Chapter 1

"Hey, Fuhuo, wake up! It’s just a kick, you’re being way too depressed!"

"If you don’t wake up, I’m leaving!"

"If I leave, no one will take care of you, you idiot."

"Damn it, I’m going to help an old lady cross the road, I don’t care about you anymore!"

The nagging voice finally faded away. On the tatami mat with a Japanese style, a pale 6-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes.

"Am I... Uchiha Fuhuo?"

A wave of unfamiliar memories surged from the depths of his mind, intensely stimulating a part of his brain. Suddenly, his eyes became painfully sore, as if countless ants were crawling inside, causing extreme discomfort.

Fuhuo rolled in pain on the tatami mat, knocking over a mirror.

He quickly grabbed the mirror and looked at it, his face turning blank. In the mirror, a pair of blood-red eyes filled with blood and ominousness stared back at him.

"Aren’t these... Sharingan?"

In the blood-red pupils, a black tomoe was slowly rotating, extremely sinister!

"I really became Uchiha Fuhuo, and this is the world of Naruto?!"

Fuhuo’s face was expressionless, unable to believe what he saw. Naruto is just an anime, right? What’s going on here?

It took him five minutes to reluctantly and happily accept this reality.

"In my previous life, I was just a child from an ordinary family, with no background or support. After graduation, I worked in a factory, overtime until 9:30 PM every day, achieving nothing for years... I just let my parents down."

Fuhuo sighed. Unconsciously, his Sharingan slowly faded, as he had just awakened it and was too young to maintain it for long.

Finally, the exhausted Fuhuo fell back into a deep sleep.

The next day, when he opened his eyes again, he had fully recovered.

Yesterday, the ninja academy held graduation exams. At just 5 years old, Kakashi graduated with excellent grades, breaking the record for the youngest graduate in the academy’s history, becoming a super genius of Konoha, admired by many.

As an Uchiha, Fuhuo, with his high pride, naturally couldn’t stand Kakashi’s showboating. He boldly challenged Kakashi in public, only to be kicked away, becoming a laughingstock in the entire school.

"Kakashi’s graduation from the ninja academy, this time period, should be right between the Second and Third Shinobi World Wars. I remember the trigger for the Third Shinobi World War was the disappearance of the Third Kazekage of the Sand Village..."

Fuhuo didn’t care much about challenging Kakashi, as it wasn’t him who did it. He was currently recalling the plot of Naruto, but after so many years, many details were hard to remember.

"The Third and Fourth Shinobi World Wars, both were meat grinders, each more terrifying than the last. Without enough strength, you can only become cannon fodder, dying without even knowing how!"

"Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, and the Akatsuki, these guys are all non-human beings!"

"Right, Kakashi’s father is the White Fang of Konoha, a super existence that even the Three Sages of Konoha have to step back. If I could get his guidance... uh, I’m from the Uchiha clan, and our relationship with the Hatake clan is quite tense."

With so many thoughts, Fuhuo felt his head was about to explode, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, a sound of the door opening came from outside.

"Fuhuo, I’m coming in."

Then, a boy wearing goggles walked in, the one who had taken care of Fuhuo yesterday.

"U-Uchiha O-O-Obito?!" Fuhuo almost did a 360-degree backflip and knelt to this super villain, but after a while, he remembered that this guy was his age, still in the ninja academy, and ranked even lower than him, a lowly existence.

"Huh? Fuhuo, you’re surprised to see me?" Uchiha Obito walked over familiarly, kneeling beside the tatami mat, and touched Fuhuo’s forehead, muttering, "You don’t have a fever."

"Damn it, I’m fine!" Fuhuo’s face turned a bit red, feeling embarrassed that an adult was scared by a little kid, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.

"That’s good. By the way, Fuhuo, don’t go out alone recently." Uchiha Obito continued, "Your challenge to Kakashi yesterday has spread in the clan. Everyone thinks you’ve disgraced the Uchiha clan, and many people are talking about beating you up."

"Can you be a bit more serious when you say that?" Fuhuo’s mouth twitched.

"I’m happy for you!" Uchiha Obito laughed, "You’ve always wanted to be famous in Konoha. Now, your dream has come true, and I’m genuinely happy for you."

"You bastard!"

In his memories, Fuhuo and Uchiha Obito were neighbors, playing together since childhood, with a good relationship. Uchiha Obito was kind-hearted, while Fuhuo inherited the Uchiha clan’s stubbornness and pride, but this didn’t hinder their friendship.

"Oh, I forgot, I made breakfast for you, but I met an old lady on the way and gave her my breakfast." Uchiha Obito slapped his head, looking regretful.

Fuhuo’s eyes twitched: "Bro, you live next door to me. Do you need to cross the road to get to my house?"

Uchiha Obito tilted his head and said shamelessly, "Because I went to see Rin first, ha ha."

Fuhuo was speechless.

Rin, this girl was the goddess Uchiha Obito had been secretly in love with for years, and because of her, Uchiha Obito ultimately fell into Uchiha Madara’s trap, becoming a puppet.

But... Fuhuo looked at Uchiha Obito, this guy was the same age as him, only 6 years old, just 6 years old, damn it!

A 6-year-old kid, already learning to have a crush?

How early are you? Did you start developing in your mother’s womb?

Fuhuo sighed, covering his forehead.

"Fuhuo, don’t be disappointed. Kakashi is just relying on his genius father’s guidance. If we work hard, we can graduate next year too!" Uchiha Obito looked excited, imagining the beautiful scene of graduating and getting a ninja headband to appear in front of his goddess Rin, drooling a bit, making the scene quite awkward.

Gurgle...

Fuhuo hadn’t eaten anything for a day, and his stomach finally protested.

"Ah, Fuhuo, let’s go eat something. I’ll treat you to ramen!" Uchiha Obito jumped up from the tatami mat, moving nimbly.

Fuhuo moved, finding his head wasn’t too painful anymore, and nodded, putting on his clothes.

"Fuhuo, you’re so slow." Uchiha Obito complained.

What could Fuhuo do? He was also helpless. The clothes in his hands were different from those in his previous life, and he couldn’t directly ask how to wear them, so he had to try slowly.

Finally, after ten minutes, Fuhuo put on his clothes, feeling a bit tired, and left home with Uchiha Obito.