The Uchiha's Wraith

The chapter title is "The Specter of Uchiha".

Inside a dimly lit secret cave, an aged figure sat on a large stone throne, a simple yet sharp-looking scythe resting upside down beside him.

His gaze was fixed on the person who had entered. No, to be precise, he was looking at the small, unconscious child being carried by the newcomer.

After a brief assessment, the old man turned his remaining eye back to the 'creation' he had made. Though he hadn't spoken a word, the eye clearly reflecting three tomoe seemed to exert an immeasurable pressure!

The newcomer, startled, quickly explained in a loud, agitated voice, "I've already dealt with everyone who trespassed nearby, but this child seems special. You instructed me to keep an eye out for 'seeds' with special talents recently, so I brought him back."

Hearing the explanation from the white-clad individual, the old man retracted his stern gaze. The oppressive atmosphere in the air instantly vanished, and he returned to his frail, candle-in-the-wind appearance, as if he could perish at any moment.

"Who were they? Are the tails cleaned up?"

As the old man spoke slowly, the white-clad individual hurriedly replied, "They were ninja from the Land of Earth, seemingly encircling nearby villages. The recent battles have been increasingly favorable to Konoha. I wonder what new trick the Land of Earth has devised to deal with Konoha this time..."

"Get to the point."

The old man interrupted the other's rambling the moment he heard the name Konoha.

The white-clad individual flinched immediately and quickly focused on the important details. "Some people who escaped from nearby villages were chased by pursuers into this area. It should be a coincidence; they didn't discover anything."

The old man nodded upon hearing this, not bothering to ask how the other party disposed of the people after killing them. If he couldn't even handle such a minor task, it would mean he had lost his value.

"What about this kid?"

As soon as the child in his hand was mentioned, the white-clad individual's usual erratic nature returned, and he spoke with exaggerated excitement, "I had already captured everyone, including the ninja from the Land of Rocks and the pursued villagers, and of course, this child. But while I was clearing the battlefield, I suddenly discovered that this child wasn't dead and had come back to life!"

"Then, out of curiosity, I examined him closely but couldn't find any reason why his fatal wounds had disappeared and he was alive. I thought Lord Madara might be interested in this kid, so I brought him back."

After White Zetsu finished speaking, a hint of interest flickered in the eyes of the elder called Madara.

As for White Zetsu killing both parties who had stumbled into his territory, Madara felt nothing was wrong; it was as he had ordered.

Under normal circumstances, this child shouldn't have survived. White Zetsu would never defy his will or deceive him.

Therefore, everything White Zetsu had said must be true.

White Zetsu had personally killed this child, but while clearing the battlefield, he found the child alive again, with even his fatal wounds gone, and brought him back.

Interesting...

A slightly terrifying smile spread across Madara's aged face. He then raised his hand, signaling White Zetsu to bring the child over so he could examine him thoroughly.

If he couldn't find a suitable successor by the time his end approached, perhaps this child could offer him another option.

It was just a pity that the one to inherit his name, Madara, was not a member of the Uchiha clan.

So, he would wait a little longer...

Madara's remaining Sharingan (transplanted) seemed to pierce through the darkness, time, and space, reaching that prosperous village.

"Hashirama, I will prove to you that the path you chose was utterly wrong."

"My... head hurts. Where... is this?"

In the dimness, a pair of eyes slowly opened, seemingly unaccustomed to the low light. It took over a minute before they could faintly discern their surroundings.

Before he could even speak, memories that did not belong to him began to surface and merge...

A few minutes later, he had a rough understanding of what had happened to him.

"I never thought this cliché transmigration trope would actually happen to me."

Through the few years of memories merged into his mind, he had a general idea of which world he had transmigrated to.

Village, ninja, Five Great Nations, chakra, ninjutsu...

Although the body he now inhabited was only four years old and from a small village, it still possessed some common knowledge.

Therefore, after reviewing those memories, he could easily deduce that he was currently in the world of Naruto, a world with no small amount of danger!

As an ordinary person born in the 90s who used to read novels and watch anime, he was familiar with the fame of the "Big Three" shonen manga. As for Naruto, which had already concluded, he had naturally watched it from beginning to end.

What?

You say Naruto isn't finished?

EMMMMMM...

Sorry, I really couldn't stomach Boruto; it completely ruined my worldview, so let's just forget about it!

And he himself, before transmigrating, was just as unremarkable. He wasn't some special forces soldier, a renowned doctor, or a secret agent. He was just an ordinary 90s kid whose parents were divorced and who had a somewhat quirky personality.

As for his last memory before transmigrating, it wasn't some cliché car accident, heartbroken drunken death, or electric shock.

Actually, it was quite absurd and unlucky. It was only 2020, and before the Lunar New Year, after just a few days of normal work, he inexplicably caught a cold and was admitted to the hospital.

But before he could even figure out what was going on...

He opened his eyes again and found himself here.

It was quite lamentable...

It seems that transmigration methods are becoming increasingly casual these days. Catching a cold can lead to transmigration. It serves those struggling authors right, eating steamed buns for every meal and not even affording preserved vegetables!

However, thankfully, he didn't have many attachments. His divorced parents had both remarried and started new families with new children. Even without him, someone would be there to care for them in their old age.

As for his romantic life, there was nothing to be reluctant about. He was raised by his grandmother, and his grandmother had already passed away when he was in college...

He had a girlfriend before. With his savings from several years and over a hundred thousand yuan borrowed, he had barely managed to make a down payment on a house. Unfortunately, he had only paid the mortgage for one month and hadn't even had a chance to live in it.

After a brief review of his life, he felt an indescribable sense of liberation. Perhaps a new way of life wouldn't be so bad.

"From today on, I will live on with your name, Shimiya Aoba."