Combat Experience

When he arrived at the dining table, Uchiha Fugaku found that, besides Uchiha Mikoto, there was also a child of four or five.

The child had black hair and black eyes, his features as delicate as a carved doll.

Though only a few years old, the outline of his future potential could already be seen in his appearance.

He was bound to grow into a handsome man who would have countless girls fighting over him.

This child was Uchiha Sasuke.

Uchiha Itachi, whom he found annoying, was absent. He had left the village with Uchiha Shisui on a mission.

"Father."

Upon seeing Uchiha Fugaku, Uchiha Sasuke hurriedly called out in a clear, childish voice.

"Mm."

Uchiha Fugaku patted Uchiha Sasuke on the head and sat down cross-legged.

Having his head patted, Uchiha Sasuke looked as delighted as though he had received a reward.

Having never experienced the Night of the Uchiha Clan Downfall, Uchiha Sasuke's personality was normal. He did not possess the distant, icy indifference he had in the original story.

At most, after being influenced by the Uchiha Clan from an early age, he had a slight pride befitting a genius of the Uchiha Clan.

But that little bit of pride naturally vanished before the status of this body.

This is a promising prospect. I need to properly brainwash him and keep him firmly in my grasp!

Seeing Uchiha Sasuke become happy from nothing more than a pat on the head, he thought to himself.

Compared to those two ungrateful wolves, Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Sasuke was undoubtedly much more normal—at least, he was before experiencing the tragedy of the clan's downfall.

As long as he was guided properly, he would definitely become a major source of support in the future.

And one with tremendous growth potential at that, considering he was Indra Reincarnation.

Of course, before that, he had to lead the Uchiha Clan through the Night of the Uchiha Clan Downfall. Otherwise, everything would be empty talk.

After dinner, he went to the training ground in the courtyard.

Although he had obtained Uchiha Fugaku's memories, he was not the original owner of this body. He had to determine whether he had inherited Uchiha Fugaku's combat experience.

If he had not, then possessing strength without combat experience would undoubtedly greatly diminish his power, which would be extremely detrimental to his goal of surviving the night of the clan's downfall.

He took out eight Shuriken from his ninja tool pouch and gripped them between the fingers of both hands. This was the way the previous owner's memories showed him how to hold Shuriken.

A sense of familiarity immediately welled up within him.

With a thought, he exerted force with both hands and rapidly threw all eight Shuriken.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The eight Shuriken flew out rapidly, though not at the same speed.

The ones in front were slightly slower, while those behind were slightly faster.

Clang, clang, clang!

The Shuriken behind struck those in front, producing a series of collisions.

All the Shuriken changed direction, scattering toward every part of the training ground.

The eight Shuriken landed on eight separate targets, every one of them hitting the red bullseye.

"Phoenix Sage Fire Technique."

Without stopping, Uchiha Fugaku rapidly formed hand seals, then held his right hand to his mouth like a horn.

Clusters of flames spewed forth, each one streaking toward one of the eight targets.

Under the barrage of fire, the eight targets exploded apart, scattering sparks in every direction.

Looks like the original combat experience is still there!

He stopped and nodded in satisfaction.

The fact that he could make all eight Shuriken land on the bullseyes and accurately strike the targets with ninjutsu proved that the previous owner's combat experience remained.

If his guess was correct, that combat experience had already become bodily instinct. He would not need to start training from scratch.

Kage-level combat power!

With the previous owner's combat experience, combined with this body's physical qualities and Mangekyo Sharingan, possessing Kage-level combat power was a certainty.

But Kage-level combat power alone isn't enough. I have to become even stronger!

He knew that Kage-level combat power alone would make it extremely difficult to prevent the clan's downfall.

After all, his enemies were not only Uchiha Itachi, but also Uchiha Obito. Facing two enemies with Mangekyo Sharingan, he definitely could not contend with them at his current strength.

Although he had the option of killing Uchiha Itachi before Uchiha Itachi awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan, he did not intend to do so unless absolutely necessary.

It was not because of his nominal father-son relationship with Uchiha Itachi, but because he needed a pair of closely blood-related Mangekyo Sharingan to evolve his eyes into Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

Killing Uchiha Itachi before he awakened his Mangekyo Sharingan would be far too wasteful.

"Uchiha Itachi's Sharingan has not yet evolved into Mangekyo Sharingan, so I can't raise my eyes to Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan by transplanting his Mangekyo Sharingan."

"At this stage, the best way to increase my strength is to transplant Hashirama Cells. It's a risky method, but that risk doesn't exist for me!"

He thought to himself.

With a Dojutsu like Corpse Melting, the risks of transplanting Hashirama Cells did not exist for him.

He merely needed to use Corpse Melting to melt the corpse of someone who had perfectly fused with Hashirama Cells into his own body. That would allow him to obtain Hashirama Cells without any risk.

After all, he would be melting the corpse of someone capable of perfectly fusing with Hashirama Cells, so he would naturally inherit that person's perfect compatibility with the Hashirama Cells.

"At present, the only ones in the ninja world who have perfectly fused with Hashirama Cells are Yamato and White Zetsu's clones."

He recalled memories from his previous life.

As the sole survivor of Orochimaru's Hashirama Cell fusion experiments, Yamato had been fortunate enough to achieve a perfect fusion with Hashirama Cells. He had even gained Wood Release, with no side effects whatsoever.

As for White Zetsu's clones, Uchiha Madara had created them using the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, Hashirama Cells, and White Zetsu. They had likewise perfectly fused with Hashirama Cells and suffered no side effects.

Whichever corpse he chose to fuse with should be able to eliminate the side effects of using the Mangekyō Sharingan and increase his strength.

"Yamato should currently be in the Anbu directly under the Hokage. If I make a move against him, it will inevitably draw an investigation from the Hokage's faction. One misstep might even expose me."

"White Zetsu's clones, on the other hand, are numerous. Even if one dies, it probably won't attract any attention."

Uchiha Fugaku made his decision.

Compared to Yamato, whose disappearance would likely bring trouble, White Zetsu's clones were numerous and would not be taken seriously even if one died. They were more suitable targets.

After training in the courtyard for a while, night had already fallen.

He left the training ground, took a bath, and entered the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, Uchiha Mikoto was sitting cross-legged on the tatami in her sleepwear.

The thin nightclothes could hardly conceal her lovely figure, and her fair skin showed beneath them.

Her long black hair fell loosely around her, carrying a faint fragrance.

At the sight of her alluring appearance, and the thought that this beautiful woman before him was his wife, his gaze could not help growing slightly heated.