The Uchiha Clan's Relics

Zheng Yuheng had a hard time walking. Konoha was far too big, and the hospital was so far from home. His young body trudged along with difficulty, and he had not even eaten yet. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious. Why was he so hungry? If he had not been worried that Danzo would empty out the things at home, he would have gone to eat right away. Who cared about relics? Fortunately, Sasuke was already in school. Though the Chakra in his body was not abundant, it was enough to support his movements.

"Hiruzen, you should not have agreed to that child's request. The Uchiha Clan's wealth could provide funds for the village's development." Danzo appeared in the Hokage's office. He had long coveted the Uchiha Clan's wealth.

"Danzo, I cannot refuse a child's request twice after already refusing him once. Besides, I am taking away his clan's land and houses. The Uchiha Clan's wealth belongs to him. That is in accordance with the village's laws," the Third Hokage said gravely.

"Hmph. The Uchiha Clan only has one child left. What does he need so much wealth for?"

"Do not forget that the Uchiha Clan's wealth is stored in the bank. You cannot withdraw it, and the bank will not hand it over to you either, because their clan still has a survivor. How much could you possibly get?" The world of Naruto was bizarre. It had banks and Passbooks, radios and electronic devices, electric lights and refrigerators, yet its means of transportation were horse-drawn carriages. Everything made sense in an anime world, but Zheng Yuheng found it strange now that he had seen the Passbook at home.

Zheng Yuheng finally made it home. He first sorted through his own house. He knew the place extremely well, and all kinds of Ninjutsu Scrolls, money, and Passbooks were turned up. He had seen them when his mother held him while doing housework when he was little. Because the two souls had merged, all those memories had been unearthed, so he knew everything clearly. Once he had organized the things at home, he placed them all together. Since his father had been the Clan Head, their home was the Family Estate. This would be where he lived from now on. Even the blood on the ground had been cleaned up. It seemed the Anbu were quite dedicated.

For the rest of the time, Zheng Yuheng began a thorough sweep, going from house to house to gather the Uchiha Clan's wealth and Ninjutsu. He knew all the Uchiha Clan's hiding methods. Brother had taught him them. Since ninjas had an extremely high chance of dying in battle, the first thing children learned was not Ninjutsu, but how to find where their families hid things. The Uchiha Clan's hiding methods were mostly similar. On top of that, Sasuke often visited other people's homes to play, or his mother took him around to visit neighbors. Others did not avoid hiding things in front of children or his mother. Would the Clan Head's Wife embezzle your belongings?

He did not finish moving everything until deep into the night. Zheng Yuheng was so exhausted that he did not want to move at all, but he still gritted his teeth and sorted through every clan member's Photo Album. Each household's names and members had to be recorded and placed with their photos. His body was simply too small. Before he knew it, he slowly fell asleep. Later, the Third Hokage appeared beside him and looked at the Photo Albums he was organizing.

Zheng Yuheng knew someone would definitely be watching him, so after bringing the items back, he simply piled them there and ignored them. Instead, he organized the Photo Albums first. The effect was quite good. A child missed his family—what could anyone say? Besides, collecting Ninjutsu Scrolls for the revival of his clan was perfectly normal.

In the anime, Sasuke rarely used Fire Style Ninjutsu later on. Perhaps it was related to the Ninjutsu Scrolls from his childhood home disappearing. This time, he would not give up on Fire Style Ninjutsu. After all, he had Ninjutsu of two attributes. Developing only one would be too wasteful. He would not rely too heavily on the Sharingan, either. He only needed to train hard and let it evolve on its own. Were ninjas without the Sharingan weak? Just look at the Third Hokage, Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru. They were all ninjas renowned in their time, yet none of them possessed a Kekkei Genkai. One had to be strong oneself to forge iron. That was the principle. The Uchiha Clan had gone down the wrong path.

The Third Hokage found a piece of clothing in the house and draped it over Zheng Yuheng, then looked around. Many Anbu were lying in wait nearby, protecting Sasuke's safety while monitoring his actions. Zheng Yuheng had expected this long ago. These Anbu greatly admired the child. His will was firm; even in utter exhaustion, he still gritted his teeth and organized the relics. Of course, they could not possibly know that an adult soul resided within that young body. These Anbu belonged solely to the Hokage. Danzo would not dare cause trouble here. Otherwise, the things Zheng Yuheng had gathered would become someone else's.

Early the next morning, Zheng Yuheng woke up starving. He looked at the clothing draped over him and felt puzzled. Naturally, he was pretending. The Third Hokage had definitely come by, because the Anbu would not do something like that. He was too hungry to care. He grabbed some money and headed out to find food. There were not many vendors out so early in the morning, but he spotted the legendary Ichiraku Ramen. At this time, Ichiraku Ramen's shop was still quite small. Sasuke hurried inside.

"Boss, one bowl of Pork Ramen," Zheng Yuheng called weakly, then climbed onto a chair and lay facedown on the table as he waited.

"Oh? Little guy, you look like you're starving." Uncle Teuchi spoke while keeping his hands moving, dropping the noodles he had prepared into the pot and stirring them with long chopsticks.

"I didn't eat yesterday. I'm so hungry. Uncle, give me a bowl of noodle soup first," Zheng Yuheng said pitifully. Uncle Teuchi was indeed kind-hearted. He filled a small bowl with the broth from the Pork Ramen and handed it to Zheng Yuheng. The most valuable part of ramen was not the noodles, but the broth. Ramen in the Naruto world was just like ramen in Japan, with the broth simmered from a great many ingredients. Every ramen chef had their own unique recipe. Otherwise, their business would never do well.

Zheng Yuheng accepted the broth and drank it in small sips. He had gone a day and a night without food, so he could not gorge himself now or it would be bad for his body. He drank some broth first to warm his stomach. After a bowl of hot broth, he felt like his whole body had come back to life.

"Uncle, your broth is amazing," Zheng Yuheng praised as he returned the bowl.

"Then you're welcome to come back often," Uncle Teuchi said with a cheerful smile. He loved hearing people praise his ramen. Perhaps that was why Naruto received special treatment here.

"I'll definitely come often. Time to eat." By the time Uncle Teuchi finished speaking, the ramen was ready. A steaming bowl of Pork Ramen was set before Zheng Yuheng, topped with nearly ten slices of Chashu and half an Egg. The rich aroma made Zheng Yuheng's stomach rumble. He picked up his chopsticks and began eating. He did not wolf it down, though, taking it one bite at a time. From now on, he had to take good care of his body. This was a world of ninjas. A healthy body was his capital.

After a few bites of noodles, he picked up a slice of Chashu and took a bite. It tasted incredible. When eating ramen, one had to drink the broth. In Japanese ramen shops, if you could not finish a large bowl of ramen, you could leave the noodles behind, but you had to drink the broth. The real good stuff was in the broth. Zheng Yuheng quickly finished it all, drinking every drop of the large bowl's broth as well. He let out a satisfied burp.

"I've finished. Thank you for the meal." One had to thank the shopkeeper after eating; it showed that the food was delicious and that one was very satisfied. After paying, Zheng Yuheng left. He still had to go home and put on an act. Fortunately, he had an adult soul and had studied accounting, so he was very patient.