha Shu replied with mixed feelings, and continued walking forward.

On the grass not far away, several three- or four-year-old children were practicing shuriken in the sunlight.

Suddenly, a kunai that missed its target flew through the air and landed firmly at his feet.

"Brother Xiu!" The child, his face flushed, ran over after missing the target. "I'm so sorry!"

"Keep your wrist steady." Uchiha Shu bent down and pulled the kunai from the ground. "Don't rush to exert force. Aim carefully before you strike, like this."

As he spoke, he demonstrated it once.

The kunai sliced ​​through the air and precisely struck the red bullseye fifty paces away.

The little ones exclaimed in amazement, as if they had never seen anything like it before.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at Uchiha Shu, a gaze that reminded him of himself many years ago—when he too looked up at the powerful elders of his clan.

"Brother Xiu is amazing! I want to be like you someday! I'll definitely awaken my Sharingan within two years of graduating from the Ninja Academy!"

Uchiha Shu sighed inwardly, handed the kunai back, and casually ruffled the little brat's slightly prickly hair.

What's so great about that? He experienced despair during a mission and sacrificed two of his comrades with whom he had a strong bond in order to obtain a single magatama.

"Alas, cursed eyes, to receive love and to lose love..."

"Shinichi, stop playing around and come back for dinner!"

Just then, I heard a mother calling her child home from afar.

These are the people bound together by their clan emblem and bloodline.

They are stubborn, proud, and protective of their own, and they will only show their best side to their own people.

Unfortunately, the warm home that had been supporting his new life was now counting down to that blood-red moonlit night.

The voices of the weak cannot reach the ears of the strong. After realizing his inability to improve himself, he actually tried to correct Shisui and Itachi's extreme views, but to no avail.

They are separated by a pitiful, thick barrier.

The prerequisite for verbal persuasion to work is that you can deliver a powerful blow to the other person's friendship; otherwise, no matter how eloquently you speak, they will only take it as nonsense.

squeak~

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

Uchiha Shu returned to his small home in the north of the settlement, jumped through the window into the second-floor bedroom, and skillfully turned on the computer.

The folder created on the desktop is the name of the latest best-selling book in the ninja world:

"Young Xiaobin"

The statement that Xiaobin's performance at the Ninja Academy was not ideal has recently left a deep impression on powerful ninjas such as Jiraiya and Kakashi.

Some believe it is a groundbreaking work that surpasses "Make-Out Paradise" in every way.

"Yes, the remaining compensation for my parents' deaths in battle is 160,000 taels."

"The royalties amounted to 1.95 million taels."

"Enough to hire wandering ninjas of Jonin rank to help me put on a show, and leave a considerable amount of silver at home to mislead the village's higher-ups and cause them to misjudge the situation..."

To be honest, Uchiha Shu never worried that the rogue ninjas who accepted his services would raise their prices at the last minute or take the money and not do the job.

Even villains of Kakuzu and Zabuza's caliber will act according to their professional ethics once they accept a mission.

It is one of the world's unique features.

It's probably an ideological imprint ingrained by millennia of discipline. Just like the Kage of a village who controls the nation's strongest armed forces, he often remains humble in the face of the noble forces led by the Daimyo, helplessly accepting the reality of being financially strangled.

"Now we will begin to forge the will."

"Once the plan succeeds, Xiaobin's story can't be written anymore; if he wants to make money later, he'll have to use a different pseudonym!"

"Then, let's drastically alter Long Tao's story."

The moment his finger touched the mouse, a strange palpitation made him pause.

Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly...live?

【YES or NO】

A rudimentary virus pop-up appeared.

Something unexpected happened.