Sixteen Years! Sixteen Years! It's Finally Here!

This book contains a high level of original content, with only a very small amount of plot points borrowed from the original work. I have unified and revised the vague settings from the source material, and many of the settings that appear in the book are ones I have supplemented and organized myself, which I find to be more reasonable.

The overall intelligence of the content is maintained (with the exception of female characters, as the author is a novice at romance). There are multiple heroines, but I will only focus on describing a few important ones; the rest will not be elaborated upon. The writing style leans toward humor and absurdity.

Advice: For those who do not know much about Naruto or have not finished the entire series (including flashbacks), I do not recommend reading this book. I have assumed that readers already know many things, so the barrier to entry might be relatively high. Those who do not have a complete understanding of the original work might find themselves confused. Of course, the Great Dao is simple; those who haven't seen it might still be fine.

Disclaimer: Additionally, although this is a "power fantasy" novel, I have mixed in a small amount of "fine bran" (subtle details). If you encounter any actions in the text that you find confusing, you might want to check the paragraph comments. If you understand them, great; if not, just treat it as me being absurd. The first 30 chapters are not written very well as I didn't have an outline back then, so please be patient and keep reading. If it isn't exciting after chapter 30, you can scold me all you want.

Furthermore, the text contains a large number of meme elements; it just depends on whether you can discover them. Remember to leave paragraph comments!

(Brain storage area~ If your brain feels overloaded halfway through, please be sure to come back and retrieve it! At the same time, you are welcome to follow and join the fan group to harass the author~)

"Senya, remember to arrive on time for the clan meeting tonight. This is the most important clan meeting in the history of the Uchiha, and it concerns the very survival of our clan."

"Understood. Eight o'clock, right? I will be at Naka Shrine for the meeting then."

After notifying Senya, Inabi Uchiha turned and left to continue informing others eligible to attend tonight's gathering.

Only ninjas of Special Jonin rank and above are permitted to attend Uchiha clan meetings. Whenever there are major issues to discuss, a meeting is convened to decide the choices and future development of the clan.

Closing the reddish-brown door and returning to the courtyard, I watched the two goldfish swimming in the stone pond, free from the worries of life-and-death crises or the political maneuvering of the outside world.

As time passed, my parents died one after another during the Third Shinobi World War.

They left behind only Senya, who was just five years old at the time.

Eleven years have passed, and now the only thing that keeps Senya company is this ancient tree in the courtyard.

It is already September; the weather is slightly cool, and gusts of evening wind brush the treetops. Under the sunset, the leaves appear even more withered and yellow. This sturdy old tree has been in my memories since childhood.

Senya walked to the brown recliner, lay down to rest under the tree, and quietly waited for the night's clan meeting while recalling the past.

On the day Senya was born, when I opened my eyes and saw my own tiny hands, I knew I had transmigrated. The man and woman before me were clearly my parents in this life.

"Clan meeting on the eve of the Uchiha Massacre. Host has successfully transmigrated into Uchiha Senya, a participant in the meeting."

"System activating..."

"Timeline error @#u0026..."

"Activation failed. Will attempt to repair once the timeline is restored..."

Having just transmigrated, Senya was left speechless by this system. It couldn't be second-hand, could it?

Over the years, relying on my own life experience and the decent ninja talent inherited from my parents, the 16-year-old Senya has now awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan and become a standard, well-rounded Uchiha Jonin.

I have also restrained my true nature slightly, getting along well with the clan members.

In my previous life, I lived to be 70 years old. As for why I was alone, it was mainly because although I was handsome when I was young, whenever I argued with a partner, the woman could never win against me, and I never wanted to yield in that regard, so no girl could stand it.

This led to me having nine relationships despite my handsome appearance, but all of them ended in breakups because I was too blunt and my girlfriends couldn't accept it.

After retiring, I lived well on corporate and state pensions, but with the rise of the internet, the then-sixty-something Senya resolutely entered the internet industry, becoming a streamer.

My unique way of speaking was liked by many young people in the new era. I thought I could just be a small, low-key streamer and live out my later years in peace.

But I didn't expect that in 2020, a careless cold would shatter my plan to become the first centenarian streamer, and I passed away prematurely at 70.

The sunset slowly vanished into the horizon as the full moon rose.

Opening my eyes and looking at the moon, it was about time.

I returned to the room and changed into a brand-new, custom-made combat uniform and ninja sword.

Standing before the mirror, I examined the gear and the weapon at my waist.

