“My head hurts.” Ethan opened his eyes, feeling as if the back of his head had been smashed by a sledgehammer.
Like he’d been hit by a ton of bricks!
A chaotic flood of memories surged into his mind, playing out like a movie.
The Land of Fire, Konohagakure, the Uchiha clan…
“The good news is…
I’ve transmigrated!” For a struggling writer, transmigrating was a joyous occasion, especially when it was into his favorite anime world.
Two happy things combined should have resulted in a dreamlike, blissful time, but why…
“Why is the Uchiha clan about to be wiped out?!” After absorbing and sorting through all the memories, Ethan’s expression turned grim.
Uchiha Shisui had already jumped off a cliff to his death.
His death meant the countdown to the Uchiha clan’s annihilation had officially begun!
In just a few days, that ‘filial’ son, Uchiha Itachi, would team up with Uchiha Obito and Konoha to slaughter his entire clan.
The original owner of this body was named Uchiha Senya, not Uchiha Sasuke.
That ‘filial’ son Itachi obviously wouldn’t let him off the hook.
Time was running out.
*’Maybe I should just make a run for it.’* Senya was a transmigrator; he hadn’t inherited any of the original body’s emotional attachments.
Furthermore, whether in his past life or this one, he was an orphan.
Therefore, he felt absolutely no psychological burden about abandoning the clan and running away.
This thought hovered in Senya’s mind for a few seconds before he outright rejected it.
The entire Uchiha clan was under the strict surveillance of the Anbu and Root.
He wouldn’t even be able to step out of Konoha’s front gates.
Escaping from anywhere else was even more unrealistic.
Konoha was enveloped by a massive spherical barrier.
The moment anyone entered or exited, the Barrier Team would immediately detect them.
Moreover, even if he somehow managed to escape Konoha by a stroke of luck, there would be no place for him in the vast ninja world.
The evolutionary nature of the Sharingan guaranteed that Konoha’s higher-ups would never allow a single Uchiha to live.
This was especially true since the original body had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan upon hearing the news of Shisui’s suicide.
Although he was still listed as having a Two-Tomoe Sharingan on Danzo’s intelligence roster—which wasn’t as valuable as a Three-Tomoe—as long as the eyes were awakened, there was a possibility of them evolving into the Mangekyo!
Konoha’s higher-ups would never take that risk.
As for fleeing alone to the other four great ninja villages and begging for asylum?
Heh, Senya was certain that if he went there alone, the best possible outcome would be becoming a breeding tool.
Having his kidneys harvested or his Sharingan gouged out would be completely normal too.
This was an absolute nightmare of a starting point!
Suddenly, a transparent panel popped up: Name: Uchiha Senya Bloodline Limit: Three-Tomoe Sharingan (1/6000) Ninjutsu: Great Fireball Technique LV3 (213/1000), Phoenix Sage Fire Technique LV2 (170/300), Dragon Fire Technique LV2 (113/300), Shadow Clone Technique LV2 (213/300), Three Basic Jutsu LV2 (268/300) Taijutsu: Strong Fist LV2 (251/300) Genjutsu: Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique LV2 (160/300) Others: Uchiha Chakra Refining Technique LV3 (220/1000), Hand Seals LV2 (170/300), Throwing Technique LV2 (241/300), Ventriloquism LV1 (91/100), Acting LV1 (92/100), Writing LV1 (59/100) He had to sincerely thank the original body for having a good relationship with Uchiha Shisui and for training diligently enough that he didn’t start with a blank slate.
“Wait, isn’t this the cheat I designed for my protagonist?!” Senya’s eyes widened.
Before transmigrating, he had been preparing to start a new book, and the cheat he created for his main character was a leveling panel.
Simply put, as long as he grinded experience points, he could level up his skills with no upper limit!
Watching others suffer to grind experience was entertaining, but when he became the one who had to do it, the feeling wasn’t so wonderful anymore.
“If I knew I was going to transmigrate, I would have just given myself an instant-upgrade cheat…” Senya mocked himself a bit, and his tense mood relaxed significantly.
The Naruto world didn’t care about miracles; here, bloodlines reigned supreme!
Take Guy, for example.
He trained bitterly for decades and had to burn away his very life force just to unleash a single moment of ultimate brilliance.
Most ordinary people could only serve as background characters, drifting aimlessly through the tides of major events.
Whether they lived or died rested entirely in the hands of others.
That kind of feeling was incredibly powerless.
This cheat gave Senya hope.
Even a Bloodline Limit like the Sharingan had an experience bar next to it!
As long as he worked hard, anything was possible!
However…
Senya pondered in his heart, *’I don’t have time to slowly develop my strength.’* The Uchiha clan already had one foot in the grave; they might even be wiped out by tomorrow.
Grinding ordinary skills wouldn’t solve the problem at all.
Unless…
he could evolve his Three-Tomoe into a Mangekyo.
