A Proper Person's Diary

March 1st

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

Counting it up, I have been transmigrated into the world of Naruto for exactly six years. Being able to survive until now and integrate into life in Konoha is truly something worth celebrating.

The name Uchiha Akashi has saved me quite a lot of trouble.

Yet, deep down, I still feel a measure of fear. If my identity as a transmigrator were ever discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable. In the ninja world, there exist ninjutsu capable of reading memories and extracting souls; one cannot afford to be careless.

Fortunately, I haven't slipped up yet.

Even though I have disguised myself perfectly—to the point where even my parents haven't noticed anything amiss—I still need to be cautious in every step, treading as if on thin ice.

Otherwise, why would that dog from the Inuzuka clan have stared at me twice?

Could it be that dogs can smell the difference in a soul?

My fear is well-founded.

March 5th

Another dull day.

Passing by the Ninja Academy in the morning, I saw many children heading to school in high spirits, talking about graduation and executing missions as if they couldn't wait to shine for Konoha and burn themselves out.

They are clearly nothing more than leeks waiting to be harvested.

Once war breaks out, these newly graduated children, regardless of their age, will be sent to the battlefield. It is so cruel that it sends a chill from head to toe even under the bright sun.

The essence of a ninja is a tool for killing.

The ninja village is merely a base for mercenaries.

No matter how many pleasant words like "peace," "justice," or "love" they use to whitewash it, the nature of this reality will never change.

I am deeply aware of this, but being trapped within it, where the strong prey upon the weak, there is only death if one does not become powerful. I am terrified of being "voluntarily" sacrificed, so I have no choice but to follow the customs of this land and train with extreme diligence.

In other worlds, if one is useless enough, no one will bother to use them.

But the ninja world is different; even waste can be recycled.

Damn it.

March 8th

Born into the Uchiha clan, possessing these eyes is a "sin."

The villagers' attitude toward Uchiha ninjas is cold, and they view the entire clan through tinted glasses. There is respect, yes, but also plenty of fear. Among them are many small children who seem to both fear the Uchiha and envy the Sharingan, which I find both puzzling and sorrowful.

What do children know?

This is likely what their parents have taught them.

March 23rd

Recently, the reputation of Hatake Kakashi has grown increasingly loud. This super-genius who broke Konoha's records has shocked the Uchiha clansmen. Challengers have come one after another, only to return in defeat, beaten until their faces were black and blue.

I am only curious if they will awaken their eyes out of grief and indignation?

The Sharingan relies on intense emotional changes to awaken and continue evolving.

Simply put, it is a process of gradually becoming mentally ill.

Is it really that easy to trigger an awakening? Does it have anything to do with Yin-natured chakra? It should also require a certain foundation of talent and physical constitution, right? Otherwise, every member of the Uchiha clan would have had a Mangekyo by now.

This subject is worth pondering and researching.

However, I don't really care whether they awaken their eyes or not; I awakened mine long ago anyway.

Oh, it is worth mentioning that I ran into Uzuki Yugao on the street today.

She has become even more beautiful.

Hayate, who was by her side, seemed sickly; what a pity.

April 1st

I still haven't found the source of the sapling inside my body. I have scoured all the relevant information I could get my hands on, but I have found nothing.

It is truly baffling.

What on earth is this thing?

Could I have become a reincarnation vessel for Kaguya?

But I have checked my body thoroughly and haven't found any marks.

Various signs make me increasingly cautious; if they could use Madara Uchiha, they might very well use me too.

April 2nd

Everything must be studied to be understood.

From the start of school, all children are constantly taught "ideological theory" courses to deepen their sense of identification with the village. I must admit, this is a very effective measure for strengthening cohesion.

However, distorted interpretations can easily lead people astray.

I flipped through the books to check, but the history of Konoha lacked any dates. Every page sang the praises of the Hokage and touted the Will of Fire. I always felt something was missing; after searching carefully for a long time, I realized the name of the Uchiha had been erased. Madara Uchiha, one of the powerhouses who pacified the Warring States period, was gone.

The entire book was written with two words: "Hypocrisy."

The attitude of Konoha toward the Uchiha was evident from this alone.

The omens of the night of the clan's annihilation were actually manifesting in every aspect.

Betrayed by their own kin and slaughtered until only a single sprout remained—it truly turned the pride of the Uchiha into the laughingstock of the entire ninja world. Moreover, there were those within the clan who were merely ordinary citizens, never having stepped into the ninja profession, wanting only to live a peaceful life. How could they be so cruel?

I do not want to die; I only want to live.

The conflict between Konoha and the Uchiha is irreconcilable. Even if it doesn't erupt in five years, it will in ten. Even without Shisui and Itachi, there would be others.

To solve this problem, there are only two paths before the Uchiha.

Flee or rebel.

Non-resistance is what Konoha expects most; they would love for the Uchiha to commit mass suicide so they could avoid the stigma of murder while still getting their wish.

But if we flee, where would we go?

Among the major ninja villages, Konoha is considered quite good. Its fields are fertile, its economy is developed, and it has not been affected by the mainland battles in several wars, allowing it to develop quite rapidly.

If we went to a hellhole like Kirigakure, we would face the danger of being decapitated every single day.

Sunagakure and Amegakure have environments so harsh that survival itself is a struggle.

Would any village accept the Uchiha, or dare to? Given the temperament of our clansmen, I fear they would want to be honored guests wherever they go and would refuse to bow to others. Trying to integrate into a new collective would not necessarily be easier than staying in Konoha.

If overly powerful strength is not controlled by the Five Great Nations, the outcome can mostly be referenced by the fate of the Uzumaki Clan.

Therefore, the only option left is to rebel.

Konoha is not a monolith; there are opportunities to be exploited. White Fang, Minato, and the Sannin are either dead or gone. In two more years, Konoha will be at its weakest, and perhaps we could turn the tables entirely.

It just so happens that I still have some time to develop in silence...

April 5th

I met Might Guy today. His Eight Inner Gates is a major lethal weapon; I must find a way to win him over to my side, otherwise, he will be very troublesome.

As for clans like the Inuzuka and Aburame, their stances are not as firm as the Ino-Shika-Cho, so there is a possibility of them leaning toward us.

Or, as long as they don't interfere with my plan, that will suffice.

I should be right about this.

They will help whoever wins.

April 6th

I taught Itachi Uchiha a lesson; he should understand things a bit better now, right?

Still, a genius is a genius after all.

I likely cannot block the Mangekyo of Shisui and Itachi. In this day and age, where else can I improve my strength... it's worrying.

Looking at the "smart" people in the clan, it seems I cannot count on a single one of them.

How can I revitalize the clan when I'm stuck with these insects!

Someone save this child.

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The night grew deep.

The breeze of the spring night was light and gentle, blowing slowly into the room.

Uchiha Akashi looked back at the records of the past few years, wrote the final character, and leaned back against his chair with a deep sigh.

Are the things written in a diary considered one's true thoughts?

I don't know.

As a transmigrator, I'm just using this method to vent a little; besides, no one else can read the characters on these pages.

The mirror reflected his handsome figure, which could rival that of any Qidian reader. His face was delicate and sunny, gentle and refined, and the Uchiha fan crest was printed on the back of his navy blue short-sleeved shirt.

Two tomoe rotated slowly within his scarlet eyes.