The uniform was made of deep blue waterproof fabric with slightly wide sleeves to facilitate the concealment of ninja tools. On the back was the iconic red and white fan of the Uchiha clan. The fabric was specially crafted from the silk of a certain insect-type ninja beast, possessing extremely high resistance to chakra.

Tucked into the white cloth at my waist was a ninja sword I had commissioned from a blacksmith of the Hatake clan. It resembled a Miao dao, with a 30cm hilt wrapped in black cloth and marked with the fan emblem. The blade was 90cm long, forged entirely from chakra metal. It was pitch black, and its chakra conduction loss was almost zero.

Even the scabbard was made from the medicinal wood of the Nara clan to prevent the blade from oxidizing, which led Nara Shikaku to remark that "the ideas of rich people are truly peculiar." Although regular maintenance could achieve the same result, Senya simply didn't want to spend time on such trivial matters.

This set of equipment and various ninja tools had exhausted most of Senya's savings.

However, Senya didn't feel the pinch; after all, good steel should be used on the blade, and a man is defined by his clothes.

With a height of 1.85 meters, a well-defined, sturdy physique, the standard handsome face of the Uchiha clan, and the spiky long hair at the back, this wasn't just handsome—it was devastatingly handsome!

Senya had made all these preparations to welcome tonight's arrival and activate the system.

Sixteen years! Do you know how I survived these sixteen years? Without the support of powerful strength, Senya couldn't even speak his mind, fearing he would offend someone and be targeted.

Although this led to Senya being pursued by many female students at the Ninja Academy—and even though I enjoyed it, experiencing a kind of happiness I didn't have in my previous life—I still had to say that not being able to reveal my true nature was truly agonizing!!!

As long as the system is activated at the clan meeting tonight, my strength will inevitably take off.

Then, I can finally take off the mask I've worn for sixteen years! I can be a sunny, cheerful boy who is consistent inside and out, and follows his own heart!

Senya moved rapidly across the rooftops, heading toward Naka Shrine.

The shrine's architecture had lost its former luster due to the wear of time, and the Uchiha were the same. Ever since the night of the Nine-Tails' attack, they had been struggling to survive under the village's oppression, even being forced to relocate the entire clan to the outskirts of the village.

Lifting a floorboard in the shrine, Senya arrived at the secret location where the clan meeting was held.

Inside the meeting hall, candles were placed along the walls. The clansmen who had already arrived sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for their other brethren.

Everyone remained silent. Under the orange candlelight, the shadows on the ground looked even darker from the back of the hall, and the atmosphere felt even more oppressive.

Senya descended the stairs from the entrance to join the clan meeting.

He was just about to walk toward his seat in the center.

"Uchiha Madara!!! How are you here!"

Elder Setsuna leaped to his feet, his eyes filled with wariness and terror. The man he had once betrayed had left an indelible mark on his heart, looming over him like a god.

"Who!?"

"Where?"

The rest of the young clansmen were completely bewildered. After all, the name Uchiha Madara was a taboo within the village; only the elders who had survived that era and a very small number of jonin knew of him.

Senya was also startled by the shout and turned around, his face full of confusion.

Only when Elder Setsuna saw Senya's face did he realize he had made a mistake; it was just that his figure and attire were far too similar.

Viewed from behind, the only difference was the ninja sword at his waist. Madara carried the Uchiha clan's ancestral artifact, the Uchiha Gunbai, on his back, but it had been taken away when he defected.

"Uchiha Senya! How could you dress yourself up like this!"

Uchiha Setsuna pointed an accusing finger at Senya.

"Is there something wrong with the combat uniform I'm wearing?"

Senya's expression was amiable as he looked at the other man.

The young ninjas sitting below also didn't understand; this combat uniform was so cool that it made them want to get one custom-made as well. Elder Setsuna's aesthetic sense was, well, let's just say it was unique.

Faced with Senya's counter-question, Setsuna found it difficult to respond. He certainly couldn't admit that he had been scared out of his wits by Senya's back.

"Hmph! Forget it, it's nothing."

He turned his head to the side, unwilling to look at Senya.

Senya walked to his seat.

"Time correct, location correct, event correct. Mental Breakdown System has been activated."

"By causing the target to suffer a mental breakdown, you will obtain their talent. Choose whether to copy."

Senya sat on the cushion, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, looking increasingly "amiable."

Senya calculated in his heart: "Uchiha Setsuna, is it? I wonder what kind of impressive talent you have..."