Senya glanced at the experience bar and abandoned that idea.
Sharingan (Three-Tomoe): 1/6000 Because he had designed this cheat himself, no one understood it better than he did.
Trying to grind 5,999 experience points in just a few short days…
He might as well wash up and go to sleep.
Senya took a deep breath, discarded his negative emotions, and calmly thought of a countermeasure.
“Running means death, and staying means death.
I might as well rise up and fight back, and kill the Third Hokage and Danzo!” Only by shattering the Uchiha clan’s foolish illusions about Konoha’s higher-ups and making them clearly realize that this was a life-and-death struggle with no room for compromise, could he carve out a sliver of survival!
*’The first thing I need to do is change their mindset.
Who the hell stages a coup by only holding meetings without taking any action?’* Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, was an absolute disaster!
He had already decided on a violent coup, yet he was still acting so indecisive and hesitant.
It wasn’t a wedding; there was no need to pick an auspicious day and time…
In Senya’s eyes, the Uchiha clan’s behavior couldn’t be called a coup.
They were acting like bitter housewives, hiding at home and complaining all day!
With such a “great” clan head, the Uchiha clan’s annihilation was entirely deserved.
*’However, he has been the clan head for many years and has deeply earned the trust of the clansmen.
Until some fatal scandal is exposed, his position is rock solid.* *’Furthermore, I can’t be sure if this disaster of a leader has awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan or not.’* *Fugaku’s logic: I might not be able to handle the big shots in Konoha, but you think I can’t handle you?* Here came the first dead knot.
If Senya wanted to change the Uchiha clan’s mindset, he couldn’t bypass this disastrous father-son duo.
He wasn’t afraid of Itachi leaking secrets; he was afraid of Fugaku, the number one disaster, repeatedly obstructing him, causing them to miss their final chance at survival and repeating the tragedy of the clan’s massacre.
*’I need to find a breaking point.
So, where is this breaking point?’* Senya took out a pen and paper and listed a string of names: Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzo, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Fugaku.
After some thought, he added a new name: Uchiha Setsuna.
After scribbling for a bit, Senya put down his pen and smiled at the contents.
*’I’ve found the key to breaking this deadlock.’* For a bloodline clan that worshipped the strong like the Uchiha, the Three-Tomoe held extraordinary significance.
As long as one awakened the Three-Tomoe, they could directly enter the clan’s decision-making circle and hold actual speaking power within the clan!
Before any major operation, the regular meetings held would always first seek the opinions and views of all the Three-Tomoe users in the clan.
And Senya had undoubtedly already pushed open this door!
He opened his eyes, and a pair of pitch-black three-tomoe slowly spun within his scarlet pupils!
The world was clearer than ever before.
The dust in the air drifted up and down.
Under the Sharingan’s perception, a fly ten meters away moved slower and slower, until it finally seemed trapped in amber, completely frozen.
The patterns on its wings were clearly visible, known like the back of his hand!
Senya pulled out a shuriken and lightly tossed it.
The shuriken sliced through the air, trailing a long arc.
*Swish!* Decapitated.
The clueless fly crashed to the ground.
“This…
is the supernatural.” This feeling left Senya mesmerized.
“And I hold the key to its evolution!” He took a deep breath and calmed down.
Without deactivating his Sharingan, he carefully sensed the chakra consumption.
*’Keeping it active for half an hour consumes about as much chakra as using the Great Fireball Technique.
Of course, in an intense battle, the chakra drain would be much faster.’* Because the Sharingan’s abilities—whether perception, copying, or genjutsu—all required chakra to function.
*’However, the Uchiha clan possesses more chakra than others.
This is an advantage brought by our bloodline.’* There was a reason Naruto was also jokingly called the “Legend of the Eyes.” He glanced at the experience bar.
+0.5.
Worth celebrating, truly worth celebrating…
Senya opened a drawer, took out a well-preserved notebook, and began flipping through it earnestly.
The pitch-black tomoe spun, acting like a high-precision scanner, branding the handwriting on the pages into his mind.
Senya closed the notebook and sorted through the original body’s memories regarding Uchiha Shisui, writing and pausing intermittently.
It was just like an actor writing a biographical sketch for the character they were about to play.
After a long while, he took out a stack of letter paper and began to write.
After wasting dozens of sheets of paper, a wrist-aching Senya finally produced a satisfactory piece of work.
He deactivated his sore Sharingan and made some preparations for his upcoming actions.
Once finished, Senya changed into casual clothes and left the room.
“Since it’s still early, I’ll go to the forest to familiarize myself with my abilities.
Otherwise, I won’t have time later because of the meeting.” Before leaving, he looked at himself in the mirror, feeling quite satisfied.
His looks were top-tier.
If he were in his past life, relying solely on this face to skip twenty years of hard struggles wouldn’t be a problem at all.
Unfortunately, in this world, relying on your face to make a living was a dead end!