Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

Ronglin, sensing that something was wrong, opened his eyes and was instantly dumbfounded. The people before him seemed strangely familiar—Uchiha Obito, the legendary Dead Last; Hatake Kakashi, with his ever-present forty-five-degree dead-fish eyes and natural poker face; and Nohara Rin... wasn't she the girl who had driven Obito into darkness?

Then he looked at what they were wearing, and... lowering his head, he saw his own tiny hands, no bigger than those of a five- or six-year-old child. Ronglin nearly passed out on the spot.

"You little brats, what the hell are you acting so smug for?!"

It took Ronglin an entire afternoon to finally figure everything out. First, he had transmigrated—and had become the character he himself had designed, Uchiha Ronglin. He was the product of a union between an Uchiha and a Hyuga, yet had been rejected by both clans. Nearly every Uchiha and Hyuga disliked him, except for the Dead Last, Obito.

Perhaps Obito felt that Ronglin's background was as miserable as his own and pitied him a little, so they could at least exchange a few words.

Ronglin kept telling himself that this was only a dream, but after an entire afternoon had passed, even with an adult's mind, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he had transmigrated.

Watching a group of little brats stare at him with openly discriminatory gazes, Ronglin curled his lip, too lazy to lower himself to their level.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have given him such a backstory. Great, now I'm rejected by both the Uchiha and the Hyuga, drifting around alone with no one to rely on—no different from an orphan left behind by the war."

As unfamiliar memories merged into his mind, Ronglin could not help but smile bitterly.

It could be said that aside from a dilapidated little wooden hut, he had nothing at all!!

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, Ronglin felt a sharp pain erupt within his eyes. The agony shot straight into his mind and nearly made him collapse. His eyes slowly began to change—turning blood-red one moment and stark white the next, with red and white constantly flashing within them.

Clutching his forehead, the veins on Ronglin's brow bulged as sweat poured down his face and neck like rain.

The red and white colors continuously replaced one another, as if fighting for dominance, while Ronglin's eyes became the main battlefield. The pain kept intensifying until Ronglin dropped to his knees on the floor and passed out completely.

That night, Ronglin woke from his haze—or rather, he was awakened by hunger.

Hungry. That was Ronglin's first reaction upon waking.

Ignoring the sweat stench covering his body, Ronglin got up and ran into the kitchen in search of food. Fortunately, the refrigerator held quite a bit of bread. Snatching up a loaf, Ronglin began wolfing it down.

"Thud~"

The bread in his hand suddenly fell to the floor. Ronglin's expression froze as he stared at the mirror on the wall, his entire body going rigid.

"This is the Sharingan!!!"

In the mirror, a handsome little boy blankly raised a hand and touched his eyes. Ronglin ignored his own appearance; what he cared about were his eyes—a pair of Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Closing his eyes and shaking his head, Ronglin opened them again and froze once more. This time, the Sharingan had not appeared. Instead, there was a pair of Byakugan.

The same name, and both the Byakugan and Sharingan—this was exactly like the character he had designed. Ronglin felt dizzy all over. Then... aside from the Byakugan and Sharingan, didn't his character setting also include an absurdly powerful Kekkei Genkai?

He had been born with the ability to control the Power of Time, and both his Sharingan and Byakugan could be upgraded without limit.

If all of that was truly gathered within him, then he would become the monster he had once described!!

The thought made Ronglin suck in a sharp breath.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ronglin shifted his thoughts slightly. The Byakugan quickly vanished, replaced by a one-tomoe Sharingan. Sure enough, Ronglin became excited. His Sharingan and Byakugan could switch between each other, rather than being some bizarre combination of one Sharingan and one Byakugan. Just thinking about that was enough.

Then could he hide one of them and use both Dojutsu at the same time?