As an Uchiha

Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression grew gentler, as if he were soothing an emotionally agitated Sasuke.

"For children who have lost their relatives, the village provides a small monthly living subsidy. It isn't much, but it's enough to keep you fed and clothed. Don't spend it carelessly."

Subsidies for orphans? Only orphans with value. Otherwise, just toss them into the Orphanage and be done with it.

So the old bastard had come to deliver money.

Farming favorability, huh? I get it. I can't put on a smiling face right now, but staying calm and not losing my mind is no problem.

"Thank you, Hokage-sama."

Sasuke held back the habitual Chinese-style politeness in his heart and did not continue inviting the Third Hokage inside.

How much could Hiruzen Sarutobi have to say to a child? Thinking he had completed his favorability mission, he did not linger any longer.

Sasuke watched Hiruzen Sarutobi leave at the leisurely pace of someone out for a stroll.

Was he deliberately maintaining a composed image, or slacking off at work?

Only after Hiruzen Sarutobi vanished around the bend at the end of the road did Sasuke withdraw his gaze.

Beyond the row of walls at the entrance bearing the fan clan crest lay territory that did not belong to the Uchiha. Every so often, a tower more than ten stories tall stood there, keeping the entire Uchiha Clan Grounds under watchful eyes.

The tall walls around the house could offer only the most basic privacy.

After closing the door, Sasuke let out a long breath.

The house should be safe now.

He gave a mocking snort, just as expected.

That old Sarutobi dog had not mentioned his parents' bodies even once, much less where the other clan members had been buried.

He had not brought it up, and Sasuke did not dare ask.

Weakness truly was the original sin.

He had inherited Sasuke's body, inherited the Uchiha name, inherited the Kekkei Genkai.

He would not become a mad dog biting people everywhere like in the original story.

But he should do what he could.

For the Uchiha, and for himself.

Continue cleaning?

No, of course opening the red envelopes came first~ Though they were not red at all, just plain envelopes.

It might not be more than what Naruto received, but it could not possibly be less.

One, two, three... seven and a half. At least it was neither a round nor a tidy amount.

Seven 200 Ryo notes and one 100 Ryo note, for a total of 1,500 Ryo.

Sasuke's eyelid twitched.

From anger.

He had been far too polite to Sarutobi.

What could 1,500 Ryo even buy? Converted to RMB, it was probably worth seven or eight hundred yuan.

At local prices, maybe one month of food expenses? And that was only if he ate, without buying clothes, toiletries...

Snacks? If he did not eat proper meals.

Blade tools? Better save money by throwing rocks.

If his memories were right, young master Sasuke had received 3,000 to 5,000 Ryo in monthly allowance, not to mention holidays and birthdays.

He went to his room and drew the curtains. Beneath the tatami behind the toy box was the box where he had hidden his allowance.

Now this was more like it.

Ever since Sasuke could remember, starting at about four or five years old, he had saved up a fortune of over 70,000 Ryo.

There were banks in the world of Naruto.

But in Konoha, would the Uchiha deposit their money in a bank?

Deposit it in Konoha's bank?

The clan members had all been planning a coup. Even if they had savings, they would have withdrawn them as cash long ago.

Unless deposits reached a certain amount, cash was the main currency in this world. Naturally, that excluded proper institutions paying wages or people running businesses.

If the money in Sasuke's hands were counted as subsidies, how many years would the village need to pay him before it reached this amount?

Thinking about how Naruto still had spare money to buy paint for pranks, and those things were not cheap either.

The rest of his money... just how miserable had his life been?

When did he have time to pity anyone else?

As for the huge pool of blood his parents had left behind, this was all he could do.

The flooring was solid wood, very natural and untreated, without many waterproof coatings. The blood had seeped in long ago, and wiping could only do so much.

Cleaning away the surface bloodstains and tearing off the marked slips of paper was the limit of what he could do.

Painting over it... that really was not a bad option. Otherwise, he would have to pry up the flooring and replace it.

Forget it, it was not worth the trouble. Thinking of Konoha's Destruction in the future, with such huge craters everywhere, what was the point of fixing it perfectly? He would leave this minor problem alone since it did not affect daily life.

Chakra extraction came quickly. No problem there; crossing over had not turned him into a Muggle.

For the Three Body Technique, his Hand Seals were too slow. After forming the seals, he had to mobilize Chakra and make the corresponding transformation. He tried several times. Being slow was fine; as long as the movements were standard, he could basically use the ninjutsu.

After several dozen minutes of practice, with the original Sasuke's memories and proficiency, he could more or less perform the basic skills needed for daily classroom demonstrations.

The only problem was that his Hand Seals were too slow.

