[Conversation target: Uchiha Fugaku.]
[Analyzing copyable traits.]
Two large prompts appeared before him.
Uchiha Jin blinked, beginning to understand.
He had to touch the dead to see their traits.
But to see the traits of the living, he needed to talk with them?
He nodded and continued chatting with Uchiha Fugaku about this and that.
The first trait gradually appeared before him.
A delicate blue glow shimmered into view.
[Excellent Trait: Clan Head's Authority (Blue): Increases persuasiveness by 30% during clan meetings.]
Clan Head's Authority?
Uchiha Jin shook his head and hurriedly looked further down.
This thing was useless to him.
It wasn't as if he could start a rebellion in a tavern and overthrow the Leaf—
Hm?
Wait a second!
Actually, now that he mentioned it...
His little eyes blinked. Suddenly, the idea didn't seem so bad.
From now on, he would be Uchiha Tohwan!
Soon, as their conversation continued, more and more traits appeared.
[Fire Style Mastery (Blue), Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire (Green), Sharingan (Blue), Malice Perception (Green), Mangekyō Sharingan (Purple), Glimpse of Fate (Gold)...]
Glimpse of Fate?
Gold!
Jin's voice suddenly rose as he spoke, his pitch jumping several notches.
"This must be the ability of Fugaku's Mangekyō..."
Uchiha Jin took a deep breath and sighed.
"As expected, it has something to do with fate."
He had suspected as much from the start, but seeing it for himself was still shocking.
He couldn't help but marvel once more:
The Uchiha Clan really was the Child of the Version.
The abilities of these eyes were downright broken!
If the Protagonist didn't have plot armor, beating Uchiha Sasuke would be no easy feat.
[After talking with Uchiha Fugaku for ten minutes, attempting to copy traits.]
[Copy successful. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the excellent trait Sharingan (Blue): Grants extraordinary insight, allowing you to observe Chakra flow, cast and see through genjutsu, and copy taijutsu and ninjutsu that aren't Kekkei Genkai.]
He'd copied it?!
Uchiha Jin was a little surprised.
He hadn't expected that a mere attempt would actually let him copy the Sharingan from his father, Fugaku.
Sure, this thing was commonplace in the clan, but he was only two and a half!
Joy quickly welled up inside him!
The stimulation sent his brain into overdrive, flooding it with dopamine.
And then...
He covered his eyes and couldn't help bowing his head to laugh again. "Hahahahaha!"
Fugaku, standing beside him: ...
He was speechless, and a trace of worry showed in his eyes.
"Oh no. Did that crossbeam hit the boy hard enough to damage his brain?"
"If Mikoto finds out, I'm going to—Hm?!"
Just as he was fretting over how to explain this to his wife, something flashed in the corner of his eye.
He hurriedly turned to look at his second son.
His gaze fixed on Jin's eyes.
Even as the Clan Head of the Uchiha Clan, his breathing grew ragged.
"They're red?"
"His eyes are bloodshot... The boy must have hit his head!"
He panicked, but when he glimpsed the tomoe in those red eyes, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
His flustered body came to an abrupt halt.
"No! That's not it! They're not bloodshot!"
"He's... awakened!"
He lowered his head and looked at his son, who had stopped laughing.
An intensely complicated expression came over his face.
On the one hand, he felt proud and relieved.
His two-and-a-half-year-old son had awakened?!
That was unheard of!
The youngest children in the clan to awaken had been around ten years old. They'd experienced near-death situations, suffered intense emotional changes, and then awakened.
And his genius eldest son!
Itachi, only five years old and already hailed as the hope of the Uchiha Clan!
There wasn't even a hint of awakening in him yet.
But now!
Right before his eyes!
Just because his father had humored him with a few words, his second son had burst into laughter.
And after laughing, he'd awakened?
That's right!
The boy must not only have a volatile personality, but also truly value family.
Yet his father had neglected their family ties because of clan business.
He'd ignored Jin's feelings, too.
That was why being brushed aside had stirred Jin up so much that he'd awakened.
With that thought, guilt and self-reproach filled his eyes. He said softly,
"I'm sorry, Jin. I've been neglecting you..."
He resolved to pay more attention to his son from now on.
"But you can't tell anyone about your awakening, understand?"
"And..."
Uchiha Jin: ???
Why had the Clan Head suddenly become so long-winded?
But after the excitement of awakening passed, he quickly calmed down and looked at his hands in confusion.
Three times...
In less than a day since arriving in this world, he'd already laughed maniacally three times!
Something was wrong!
Could the Uchiha really have a gene for laughing maniacally?
He took a breath, resolving to stay calm from now on.
Then he waved at Uchiha Fugaku. "Goodbye, ol... dear father. I'm going to sleep."
Before Fugaku could get his bearings, Jin pushed him right out.
Click.
He shut the door, climbed onto the bed—or rather, the floor—and went to sleep!
Outside the door.
Fugaku's guilty expression froze.
His face grew even more complicated!
A hint of grievance crept into it, too.
"Wait, so the boy called me over just to awaken? And now that he's done, he's kicking me out?"
He felt like one of those women in the Red-Light District.
Used and then tossed out.
After a long while, he sighed and headed toward the room next door.
"Well, at least I have my youngest son and Itachi. Those two are sure to love their father!"
With that, he turned and walked toward Uchiha Mikoto's room.
Inside, he could hear two faint breaths, one large and one small.
At that moment, happiness took tangible form.
Early the next morning.
Rustle.
"I've got training with Shisui today, so I can't be late."
Itachi opened his bedroom door, ready to head out for training.
"Ah!"
But the moment he opened it, he got a fright!
A huge face stared straight at him from just outside the door.
When he realized it was his little brother's soft, tender face, he relaxed.
There were only two reasons his little brother would be up so early:
He either needed the toilet or wanted the kitchen.
With that in mind, his gaze softened, and he asked with concern,
"Jin, did you wake up hungry?"
"What do you want to eat? I was just about to make breakfast."
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