Transmigration

You're from Dandong, come back to me...

"Ah!"

Konoha, the Uchiha Clan compound. A boy suddenly opened his eyes and jolted awake in bed.

"Where is this...?"

Uchiha Kazuto stared dazedly at everything before him. The scene felt both familiar and strange. But he remembered that he'd just been playing on his phone. How had everything suddenly gone black, only for him to appear here?

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This wasn't his home!

"Where am I?"

Uchiha Kazuto clutched his head. The next moment, a jumble of inexplicable memories surfaced in his mind, and he immediately understood his situation.

"I see. I've transmigrated—and into the world of Naruto, no less. This body's name is Uchiha Kazuto..."

A flicker of understanding crossed Uchiha Kazuto's eyes. He'd never imagined that transmigration could actually happen, let alone to him.

"Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. From now on, I'm Uchiha Kazuto."

He shook his head and quickly accepted his new identity. There was no other choice. Transmigration had become a fact—what else could he do but accept it?

What he needed to think about now was how to survive in this dangerous world. From the memories he'd gained, he was nothing more than an insignificant shinobi of the Uchiha Clan. Although he'd joined the Police Force, he was only about as strong as a Genin, and he hadn't even awakened his Sharingan.

He was nothing but a weakling. Thinking of the massacre that would happen before long made his scalp prickle. Especially since he was now a member of the Uchiha Clan. He might still be alive, but in truth, he was already dead—dead in the future.

That bastard Uchiha Itachi didn't spare anyone when he massacred his clan, young or old, man or woman. He was even more ruthless than the Mongols. At least the Mongols had a rule against killing anyone shorter than a cartwheel. Uchiha Itachi didn't care about any of that. Even a newborn baby wouldn't stop him from swinging his sword.

That guy had no humanity. He was a beast wearing human skin.

What was worse, Uchiha Kazuto realized that he didn't seem to have any cheat abilities. No system, no special cultivation techniques, no martial arts—nothing. Before transmigrating, he'd just been an ordinary person, fresh out of the box. His only advantage was knowing a little about the plot. But what good was that knowledge? He was far too weak.

He couldn't do anything.

What was he supposed to do? This damn world!

Was he going to die just after arriving here? No, no! He had to survive!!!

Once he realized what his future held, Uchiha Kazuto grew agitated. This damn world didn't care about the law at all. There was no order. People killed whenever they pleased. Were weaklings like him just born to die? Where was justice? Where was the law?!

A mass murderer like Uchiha Itachi should've been arrested and executed by firing squad!!!

Uchiha Kazuto's breathing grew ragged. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. This damned Ninja World, these damned shinobi, that damned Uchiha Itachi!!

"Hm? What's going on? Why do I feel dizzy?"

Suddenly, Uchiha Kazuto clutched his head, overcome by dizziness. Then a sharp pain stabbed through his eyes. His whole body went limp and weak, and he collapsed to the floor as blood poured from his nostrils.

His eyes began to change.

One tomoe, two tomoe, three tomoe. The three tomoe fused into a strange pattern, and powerful Chakra surged through his body. Perhaps it was because of the special nature of transmigrators, or because the fusion of two souls upon his arrival had caused some inexplicable changes. Or perhaps it was because he'd been so furious and grief-stricken...

Whatever the cause, at that very moment, Uchiha Kazuto awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Power!"

"Power! This is my power!"

A while later, Uchiha Kazuto slowly got to his feet. An eerie light seemed to gleam from his blood-red eyes.

At the same time, almost instinctively, Uchiha Kazuto understood the abilities of his two Dojutsu.

Perhaps because of his special nature as a transmigrator, the names of his eyes' abilities were entirely different from those of other Uchiha in this world.

Left Eye: Eye of Law Creation: You can establish rules for forces under your command. When your forces obey your rules, you will receive a steady flow of power in return. You can use this power to create new rules, strengthen yourself, or learn various Ninjutsu.

Right Eye: Eye of Punishment: Once you have created the corresponding rules, you can use the power of this eye to set the corresponding punishments. If anyone in your forces breaks your rules, they will receive the appropriate punishment. You can also use your ocular power to establish a special force of your own.

"Since the Ninja World has no order I can accept, then I'll build the order I believe in—the order I need!"

Uchiha Kazuto sensed the abilities of his two Dojutsu. Perhaps they'd appeared because of what he'd thought just now, born from the indignation and fury in his heart.

The only pity was that neither of Uchiha Kazuto's Dojutsu had any combat power. They couldn't launch any powerful attacks on the battlefield, unlike Dojutsu such as Kamui, Tsukuyomi, Amaterasu, and Kotoamatsukami, which had formidable offensive abilities.

His two Dojutsu offered nothing but pure, simple support.

"Three laws?"

Uchiha Kazuto realized that rules meant regulations. With his current reserves of ocular power, he could establish only three laws and set three punishments. To create more laws, he would need more ocular power. Once the laws were in place, as long as the forces nominally belonging to his side and under his management continued to obey them, he would steadily receive power in return, replenish his ocular power, create new laws, and open up new sources of power.

At the same time, he realized that his ocular power seemed different from that of an ordinary Sharingan. This was a special kind of ocular power that could strengthen him and let him learn various Ninjutsu. The laws also needed this power to function. It was like a country's currency, with all kinds of uses: strengthening national defense, developing technology, setting up departments, paying salaries, and keeping the laws in effect...