Although He Had Transmigrated, It Seemed He Had Arrived Too Early

Although He Had Transmigrated, It Seemed He Had Arrived Too Early

At night, several people had set up camp in a dense forest, with a simple tent pitched beside the bonfire.

Four people sat around the fire, all dressed in high-collared robes. Their pale, gloomy faces looked especially terrifying in the flickering firelight.

Each of them bore more or less injuries. After a long silence, a black-haired man with a ponytail spoke.

"If it weren't for that brat dragging us down, we'd have finished long ago. I'm going to teach him a lesson right now!"

With that, he stood and headed for the tent, one hand already resting on the long blade at his waist, as though he was ready to make someone die on the spot.

"Enough. The Clan Leader still needs to decide this matter. We're in the middle of a chaotic war. One more person means one more chance of completing the mission."

The older man seated in the middle spoke up to stop him.

Though he had little interaction with the person inside the tent, the other man's identity left him with no choice. After all, the Clan Leader had ordered him to look after this fellow. No matter how useless he was, he still had to take care of him to some extent.

Hearing the older man's words, the ponytailed man was furious, but he could not disobey the Captain's orders.

Meanwhile, the man inside the tent was slowly waking up.

"Where the hell is this? I remember getting blackout drunk and walking by the river to get some air. Then I think I slipped."

A sharp pain throbbed in his head, while his back hurt as if he had been hit by a truck. The man struggled to Open Eyes, only to find no familiar ceiling above him.

In the dark space, he could vaguely make out the tent roof made of burlap. He tried to raise a hand, but found himself unable to move, as though a ghost were pinning him down. A violent stabbing pain surged through his head, and he passed out again.

After another while, the man was jolted awake by the argument outside the tent. Feeling strength return to his limbs, he barely managed to prop himself up.

Looking at his unfamiliar hands and clothes, as well as the Samurai Sword lying beside him, the man fell silent for several seconds as he Recalled the memories he had just received.

"Holy shit, transmigration is real? And I'm in Naruto? Good thing I remember most of the plot. Naruto, Sasuke... but isn't this time period a little off?"

That was right. The man had only recently entered the workforce, living a slacker's life at his job. But during a company gathering, he had drunk a few too many glasses.

After drinking, he had wandered alone to the riverbank. Numbed by alcohol and unable to tell east from west, he stumbled and slipped into the water, dying on the spot. When he Open Eyes again, he had transmigrated into this unlucky fellow's body.

"Uchiha Gin... So I'm an Uchiha Clan member?"

According to his memories, this was the Warring States Period. Konoha's founding was still far in the future. The world was currently in chaos, and the Uchiha Clan had just signed a friendly pact with the Hagoromo Clan to fight the Senju Clan together.

Their mission this time was the Seed Removal Operation, launched to weaken the Senju Clan's new generation. They worked in small teams, specifically ambushing and killing young members of the Senju Clan, thereby creating a gap in the Senju Clan's core strength.

The original owner of this body was named Uchiha Gin. Both his parents had died in war.

Because his mother had been the cousin of Uchiha Tajima, the current Clan Leader, he had been adopted by Uchiha Tajima after becoming an orphan.

However, among the exceptionally talented Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Gin had seemed utterly mediocre—one could even call him useless.

Already in his twenties, he had fallen behind when sparring with a ten-year-old clansman, only to suffer a crushing defeat in the end.

Recalling the memory of being beaten up by a child, Uchiha Gin's expression turned strange.

"That was young Madara. If I could beat the crap out of him, I'd brag about it for the rest of my life."

After roughly browsing through the original owner's memories, Uchiha Gin, who had now inherited his name, began analyzing his current situation.

This was the Warring States Period, so there was no order to speak of. Killing Intent lurked everywhere. Blades were merciless, ninja techniques indifferent; one careless mistake could send him to his grave.

As an ordinary person who had just transmigrated here, Uchiha Gin felt that staying alive was the key. After all, in this era, living to thirty was already a luxury.

