Uchiha Kenji, No, It's Obito

Early morning, Shimura Residence.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Kazashiro drew a curve through the air, smashing a crack in the courtyard wall once again.

The old Konoha elder doing this so early in the morning, the beating of a Jonin.

Seeing Kazashiro unconscious, Yamanaka Zen immediately rushed to his side to rescue him.

Kazashiro, who had almost taken his last breath alongside his mother, opened his eyes under Yamanaka Zen's treatment.

"Not bad, you can already make me use my fifth move. Take a break," Aburame Ryoma said, praising Kazashiro after glancing at the blood on the ground, then walked to the side and stood still.

"You're abusing a child..." Although praised, Kazashiro didn't feel happy. Instead, he curled up on the ground like a shrimp, clutching his stomach.

The wounds could be healed, but the pain wouldn't disappear.

If he didn't want to be beaten like this unilaterally, he had to figure out the opponent's moves.

Quick, Kazashiro, use your brain that's been gathering dust for who knows how many years.

Right, Ryoma's moves are all fixed: first a punch, then an elbow strike, then a kick, another kick, and finally a knee strike...

Ah, I get it!

A flash of inspiration struck Kazashiro. If he just did this, then that, and then this and that, wouldn't he be able to dodge these five moves!

"This is my struggle for survival!" Thinking this, Kazashiro felt a surge of strength. He suddenly leaped up and charged straight at Aburame Ryoma, his speed startling even Yamanaka Zen.

Then--

On the streets of Konoha, people looked curiously at a child limping along, clutching his stomach.

It turned out that a child who hadn't even attended the Ninja Academy couldn't possibly defeat even a Jonin who only used fixed moves.

Not to mention, he wasn't a genius like Kakashi.

Clutching his stomach in pain, Kazashiro searched for Kakashi's training spot from memory.

After the training session, the two beasts, Aburame Ryoma and Yamanaka Zen, had vanished without a trace. As for that old man Danzo, he hadn't been seen since Kazashiro opened his eyes.

Kazashiro, who had been lying on the ground resting for a long time, finally limped out of the house when he realized no one was paying attention to him.

Speaking of which, why didn't his home even have a lock? Was Konoha's public security that good?

Thinking of the unlocked gate, Kazashiro couldn't help but want to complain.

As he got closer to Kakashi's training area, the pedestrians on the street gradually became fewer, until there were none.

This should be the place, right?

Kazashiro asked himself uncertainly.

The scenery in Konoha all looked pretty much the same.

"It feels so quiet, and there are no Konoha people on the street..." Although he felt a bit uneasy, thinking that as the son of old man Danzo, he should at least have a carload of bodyguards following him, Kazashiro bravely continued forward.

"Hey, you guy, can you even be considered part of the Uchiha clan?!" An arrogant voice reached his ears. It didn't sound like Kakashi's voice at all, so Kazashiro decided to ignore it.

"Damn it, so what? I'm definitely going to become Hokage and engrave my goggles along with my Sharingan on the Hokage Rock!" Another voice sounded somewhat stubborn.

Ah, becoming Hokage. People actually believed that nonsense these days.

Hearing the voices, Kazashiro started muttering in his mind.

"Hokage isn't about strength, nor perseverance, it's about bloodline, bloodline."

Wait, goggles, Sharingan?

He hadn't expected this idiot to be from the Uchiha clan too, haha... ha?

As if realizing something, Kazashiro forgot about his stomach pain and hurried towards the direction of the voices.

Soon, in an open space, Kazashiro found the source of the voices.

Three boys wearing the Uchiha clan crest surrounded a boy wearing goggles.

The boy wearing goggles was slumped on the ground, his face bruised, clearly having been "entertained" well by the others.

"Hey, isn't that Kenji? It must be. At this time, only he in the entire Uchiha clan is foolish enough to always talk about becoming Hokage."

"Besides, why would you, an Uchiha, want to become Hokage? You're just a child, you don't know how much prejudice the village higher-ups have against your clan."

"You guys bully him like this, no wonder you'll get wiped out. These are the debts of your youth."

Kazashiro happily played the role of a spectator, engrossed in watching, and completely forgot about finding Kakashi.

Meanwhile, the group, completely unaware of the "old sixth" hiding in the bushes nearby, continued their bullying: "Hahaha, Hokage? You, a dead last, probably won't even awaken the Sharingan in your lifetime, hahaha!"

"Exactly. Living with an old woman, let alone Hokage, it's questionable if you can even graduate from the Ninja Academy."

"Hmph, if you know what's good for you, just stay home honestly. Don't even go to the Ninja Academy, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" The boy who looked like the leader punched Obito in the face again, knocking his goggles askew.

"You bastard!" Obito, angered by the hit, was about to fight back but was held in place by the other two.

"3-on-1, really unsportsmanlike. Also, why are you hitting his face? Even Ryoma wouldn't hit my face like that." Watching the bruises on Obito's face become symmetrical, Kazashiro subconsciously rubbed his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Kakashi's voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, startling Kazashiro, who was squatting in the bushes, causing him to stumble and rush out of his hiding spot.

"Who?!" Hearing the commotion, the boys turned their heads and met Kazashiro, who was groaning while clutching his stomach.

"You guys?" The Uchiha boy at the head of the group glanced at Kazashiro, then at the grass tall enough to hide a whole person. Combining this with the other's actions...

The Uchiha boy pinched his nose.

"I didn't poop here!" Kazashiro shouted urgently, having also thought of the same thing.

But he could tell from their expressions that they completely disbelieved his explanation.

Even Obito scrunched up his little face. If his hands weren't being held down, he probably would have pinched his nose by now too.

"I told you, I'm not here to poop! I, I, I'm here to save him! You guys ganging up on one person, what kind of skill is that? Let him go quickly!" To clear his name, Kazashiro had no choice but to come up with a somewhat plausible reason for his appearance.

"Save him?" The Uchiha boy, who indeed hadn't smelled anything foul, kicked Obito. "You, are you friends with this dead last? I advise you to stay away from this kind of idiot. You might catch their stupidity."