The next morning.
The Uchiha Clan Head's family of four sat around the dining table.
"Listen, Shin. You'll meet all kinds of people at the Ninja Academy. You don't need to pay any attention to how they look at you..."
"Taijutsu strength doesn't matter at all. What matters most to the Uchiha Clan is Genjutsu and ninjutsu. Once you awaken the Sharingan, your achievements may not be any worse than those of other ninjas..."
At the head of the table, a dignified man was continuously lecturing Shin, who sat to his left and was nearly asleep.
The man was the current head of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Chiken.
This pep rally for a certain transmigrator who was about to enroll had already lasted more than half an hour.
Fugaku sat beside Shin at the table, listening to his father's speech with bright, focused eyes.
He even nodded slowly from time to time, forming a stark contrast with Shin, who looked as though he might collapse onto the table at any second.
Thud!
Shin's head finally gave out under the burden and slammed onto the tabletop.
The sound also interrupted Chiken, who had been wrapping up his speech.
"Ah! Father, you finally finished!" Less than a second after collapsing onto the table, Shin immediately raised his head and spoke.
Clearly, he had undergone long-term training to react so quickly.
Chiken looked stiffly toward the young woman on his right.
The woman had delicate, beautiful features and looked to be in her twenties.
She had just risen from her seat and hurried to Shin's side, bending down to gently rub his slightly reddened forehead.
"You child, how could you be so careless? Does it still hurt?" she asked Shin gently.
The young woman was Aoko Uchiha, the biological mother of the two Uchiha brothers and Chiken's wife.
It was easy to tell from her appearance that Fugaku resembled his father, while Shin took after his mother.
"Aoko, bring out breakfast." Chiken's mouth twitched slightly before he gave his wife the instruction.
Then he turned his gaze to Shin.
That familiar innocent expression really was the sort of reaction a five-year-old should have.
He could only shift his eyes to the right. When he saw Fugaku's serious, attentive expression, he nodded faintly to himself.
Fugaku really is more like me... As for Shin, his lively personality is exactly like Aoko when I first met her...
That was how Chiken summed up the personalities of his two sons.
Before marriage, Aoko had possessed an exceedingly fiery temper.
He did not even know how many rivals he had defeated before winning her heart.
More than ten years of marriage had filled Chiken with trust in his wife. Shin was definitely his biological son.
Though Shin did not take after him in personality, he still loved that quirky child.
Although Shin is a little too lively, some of his ideas are quite good...
"'General mechanics,' was it? I never expected it to be so helpful for shuriken techniques. But no matter how hard I try, I just can't understand this so-called 'solid mechanics' and 'fluid mechanics'..."
When Chiken saw Aoko place breakfast on the table, he stopped his train of thought.
His authority at home was still fairly great.
Mainly because Aoko had changed her former personality after marriage and become gentle and virtuous.
Other than being particularly concerned about Shin, she generally followed his arrangements.
Aoko's smiling expression made Chiken's scalp tingle.
He could only temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction with his younger son. "Eat breakfast."
As Shin picked up his chopsticks and started eating, he continually lamented inwardly, Big families really have too many rules... Five years. Do you know how I've spent these five years? I've spent these five years playing Greedy Blue... Cough, cough...
He began recalling a famous joke from his previous life, but his hands did not slow down in the slightest as he ate.
Most people's brains were "single-threaded," while a few could do two or even several things at once.
But with the processor in his head, Shin could achieve "multithreading," even "hyperthreading."
That meant doing more than two things at the same time while still ensuring that he made no mistakes.
As long as his brain's processing power was not at full load, he could run multiple trains of thought in his mind or have his body do other things.
This also meant that as long as his limbs, fingers, and even every muscle in his body could keep up, he could perform many "inhuman" feats.
This cheat is so useless. Isn't it just an innate Shadow Clone Technique... And if I learned the Shadow Clone Technique, wouldn't that just mean learning the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique...
In Shin's mind, the true strength of the Shadow Clone Technique and Multiple Shadow Clone Technique was not combat, but learning.
The moment a Shadow Clone was dispelled, the memories it had accumulated would return to the original body. In a certain transmigrator's terms, the principle behind it was both unscientific and metaphysical.
If I had a thousand Shadow Clones, wouldn't my brain become a "supercomputer"? This... doesn't seem so useless after all...
Unfortunately, Shin knew that without a tailed beast providing enormous amounts of Chakra, and with only Uchiha bloodline, he could never realize that grand ambition in this lifetime.
