I've Transmigrated!

I only remember that a second before, I was in the ICU vomiting bile. That greenish sludge, mixed with tissue fluid, was gushing from my mouth, unstoppable.

The doctor was splattered by me, and he patted my shoulder, saying, "Little Yue, this illness of yours isn't going to get better."

I was furious and opened my mouth to curse, but before I could utter a single profanity, I choked on the vomit. I couldn't catch my breath, and just like that, I kicked the bucket.

What the hell!

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the Uchiha clan.

The reason I knew I was in the Uchiha clan was because I saw that distinct emblem—the red and white fan crest that was practically etched into my soul.

I had also become an infant, nestled in a woman's arms, contentedly suckling on milk.

So delicious!

"Little Yue, eat more, grow up quickly, and become a man who stands tall and proud in the future—"

The woman was speaking Japanese, but as a die-hard anime fan in my past life, I could understand the gist of it. I babbled in response, and once full, I fell asleep in her arms.

Wait, a boy?!

I snapped my eyes open, stunned.

I was a woman in my past life!

The next day, when my diaper was changed, I confirmed my gender once more: I had indeed become a boy!

Seeing that little sprout, my heart felt a bit complicated, but I quickly accepted reality.

Whether I was a boy or a girl made no difference to me; it was just a matter of whether those two ounces of meat were located on the top or the bottom.

With a personality as formidable as mine, I am just that carefree! Hehehehe—

Infancy is long and boring. With an adult soul trapped in a weak, powerless body, there was nothing I could do most of the time except sleep.

There were no smartphones here, so during the rare moments I was awake, I habitually sprawled over books and scrolls, trying to decipher those obscure, wild-cursive-like Japanese squiggles.

Since I was born into the Uchiha, I had to figure out what time it was, right? If I just slept through everything and got butchered by Uchiha Itachi, wouldn't my transmigration have been for nothing?

Finally, after recognizing a few characters, I managed to figure out the current year, which put my mind at ease.

It is Konoha Year 40. I am not even a year old, Uchiha Itachi hasn't been born yet, Hatake Kakashi is still a child, and Namikaze Minato hasn't yet made a name for himself in the ninja world—and I still have over a decade of peaceful days ahead of me.

How wonderful! (Clenching fists, eyes brimming with tears!)

I let out a hum and drifted off to sleep amidst my mother's singing of "Little Yue, be good and go to sleep."

I have to say, even though I'm a boy in this life, my mother actually gave me a sissy name—Uchiha Yue!

Given that it's the same as my name in my past life, I'll endure it!

Between eating and sleeping, I slowly grew up.

Under my mother's care, I began to learn how to roll over, started trying to crawl, and my lower gums grew itchy every day as my first baby tooth began to sprout. Through physical movements, I started using baby talk to express commands. I could use my hands to grab everything I wanted, began to crawl slowly toward a warm, open embrace, and gradually merged into this infant body, naturally starting to act spoiled, beg for food, and laugh out loud.

When I called out "Mama" for the first time, it was almost effortless. The incredibly tender voice escaped my throat, thick with drool; it was so ridiculous, yet it brought forth unparalleled joy and tears.

The woman who was weaving under the lamplight froze for a long time, then lunged at me and hugged me tightly.

She smiled, but hot tears fell one by one onto my forehead, tickling as they slid down. I sniffed the soap scent unique to her, reached out to grab her sleeve, and lost myself in the warmth.

I could feel that this woman loved me deeply.

Such intense and fervent familial love—it was so novel, so raw, and yet so moving. This was something I had craved but never attained in my past life, yet in this world, it had embraced me tightly from the moment I was born—

Should I call it luck or misfortune?

In the days that followed, I was soon able to express my wishes clearly with words, bringing one surprise after another to this small family. The neighbors around us soon noticed that I was an exceptionally clever, well-behaved, and cute child. Some of the elders would often come over to hold me, tease me, and chat with my mother. My Japanese became increasingly fluent, and from their fragmented conversations, I learned quite a bit of information.

For instance, my father was a hero who died in battle. For instance, the major nations were currently engulfed in the flames of war, and the village had initiated a Level 1 alert, possibly on the verge of a major conflict. For instance, which family's child had been promoted during the Chunin Exams in the first half of the year—I even heard familiar names like Hatake Kakashi and Shiranui Genma...

The ninja world underwent earth-shattering changes every day, while I, like a pool of stagnant water, remained monotonous and quiet, holed up in this small corner, enjoying the final warmth in my mother's arms—

Two years later.

"Little Yue, get up and move around a bit."

I responded, but continued to sit on the veranda with my legs dangling, reading a casual book. I popped a seaweed rice ball into my mouth, took a sip of milk, and had my mother fanning me by my side. This heavenly life—I wouldn't trade it even if the Emperor came!

"Huh, what's that!"

Just then, I suddenly saw the grass at my feet rustle. I was startled, jumped up, and shouted, "Mama, there's a bug!"

I hate bugs the most!

My mother was also startled. She carefully parted the grass and discovered something green 'whooshing' into the dirt. It flashed by so quickly that I thought I was hallucinating.

My fear turned into curiosity. I took a leap, jumped down, walked to the still-trembling lawn, and parted the grass, but found nothing.

I groped forward, crawling and searching, when a pair of shoes suddenly appeared before my eyes. They were black ninja shoes.

The owner of the shoes seemed to have been standing there for a long time—long enough for his shadow to loom over me without me even noticing.

I was about to stand up when my mother's voice, "Lord Clan Head!", made me afraid to move.

I raised my head to look at the man, my mouth hanging open in an 'O' shape.

To think it was actually Sasuke and Itachi's father—I was seeing a living legend!

Uchiha Fugaku's face drew closer and closer, becoming increasingly distinct; his stern, cold expression made me take a step back, instinctual fear rising within me.

"Is he Uchiha Yue?" Fugaku looked at me, his eyes full of scrutiny, along with a trace of imperceptible disgust—yes, disgust.

If I were merely a child, I wouldn't have noticed such a subtle expression, but the keenness of an adult allowed me to accurately capture that flicker of loathing.

For some reason, Uchiha Fugaku did not like me.

Hmph, there are plenty of people who don't like me; who does he think he is? I pretended not to care, drawing circles in the grass and forcing myself to ignore him.

Fortunately, Fugaku only glanced at me once before walking past, turning instead to greet my mother.

I finally let out a sigh of relief, though a sense of foreboding lingered in my heart.

A clan head seeking out a war widow—no matter how I looked at it, it felt strange!

Sure enough—after Uchiha Fugaku held a private talk with my mother, I was taken away by two clansmen that very afternoon!

"What are you doing?" I struggled left and right, calling out for my mother with every breath.

"Yue, the Clan Head wants you to participate in the clan's special training..." Mother walked over and stroked my head, looking incredibly reluctant, her eyes even brimming with tears, yet she still nodded at the two clansmen. With a hint of pleading, she slipped them some money: "He has been pampered since he was small; please, take good care of this child."

I was stunned.

Among the many great clans in Konoha, there is generally a concept of pre-school training, which is why many scions of noble families disdain the academy's curriculum. The Uchiha clan is naturally no exception.

But I'm only three years old!

I don't want to go, ahhhhhhh! QAQ