Uchiha Sosuke

His consciousness flickered for a moment. Sosuke shook his head hard, refocusing his gaze on the one-armed lecturer on stage.

He unconsciously flipped through the textbook in his hands, the young boy sighing softly, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

Before he knew it, a week had passed since he arrived in the Hokage World.

After the initial struggle, he had basically accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.

But transmigrating was one thing, why couldn't he have gone to the peaceful Konoha of later generations, and instead ended up in the Warring States Period where human lives were treated as worthless as grass?

Here, children not yet ten years old had to step onto the battlefield, with a survival rate said to be less than thirty percent.

Even for prestigious clans like the Uchiha, their descendants faced an extremely harsh living environment.

The reason was simple: the Land of Fire was home to more than just the Uchiha clan.

"Sigh." Resting his chin on his hand, Sosuke looked helplessly at the lecture hall, constantly pondering his future life.

The ninja world was far from stable.

The Uchiha were in a constant state of war, fighting the Senju in the eastern theater and facing threats from families like the Fūma, Sarutobi, and Shimura in the western theater.

To the southwest, the Hyūga Clan watched with bated breath, while the Uzumaki overseas occasionally sent troops to harass them.

While conflicts were rampant on the surface, Black Zetsu, the eternal schemer, lurked in the shadows.

If his calculations were correct, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who had descended to Earth with Kaguya thousands of years ago, was probably hiding in some temple, chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"Survival is difficult."

The external environment was harsh, but fortunately, Sosuke was not without ways to resist disaster.

"System."

He called out softly in his mind, and the next second, a light blue screen appeared before his eyes.

No one else in the classroom could see this thing.

[Name: Uchiha Sosuke]
[Age: Six]
[Physical Strength: Inferior]
[Mental Strength: Genin]
[Chakra Amount: Inferior]
[Special Ability: Sharingan (One-Tomoe)]
[Ninja Tools: None]
[Summoning Beast: None]
[Points: 0]

The System had digitized his personal information, such as his age, special abilities, physical strength, and so on.

Of the three basic stats, only his mental strength had reached the Genin level.

The reason was simple: the two souls had accidentally merged during his transmigration, causing his mental strength to grow rapidly.

In just one week, it had grown from Inferior to the current "Genin" level.

A sufficiently strong mental state meant that his genjutsu would be incredibly powerful, and his chakra reserves would also be much greater than that of an ordinary ninja.

Chakra was the product of the combination of spirit and cells; an increase in either would raise the total amount of chakra a ninja could condense.

At the very least, he wouldn't be a ninja who ran out of chakra later on.

As for the Sharingan, which had awakened unexpectedly, it was probably related to the fusion of the two souls. For someone his age, it was an extraordinary feat.

In the words of his previous life, it was equivalent to a child prodigy who got into Harvard and Cambridge at the age of six.

If the news got out, the entire Uchiha clan would be shaken.

Even the immensely talented Uchiha Itachi had awakened his Sharingan at the age of eight, and Uchiha Madara had only succeeded in awakening his eyes in his teens.

Of course, the speed of awakening one's eyes didn't determine everything, but unfortunately, not everyone understood this truth.

Once this matter was known, the clan would invest a great deal of effort and attention into him. This had both advantages and disadvantages, depending on how Sosuke chose to proceed.

He slowly shifted his gaze, finally settling on the "Points" section.

After studying it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the so-called points could be used for.

He had a few guesses in his mind, but unfortunately, Sosuke had no opportunity to test them.

"Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time."

"Sosuke!"

A rough shout interrupted the young boy's thoughts.

He frowned subconsciously and turned to look out the window. If there was anything he was dissatisfied with about his current life, this annoying guy was definitely one of them.

Years ago, his parents had died on the battlefield. According to the clan's customs, the young Sosuke had been sent to live with his uncle, "Takeshi."

The clan provided regular death benefits, so at least his living situation was guaranteed.

However, the reality was far from that.

For some unknown reason, that uncle treated Sosuke extremely poorly. Not only did he embezzle the survivor's benefits, but he would also resort to beating and kicking him at the slightest provocation.

Unable to bear it any longer, Sosuke ultimately chose to stay overnight at the academy, finally escaping that hellish family.

If his own uncle was like this, his son, "Uchiha Tetsuya," was even worse.

It's important to know that the Uchiha clan had very good treatment, especially regarding survivor's benefits, which were enough for children who lost their parents to live a wealthy life.

Without worries about the future, the clan's ninja could fight enemies on the front lines with all their might. It was just unexpected that some people would target the money their parents had died to earn.

Watching his cousin walk out of the classroom, Uchiha Tetsuya chuckled disdainfully. He didn't actually lack this little bit of money; he could easily take on a couple of low-level missions.

He didn't want to get involved in the grudges of the older generation. The young man simply enjoyed the thrill of bullying. Every time his cousin dared not speak out of anger, it brought him a sense of pleasure from the inside out.

As his cousin would say, bullying was the source of happiness.

Gently stretching his neck, Uchiha Tetsuya forcefully slung an arm around his cousin's shoulder, his gaze filled with malice. "Sosuke, your bones have gotten tough lately. I've looked for you a few times, and you've avoided me."

According to the usual routine, a few punches would have his cousin trembling all over and voluntarily handing over a month's living expenses.

This had almost become his muscle memory. He hadn't expected to miscalculate this time.

When Sosuke placed his arm on his shoulder, Uchiha Tetsuya hadn't noticed anything wrong. But when Sosuke's arm exerted force downwards, forcing him to bend over, a sudden sense of alarm rose in his heart.

Unfortunately, Sosuke's powerful upward knee strike had already hit him squarely in the chest.

To prevent the other party from having the ability to get up, he grabbed his cousin's hair and fiercely swung his right fist towards his right cheek.

One punch. Two punches. Three punches.

Only when Uchiha Tetsuya completely rolled his eyes did he let go of him, allowing his cousin to fall limply to the ground.

"Seems like nothing special," Sosuke said, lightly dusting off his hands, his eyes filled with indifference.

Facing a bully, words were definitely useless. You just needed to be more ruthless than them.

Private fights were forbidden within the clan, let alone fighting someone openly at the academy.

Anyone else would have inevitably faced punishment. However, there was a principle that held true in any world.

Geniuses always received privileges in various aspects.

After a brief moment of concentration, Sosuke's tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open. The eerie red glow caused everyone present to forget to breathe.

"He, he activated his Sharingan!!!"

Activating the Sharingan at the age of six?!

In an instant, it was like a single stone stirring up a thousand waves.