If he obtained certain cells in the future, perhaps he could make it happen.
"I'm off to report in, Father."
Having finished breakfast, Shin wanted to arrive at the Ninja Academy early and take a look around.
So, without waiting for his family's response, he hurriedly rose and headed outside.
"Shin, be careful on the road."
As Aoko spoke, she winked at him.
It probably meant, I'll handle your father, so don't worry.
"Understood, Mother." When Shin turned back and saw her winking at him, his feet naturally moved even faster.
When Chiken saw Aoko looking at him with a "kind" gaze, he suddenly felt as miserable as Fugaku had the night before.
He turned his gaze toward his eldest son, who had also put down his chopsticks.
"I'm finished too, Father, Mother..."
Noticing his father's gaze on him, Fugaku excused himself to his parents and fled back to his room as though escaping disaster.
What? Why didn't Fugaku have to go to school?
Come on, Fugaku was five years older than Shin and had graduated several months ago.
Uchiha clansmen generally did not take the village's ninja missions.
That was because of the duties the Second Hokage had assigned to the Uchiha Military Police Force.
Thus, the current Uchiha were practically a "village within the village" in Konoha.
"You spoil Shin too much, Aoko."
Chiken voiced his dissatisfaction as the head of the household toward Aoko, who had doted on Shin since childhood.
That was right. The Uchiha Clan Head was this "humble" only in front of his wife.
"My poor Shin has been in poor health since he was little..."
"He got up so early today, and you lectured him for so long..."
"Look at him just now—he even hit his head on the table..." As Aoko spoke, a mist of tears welled in her eyes, and her voice carried a faint sob.
Chiken's head immediately began to ache. Just as he wanted to say something, one look from her forced him into retreat.
"So don't push the child too hard in his studies. I only want him to live happily."
After making her request, Aoko looked at him pitifully and waited for his response.
What else could their humble Uchiha Clan Head do?
If he refused, could he still live peacefully afterward?
Chiken immediately declared that he was not afraid of his wife, but simply loved her deeply.
At the same time, he issued a challenge to the entire ninja world to come fight him if they disagreed.
"Aoko, I'm heading to the Clan Grounds first!" After saying that, Chiken fled as swiftly as Fugaku had earlier.
Yet the instant he turned around.
Aoko's expression immediately returned to normal.
There was even a trace of triumph at the corner of her lips, as though a scheme had succeeded.
Chiken probably never imagined that his wife had just been acting.
One could imagine just how difficult Aoko had been before marriage.
She truly deserved her title as an award-winning actress.
In this household, only a certain transmigrator could keep up with her way of thinking.
Thus, in Shin's eyes.
His father and older brother were both thoroughly "honest men."
He even believed that his arrival in this world could conveniently balance the household's daily power struggles.
Meanwhile, Shin was walking toward the outskirts of the Clan Grounds.
The Uchiha Clan Grounds already had quite a few people moving about in the morning.
Most were Uchiha clansmen from the Military Police Force, shopkeepers and peddlers, or people out for morning walks and exercise.
Outsiders generally did not enter this place unless they had business here.
"Shin, you're up so early today. Are you heading to the Ninja Academy?"
Shin stopped and looked to the side.
Outside the Uchiha Ninja Tool Shop stood a young man wearing a beige vest and black trousers.
The young man was smiling at him.
"Teoyaki, yes. I'm enrolling today," Shin answered the young man's question.
Not everyone in the Uchiha Clan had the talent to become a ninja.
Uchiha Tesho, who stood before Shin, was one such person.
Although Teshiro could not become a ninja, he did not feel any resentment in his heart.
He believed that even without becoming a ninja, his life could still be just as wonderful.
Teshiro's dream was to open a general store of his own.
For now, he worked at the clan's ninja tool shop.
It was precisely because of that mindset that Shin had always thought highly of him.
A certain transmigrator stated that it was definitely not because he had seen middle-aged Teshiro treat his little nephew well in the anime.
"Working hard through one's own labor to achieve one's dream—such a person deserves respect..." Perhaps that was a certain transmigrator's true thought.
"Teoyaki, I'll be going on ahead."
After the two exchanged greetings, Shin continued toward the Ninja Academy, which was not far outside the Clan Grounds.
"The Ninja Academy... How nice!"
Watching Shin gradually disappear beneath the rising sun, Teshiro could not help but sigh. "I need to work hard today too!"
With that, he turned and walked into the shop, beginning to strive for his dream.
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