Orochimaru Uncle

Shin left the Ninja Academy and wandered around Konoha.

Go home? Better wait until my family has digested this news.

He planned to return around dinnertime.

"Ichiraku Ramen?"

As Shin wandered over, he could not help recalling rumors from his past life. Supposedly, Ichiraku was a member of the Ōtsutsuki Clan?

He looked at the still rather young Ichiraku, earnestly pulling noodles inside his mobile food cart.

In an instant, he stopped believing such baseless nonsense.

What reason could there possibly be for an alien to end up in Konoha Village, hide his identity, and set up a little ramen cart?

Behind all this, was it the collapse of morality or the distortion of human nature?

Please tune in tonight at eight... Ahem, television had not even been invented yet.

"I'll figure out how to make a television someday." Filled with that exciting thought, Shin walked toward Ichiraku's cart.

"Welcome to Ichiraku Ramen!" Ichiraku, still pulling noodles in his hands, looked up as soon as he saw a customer. "What kind of ramen would you like, kid?"

Shin did not know what he wanted to eat.

After all, he had been born in the great foodie empire with five thousand years of history. What delicious food had he not eaten? He had seen it all.

"I'll have your most popular ramen."

"Alright, then one large chashu ramen."

After taking his order, Ichiraku went back to dealing with the noodles.

After looking around, Shin realized that there were actually only two people in the entire cart.

It was probably only because of the celebrity effect brought by the prince that this ramen stall grew into the scale it had in Boruto.

"Hello, kid."

A magnetic voice spoke while Shin was inspecting the shop.

Shin had thought the long-haired person beside him, with stunning features and dressed in a purple-black kimono, was a young lady. But the moment he spoke, Shin realized who he was. Wasn't this the young "Snake Uncle," Orochimaru?

He had not expected Snake Uncle to be so extraordinarily beautiful in his youth. If he had not modified his body, he might have become Konoha's prettiest flower.

And just as Shin had been thinking of bringing television into existence early, he ran into Snake Uncle, the future master of cutting-edge technology.

What a coincidence!

"Hello, Uncle," Shin said, deciding to be a little cheeky.

After all, Orochimaru was only fifteen now. Surely he was not capable of doing something as utterly heartless as abducting Uchiha children.

"..."

The corner of Orochimaru's eye twitched.

He was often mistaken for a woman because he was too beautiful, but why had a child called him uncle today?

What had the world come to? People's hearts were no longer what they used to be!

"What is it, Uncle? Do you have some unspeakable trouble?" Cheeky Shin was not satisfied, so he decided to turn it up a notch.

Orochimaru pulled a face and answered in his magnetic voice, "No. But why do you call me Uncle, kid?"

"Because of your voice, Uncle."

"..."

For the first time, Orochimaru realized that his voice could cause misunderstandings. No wonder so many people had called him young lady before.

"Kid, your large chashu ramen!" Ichiraku set the bowl in front of Shin.

"Uncle, I'm going to eat first."

"Mhm."

Interrupted by Ichiraku, Orochimaru felt rather baffled.

He had originally wanted to explain himself.

But when he saw Shin wolfing down the noodles, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Why did I come to this ramen stall today when I had nothing better to do?"

(Author: It was all arranged by fate!)

Shin glanced sideways and saw Orochimaru lower his head to continue eating, so he said no more. After all, winning over a scientific genius like him had to be done step by step.

At that moment, only the two of them remained at the Ichiraku Ramen stall, along with the sounds of slurping noodles.

"By the way, Uncle, do you know what a drum washing machine is?" Shin put down his chopsticks and asked Orochimaru, who had done the same.

"No. Is it some kind of machine?" Orochimaru answered without much interest.

Something with such a simple, blunt name was hard to interest him.

But Shin was not worried in the slightest.

He slowly took out a small scroll from his ninja tool pouch and opened it.

After a puff of smoke, two large scrolls appeared in his hands.

The small scroll had been taken from the inventory of the original Uchiha Ninja Tool Shop. Though it looked compact and delicate, its capacity was enormous after being improved.

It was a high-end product among Sealing Scrolls.

To awaken the mad scientist early, he had to throw out bait delicious enough.

As it happened, the transmigrator came equipped with vast storage, and the knowledge he had learned in his past life covered nearly the entire human civilization of his original planet.

Though most of it was theoretical knowledge...

The moment Orochimaru saw the scrolls, he knew this was a child from a wealthy family.

And seeing the black trench coat he wore, Orochimaru also knew that the child had to come from Konoha's richest clan, the Uchiha Clan.

"Look, Uncle. This is the prototype design for a washing machine."

Shin opened the original design blueprint and handed it to Orochimaru. This was not the one given to Teoyaki to build; it included the detailed assembly process and principles.

"My name is Orochimaru."

"Alright, Uncle Orochimaru."

As Orochimaru snatched the scroll, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had given his name because he wanted the other party to address him that way.

What he had not expected was that this child looked quite polite, but every word he said stabbed him right in the heart.

"By the way, Uncle Orochimaru, my name is Uchiha Shin. Just call me Shin."

Orochimaru immediately felt that the name sounded familiar, and an answer quickly came to him.

"Tsunade's younger brother's 'good friend'???"

"She has been complaining lately that Nawaki has been training hard for this child..."

Of course Shin knew Orochimaru had paused because of that troublesome Nawaki.

Before Konoha's Sannin went their separate ways, their relationship had been close enough that they told each other everything.

"..."

After thinking carefully, Orochimaru decided not to ask about Shin's relationship with Nawaki.

He was often mistaken for someone with autism because he did not know how to communicate with people.

Once he picked up the scroll, the more Orochimaru read, the more shocked he became.

"What a genius design! Use Chakra as energy, combine it with mechanical transmission, and centrifugal force can clean clothes?"

Orochimaru was clearly very interested in the prototype described in the scroll.

Normally quiet, he began speaking more and more without realizing it.

He lowered his head to search carefully for the annotations, then asked Shin, "Then what is centrifugal motion?"

"It is the process of flinging an object outward after spinning it at high speed. I call it centrifugal motion."

"Is there anything else? Why does an object gradually descend when it flies quickly?"

"That is because our planet has gravitational force... Ahem, a planet is..."

Shin explained basic mechanics and the concept of planets to Orochimaru, who had entered mad scientist mode. The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became.

"I never imagined that the world we live in is merely a speck of dust in the universe. Humans truly are insignificant, yet we only know how to fight endlessly on this speck of cosmic dust."

After hearing the explanation, Orochimaru could not help sighing over humanity's weakness and ignorance.

"Uncle Orochimaru, do you believe what I'm saying?"

Orochimaru looked devout. "I do. After all, it is flawless from theory to reality. Until science is disproven, it is the only truth!"

"Then, Uncle, would you like to see the real thing?" Seeing that the groundwork was almost complete, Shin began to "lure" him in.

"Has the real thing already been made?" Orochimaru's magnetic voice was full of excitement.

"Most of it should be finished, but it hasn't been assembled yet."

"Take me there, quickly!"

Seeing Orochimaru leap to his feet in excitement, Shin could only nod. Then he activated Lightning Chakra Mode.

He grabbed Orochimaru's hand and reminded him, "It might be a little fast."

"No pro—"

Before Orochimaru could finish his last word, Shin dragged him off at high speed, forcing the rest of it back down his throat.

Feeling such astonishing speed, Orochimaru was utterly disheveled in the wind.