Following the original owner's memories, Uchiha Gin tried circulating the Chakra in his body. He found that it flowed as slowly as a snail, sometimes even vanishing entirely. Then he silently recited in his heart.

"System, activate!!!"

After waiting for a long time with no response, Uchiha Gin Open Eyes and sighed.

"Trash talent, and no system. What a hopeless start."

After thinking it over, Uchiha Gin decided to cling tightly to the original owner's support. As the current Clan Leader of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Tajima was still quite formidable.

As his distant Big Nephew, as long as he did not put himself in danger, he should be able to live peacefully for a few days after Konoha was founded.

Having made up his mind, Uchiha Gin pushed himself up and walked out of the tent.

The three people by the bonfire, who had been resting with their eyes closed, all Open Eyes when they sensed movement. The older man's gaze sharpened when he saw Uchiha Gin crawl out of the tent, and he coldly said, "Come here."

Seeing that he could already move, he gestured for him to sit down. Newly arrived in this world, Uchiha Gin obediently sat across from the older man.

"Uchiha Gin, regarding the losses caused by your mistake during the day, I will report them truthfully to the Clan Leader when we return. In the upcoming mission, you must not act rashly again. All actions must follow my command."

As he spoke, a flash of crimson passed through his narrow eyes. The pressure radiating from him made it hard for Uchiha Gin to breathe, but he still forced himself to nod.

"Three Tomoe. That already counts as top-tier combat strength in the Uchiha Clan."

Watching the Three Tomoe flash through the other man's eyes, Uchiha Gin pondered that this mission was probably no easy task.

During the day, the original owner had learned that the Hagoromo Clan had taken the lead in completing a major mission. As a proud Uchiha Clan member, the original owner naturally could not stand the Hagoromo Clan's smugness.

So he had decided to risk going deep into Senju Clan territory to find the target of this mission. Unexpectedly, before he had even entered Senju Clan territory, he was discovered by an Undercover Sentry on the outskirts, drawing a Senju Clan kill squad. The useless original owner had been struck in the back by a single punch empowered by Strength of a Hundred the moment they met.

Already weak, he had been blasted dozens of meters away like a cannonball, hitting the ground headfirst and passing out. Fortunately, the older man before him—his Captain, Uchiha FengHuo—had stepped in to save him, allowing the original owner to barely keep his life.

It was precisely this brainless behavior that had made the others on the team deeply dissatisfied with him. But Captain Uchiha FengHuo, who knew Uchiha Gin's identity, had still stepped in to suppress everyone's anger.

"Was the original owner really that reckless?"

Just then, a figure flashed into view before them. It was the ponytailed Uchiha Clan member who had wanted to teach Uchiha Gin a lesson earlier.

It had been his turn to keep watch. Hearing that the people in camp had all woken up, he hurried over. When he saw that Uchiha Gin had recovered, a vein bulged on his forehead.

"Uchiha Gin, if the Captain hadn't protected you, I would've burned that head of Curly hair right off you. If you pull any more stunts, I'll deal with you before the Senju Clan gets the chance."

Hearing that, Uchiha Gin's teeth ached. Looking again at the unfriendly gazes of the others, he suddenly felt immense pressure.

"Just how hated was the original owner?"

Glancing sideways at the enormous Shuriken planted beside him, Uchiha Gin used its smooth blade as a mirror. With the Uchiha Clan's sharp eyesight, he saw his current appearance for the first time.

He had a messy head of fluffy natural curls and a pair of punchable Dead Fish Eyes. Though the Uchiha Clan's genes had made him rather handsome overall, for some reason, the original owner's face seemed to carry an inherently punchable air.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I was reckless during the day. From now on, I'll definitely follow all of your commands."

When one was under another's roof, one had no choice but to bow one's head. Besides, he had yet to fully master the original owner's power. It would be best to lie low for a while.

"Ah??????"

Hearing Uchiha Gin's words, everyone present was utterly shocked, crying out as though they had seen a ghost.