Uchiha Kenji-No, Obito

Early morning, Shimura Residence.

"Pweh!" Kazashiro spat out a mouthful of old blood, arcing through the air before once again cracking the courtyard wall.

This was how old Konoha folks started their mornings: a beating from a jonin.

Seeing Kazashiro lying unconscious, Yamanaka Zen immediately ran over and began treating him.

Kazashiro, who had nearly gone hand in hand with his mother into the afterlife, opened his eyes under Yamanaka Zen's treatment.

"Not bad. You can already force me to use five moves. Rest for a while." Glancing at the blood on the ground, Aburame Ryoma offered Kazashiro a word of praise before stepping aside and standing motionless.

"You're abusing a child..." Though he had been praised, Kazashiro was in no mood to be happy. Clutching his stomach, he curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

The wounds could be healed, but the pain would not disappear.

If he did not want to keep getting beaten up one-sidedly, he had to figure out the pattern behind his opponent's attacks.

Come on, Kazashiro. Use that brain you'd had sealed away for who knew how many years.

Hmm, Ryoma's moves were all fixed. First a punch, then an elbow strike, then a kick, then another kick, and finally a knee...

Ah, I've got it!

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

"This is my struggle to survive!" Thinking that, Kazashiro felt his whole body fill with strength. He sprang up and charged straight at Aburame Ryoma, so fast that even Yamanaka Zen was startled.

Then—

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

The facts proved that a child who had not even attended the Ninja Academy could not defeat a jonin, even if that jonin only used a fixed set of moves.

Especially since he was not a genius like Kakashi.

With a pained expression, Kazashiro clutched his stomach as he searched from memory for the place where Kakashi trained.

Once training was over, those two beasts, Aburame Ryoma and Yamanaka Zen, had vanished without a trace. As for that old bastard Danzo, Kazashiro had not seen so much as a shadow of him since opening his eyes.

After lying on the ground and resting for a long time, Kazashiro saw that no one was going to bother with him, so he limped out of the house.

By the way, why didn't the place he lived even have a lock? Was Konoha's public safety really that good?

Thinking about that unlocked front door, Kazashiro could not help wanting to complain.

As he drew closer to Kakashi's training ground, the pedestrians on the streets gradually thinned out until there were none left.

This should be the place, right?

Kazashiro asked himself uncertainly.

All of Konoha's scenery looked pretty much the same.

"It feels awfully quiet. There aren't even any Konoha people on the streets..." Though his scalp prickled, Kazashiro gathered his courage and continued onward. As the son of old bastard Danzo, surely he had to have at least a whole vanload of bodyguards following behind him.

"Hey, can you still call yourself a member of the Uchiha Clan?!" A cocky voice reached his ears. Since it sounded nothing like Kakashi, Kazashiro decided to ignore it.

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

Ah, becoming Hokage. There were actually people these days who believed that line.

Kazashiro began muttering to himself internally upon hearing that.

"The position of Hokage has never been about strength or perseverance. It's about bloodline. Bloodline."

Wait, goggles? Sharingan?

I never thought this idiot was from the Uchiha Clan too. Hahaha... huh?

Seeming to realize something, Kazashiro no longer cared about rubbing his stomach and hurriedly felt his way toward the source of the voices.

Before long, Kazashiro found the source in an open clearing.

Three boys wearing the Uchiha crest surrounded a boy with goggles on his head.

The goggle-wearing boy sat sprawled on the ground, his face covered in bruises. Clearly, the others had given him a warm welcome.

"Hey, isn't that Kenji? It has to be, right? At this time, he's the only one in the entire Uchiha Clan stupid enough to go around talking about becoming Hokage all day."

"Speaking of which, why would an Uchiha want to become Hokage? You're just a kid, so you don't know how prejudiced the village higher-ups are against you."

"You're bullying him this badly. No wonder the whole clan got wiped out. These are the debts you racked up when you were young."

Kazashiro did an excellent job playing the spectator, eagerly watching the show as he tossed the matter of finding Kakashi to the back of his mind.

Meanwhile, the group, completely unaware that a sneaky bastard was hiding in the bushes nearby, continued their bullying. "Hahaha, Hokage? A dead last like you probably won't awaken the Sharingan in your entire life! Hahaha!"

"Exactly. You live with an old woman, so forget becoming Hokage. Whether you can even graduate from the Ninja Academy is a question."

"Hmph, if you know what's good for you, stay home obediently and don't even go to the Ninja Academy. Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you!" The boy who was clearly the leader threw another punch into Obito's face, knocking his goggles crooked.

"You bastard!" Obito, angered by the blow, was about to fight back when the other two pinned him in place.

"Three against one? No sense of honor at all. And how can you hit someone in the face? Even Ryoma doesn't punch me in the face." Seeing the bruises on Obito's face become symmetrical, Kazashiro instinctively rubbed his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Kakashi's voice suddenly rang out beside him. It startled Kazashiro so badly that he stumbled out of the bushes where he had been crouching.

"Who's there?!" The group turned at the sound and found Kazashiro clutching his stomach and groaning.

"You?" The leading Uchiha boy looked at Kazashiro, then at the bushes tall enough to conceal an entire person, and then at his posture...

The Uchiha boy pinched his nose.

"I wasn't taking a dump here!" Kazashiro, who had reached the same conclusion, hurriedly shouted.

But from their expressions, he could tell with absolute certainty that none of them believed his explanation.

Even Obito wrinkled his little face. If his hands had not been pinned down, he probably would have pinched his nose too.

"I said I wasn't here to take a dump! I was, I was, I was here to save him! What kind of skill is it to gang up on someone? Let him go!" To clear his name, Kazashiro had no choice but to come up with a barely plausible reason for his appearance.

"Save him?" The Uchiha boy, who indeed had not smelled anything foul, nudged Obito with his foot. "You, are you friends with this dead last? Let me give you some advice: stay away from an idiot like him. Otherwise, his stupidity might rub off on you."