The seal movements were practically etched into his brain; he remembered them clearly.

The longest was only the five-seal Substitution Technique: "Ram—Boar—Ox—Dog—Tiger."

But his hands could not keep up with his brain.

The original body could perform it in under two seconds. He needed four or five seconds now, and still fumbled a little.

Throwing Technique...

The Uchiha Throwing Technique was famous far and wide.

Though Sasuke could not yet achieve Itachi's miraculous mastery, after one year in school, the techniques he displayed there were not so easy to replicate.

During the first year, the academy teachers only required students to hit the target. Throwing them one at a time was fine.

The final exam required three throws, and one hit earned a pass. It was absurdly easy.

But Sasuke had already flashily begun throwing with both hands at once, landing four Shuriken on target together.

He had raised the difficulty for himself.

He only had three days before he had to return to school.

More than half the first floor of the house was a Training Hall, a place for indoor cultivation.

Even so, the remaining space did not feel crowded, and there were still all kinds of long corridors.

He had majored in architectural design in college. Though he had not worked in the field after graduation, a layout that wasted so much space still instinctively irritated him.

It would take far too much effort just to move through the house.

His returning skills could not always be explained away by saying Itachi had given him a lesson.

Practicing indoors, whether anyone was watching or not, would at least avoid some scrutiny.

As for that Crystal Ball Peeping Old Man, there was nothing he could do about him at this stage.

Whatever.

It would be nice if the house had some kind of anti-peeping barrier array. It should, right? Otherwise, the Byakugan could look everywhere... anyone with women in their household would not be able to stand it.

A prestigious clan like the Uchiha, especially the clan head's home, should have the most basic shielding measures. Not specifically against the Third Hokage; even against the Hyuga, they should have them.

He could throw both Shuriken and Kunai, but his hit rate was rather worrying, not even half.

The original body had a hit rate of over 95%.

Half an hour later, Sasuke stopped practicing.

Not because he was tired. Ninja Physical fitness was honestly absurd; after practicing for so long, his wrists were not even sore.

It was because he remembered something and ran to the washroom with the large mirror.

His complexion was fair and soft without looking sickly. His hair was a little messy, and his features were handsome... Oh, that damn perfect volume of hair. If he dyed a few streaks bright colors, he would be the undisputed protagonist of a card game anime.

What a cool little guy. And he was actually himself!

No, he had not come here to be narcissistic.

He had awakened in the hospital several hours ago, yet as an Uchiha, he had not even seen his own Sharingan. That was truly unacceptable.

He extracted Chakra and gathered it in his head, then in his eyes.

Two-Tomoe emerged, slowly spinning...

The fact that his Sharingan had evolved once after awakening, becoming Two-Tomoe, had not caught his attention.

The original Sasuke did not know, and the current Sasuke could not remember how many tomoe Sasuke's Sharingan had in the anime he once watched.

His vision became exceptionally clear, and his mind felt as alert as if he had drunk coffee early in the morning.

Remembering the feeling of activating the Sharingan, Sasuke returned to the Training Hall to continue practicing.

After activating the Sharingan, not only was his vision enhanced, but the precision of his bodily control while throwing also improved significantly.

He adjusted the angle of his throws bit by bit, the amount of force he used, and committed it all to memory. The results of his practice and his improvements were small, but visible to the naked eye!

If he had possessed this ability in college PE electives, he could have at least made one layup after three steps.

After practicing on and off for two hours, his Chakra was nearly depleted. He could no longer maintain the Sharingan, and extracting fresh Chakra became far less efficient.

He needed rest.

His target hit rate had risen to 95%.

After being forced to deactivate the Sharingan, he could still perform steadily at that level.

After all, this was only "review," not "breakthrough."

Three days! With the Sharingan as his support, Sasuke was confident he could recover to his previous condition at school.

On that foundation, even if future progress could not possibly be this fast, the effects brought by the Sharingan would definitely be considerable.

The Kekkei Genkai truly possessed uniquely blessed advantages.

He could fall asleep the moment he lay down.

Today's training had only been half a day's worth. If it had been his ordinary self from his previous life, he would have been unable to lift his arms by now.

After shooting arrows for an hour at the archery range, he would be useless for three days.

Yet now, he only felt dizzy from excessive Chakra consumption. Physically, he felt no major discomfort.

Sasuke remembered a popular saying:

The Uchiha had inherited the Otsutsuki's Mental Strength.

But clearly, the Physical fitness of the Otsutsuki descendants' branches was also beyond anything an Ordinary Person could compare to.

He could not sleep yet. He needed food.

He might have received glucose or something similar in the hospital, so he had not felt particularly hungry after waking up.

But after all that training, this patient definitely needed to replenish his energy.

