Shin Being Targeted

Deep beneath the ground, not far from Konoha Village.

A white-haired old man was picking up a dust-covered war fan, carefully wiping it down.

"Uchiha..."

The old man looked at the war fan, lost in memories. Only after a long time did he hang it on the wall.

Then, he slowly walked towards a chair deep within the space and sat down.

The old man's long, white bangs covered the right half of his face.

His exposed left eye clearly possessed the Uchiha Clan's Kekkei Genkai, the Sharingan.

Three long tubes extended from his back, reaching into the darkness behind the chair.

There, one could vaguely see a massive humanoid statue.

"Madara."

A white figure emerged from the ground in front of the old man.

"Zetsu? What's happened?" the old man asked, his tone calm.

"Madara, that newborn child is a perfect match for the Rinnegan, with absolutely no side effects," the white figure replied in a slightly playful tone.

The old man frowned. "Zetsu, haven't I told you not to speak in that tone?"

"Madara, I can't help it. It seems like this is the only way I know how to speak. I don't know why..."

"By the way, does Madara ever need to poop?"

The old man listened to the other's incessant chatter, expressionless.

"Madara?" The white figure, seeing that he wasn't responding, began to talk to himself. "Has Madara passed away? What should I do if he's passed away?"

"I was just sleeping," the old man said, awakened by the other's mumbling, his tone somewhat impatient.

"What major events have occurred in the ninja world recently?"

Old Madara's words reminded the white figure.

"Hanzo of the Rain Village seems to be dissatisfied with the current situation. He's contacting various countries in the ninja world, plotting something."

"Oh?"

"Is war about to break out again in just a few short years? This world really hasn't changed at all..."

Madara looked up towards the direction of Konoha.

But all he could see was the dark dome of the underground space.

"Oh, right, Madara, something else happened in the Uchiha Clan. I don't know if it's important or not," Zetsu added.

"Speak."

"The Uchiha recently built a commercial street, right at the entrance to the clan grounds..."

Zetsu's swirling face hesitated for a few seconds in a human-like manner. "And they're also renting out shops to outsiders. Most of the Konoha families are still watching, but a small number have already signed agreements."

Hearing this, a disdainful smile appeared on Madara's lips.

Seeing this, the other began to explain the origins of the matter.

His mental state began to perk up more and more as Zetsu recounted the story.

That's right, this old man was Uchiha Madara, who co-founded Konoha Ninja Village with Hashirama Senju.

And the white figure, Zetsu, was a creature he cultivated from the Hashirama cells he bit off Hashirama during their final battle at the Valley of the End after he left the village.

"I didn't expect such a talented child to appear in the Uchiha Clan," Madara seemed very interested in the child Zetsu mentioned.

"The child is named Uchiha Shin, the youngest son of the current clan leader."

Seeing that Madara was interested, Zetsu continued, "And he hasn't awakened the Sharingan, Madara."

The pupil of Madara's left Sharingan instantly contracted.

His tone was somewhat surprised. "Without the Sharingan, he can still inject Chakra into his body's cells with such precision. Even I, when I was young, would have found it difficult to do."

Zetsu looked at Madara strangely. Since he was created, he had never seen the other show any emotion.

Hearing these words now, he felt a sense of bewilderment.

But after thinking about it carefully, he added, "Oh, right, Madara, that child seems to have used more than just Earth and Fire Release Chakra..."

"Before, when he and his father were training in the clan grounds, he used Lightning Release, but why would they train by..."

The naive and simple Zetsu clearly didn't understand the concept of a father-son competition.

He could only think of this chase as a way to train the body.

He even asked Madara: Why do they curse each other while training?

Madara clearly didn't want to bother with such trivial matters that he didn't care about.

"Three nature transformations of Chakra? It's possible he has more than three, and he has a cheerful personality and the love of his family," Madara muttered, reciting the information about Shin.

"Madara, you're not thinking of using him to implement your plan, are you?" Zetsu immediately reacted after hearing Madara's words.

Madara simply remained silent, reaching for his right eye hidden beneath his long hair.

After a long while, he seemed to have made up his mind and instructed Zetsu, "Observe him closely. If he awakens his Sharingan, inform me immediately..."

"At the same time, continue to monitor the situation in the ninja world."

"Yes, Lord Madara!" Zetsu solemnly agreed.

He would never dare to be flippant about such important matters.

Madara watched Zetsu gradually sink into the ground, slowly closing his left eye.

At this moment, the entire underground space seemed as silent as death.

At the same time, Shin, who was standing in front of the former Uchiha Ninja Tool Shop, suddenly felt a chill.

"Who is thinking about me? It's probably just that simpleton, Nawaki!"

Being watched by Uchiha Madara, one of the legends of the ninja world?

Shin was quite self-aware.

He believed that the Uchiha Clan had many talented people now, and it would never be his turn.

So who would be paying attention to him?

Besides Nawaki, Shin couldn't think of anyone else.

If he knew that he was already on Madara's radar, he would definitely be as cautious as his neighbor.

Although his name contained the character "Shin," meaning cautious, his personality was anything but. He was constantly stirring up trouble, making it impossible for Madara to ignore him.

Shin shook his head and then instructed the Konoha construction team, "Hey, mister over there, move the sign a little more to the left!"

The unnamed construction team uncle immediately wore a constipated expression. He was only 20 years old! How was he already an uncle?

If it weren't for all the overtime work lately, rebuilding various things for the Uchiha, would he look like this? Kid, your eyesight is bad!

The extra cursed in his heart, but still obediently fixed the sign.

He couldn't disobey; this kid was the client, and everyone needed to make a living.

"Thank you, uncle," Shin added politely.

He felt that he should treat these extras who only appeared briefly with respect.

Who knew if they might turn into major villains in a few years and come back to slap his face?

The extra almost knelt down to Shin. Kid, please don't call me uncle, okay?

Shin watched the group of construction team extras leave quickly after completing the work.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "If I maintain good relationships with these extras, there shouldn't be any face-slapping scenes, right?"

Cough cough... No one could guarantee that.

Shin walked into the newly renovated processing plant and began to look around.

"Why did the old man have me become the factory manager? Is he just using me as a laborer because he thinks I have nothing to do?"

He had no awareness of the fact that he would be responsible for a factory in the future.

Did he have to watch burly men forging iron every day from now on?

Sorry, Shin, who had a normal sexual orientation, said that the scene was too beautiful and simply unimaginable.

"Should I pass the buck to Teoyaki? Isn't his dream to open a general store?"

"Before becoming a shopkeeper, it's good to accumulate experience as a workshop director first..."

Shin, who wanted to be a hands-off manager, decided to "persuade" the other party to become the iron-forging boss.

In a cheerful mood, Shin locked the factory door and went home.

On the way, he was still struggling with what name would be appropriate.

"Should I call it Foxconn? No, if transmigrator colleagues find out, they'll definitely scold me for making money off of sweatshops!"