There was water, electricity, and gas in the kitchen.

People said Naruto's technology tree was a little strange, but the basic Facilities of daily life were fairly complete.

Wait, the water did not have the slightest chlorine smell of tap water... Could it be river water or well water?

What was generating the electricity carried by the village's power lines?

He found a gas cylinder in the cabinet beneath the stove.

At least for now, if the gas ran out, he would definitely have to pay for more himself.

The food left in the house did not seem to include any special varieties. There was a refrigerator, so after three days, it would not have spoiled beyond being edible.

Sasuke suddenly thought of something.

The Uchiha Clan Grounds had at least one or two thousand people, several hundred households. Every household surely had at least some perishable items.

It was normal for valuables to have been taken away, but if the Anbu and Root had also stolen every last vegetable, it would be ridiculous just thinking about it...

Sasuke could not laugh.

If he did not sort through these things and slowly use them up, spoiled vegetables would be one thing. But if even a bit of meat rotted in some corner, he knew exactly how terrible that smell would be.

He had spent two days in the hospital, so nearly three days had passed. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

Before considering whether someone was watching, whether it suited his persona, or anything else, Insufficient Staff was the real problem.

He had already used the Clone Technique. It had form but no substance; even a slightly forceful touch would make it vanish with a "poof." It was just a Holographic Projection made from his Chakra.

It did not consume much Chakra, but because of that, it could not last long, much less help him with tasks.

He needed Shadow Clones.

Could the current Sasuke use them? No.

But he knew the method for forming the Hand Seals—the Seal of Confrontation.

The Seal of Confrontation referred to any seal one formed however felt natural. The most common one in the anime was the "cross" seal made by crossing both hands.

He knew the hand seal method, so... he still could not do it.

The creation ability used in the Clone Technique, the transformation ability of the Transformation Jutsu, and then adding more Chakra.

Failure.

Failure.

The Shadow Clone Jutsu truly deserved to be a B-rank ninjutsu. The techniques used by E-rank ninjutsu like the basic Three Body Technique were too simple and straightforward; they were not on the same level at all. There had to be more specific training points.

He casually found some food to deal with a meal, then began searching through the entire house.

There were obvious signs that the place had been searched, but at a glance, it was impossible to tell what had been taken.

Sasuke's memories contained little understanding of his parents. Their relationship had not been particularly close.

Bedroom, study, storage room, attic, hidden compartments, warehouse...

Those online rumors claiming that Konoha had not left Sasuke even a single ninjutsu scroll were clearly bullshit.

Nothing was missing from Sasuke's own bedroom.

Other than his textbooks, all five training scrolls he had originally possessed were still there.

The Uchiha Clan's chakra refinement techniques, Fire Style Chakra Nature Transformation, Great Fireball, Phoenix Sage Fire, Dragon Fire—nothing was missing.

Many cabinets had been moved, clearly with no intention of being put back. Fugaku Uchiha's study had been thoroughly cleared out in particular, leaving almost no useful paper records behind.

Wooden houses had plenty of places to hide secret compartments, and they were fairly easy to find. Most had been emptied, though he still found some loose change.

Itachi Uchiha's room was exceptionally clean. At a glance, there was nothing there. If he hadn't known it was Itachi's room, he might have taken it for a guest room.

The first search of the house ended with a haul of over 50,000 ryo.

Come to think of it, Shadow Clones were supposedly not difficult; any chunin could use them. He was the only one in the household who couldn't. Even his Great Fireball Technique had only just satisfied Fugaku, who planned to train a new alt. Learning Shadow Clones would probably still take some time, so there was no need to leave an unimportant scroll at home so far in advance.

It was getting late. He could only continue tomorrow. Maybe searching a few more houses would yield something.

Late at night, Sasuke opened his eyes. The clock by his bed showed that it was already past three in the morning.

Even if some unlucky ninja was still standing guard, there was no way they could see what was happening in Sasuke's bedroom through the curtains.

On an otherwise ordinary day like this, Hiruzen Sarutobi had no reason to keep watch over a sleeping little boy at this Point in Time—unless he was a pervert.

Sasuke drew himself in and curled up beneath the blankets.

"System, are you there? Cheat ability, do you have any missions? Pocket Dimension, I want to add points, is there a newbie gift pack...?"

He muttered softly for more than ten minutes, but truly couldn't think of any other ways to phrase it.

Contrary to his wishes, there was never a "ding," no floating old grandpa appeared, nor did a phantom suddenly materialize before his eyes. Sasuke could only accept the fact that he had no cheat ability.

He had always looked down on the absurd cheat settings in transmigration novels, but now that it had happened to him, he found himself wishing for as many ridiculous cheats as possible.