Uchiha Shingen's Ninja Academy Grades Weren't Ideal

"My name is Uchiha Shingen."

"I am thirteen years old this year."

"My dream is to live to a ripe old age without illness or disaster, and then die painlessly on some morning or afternoon."

Konoha.

On the outskirts of the Uchiha clan grounds.

Uchiha Shingen, dressed in the uniform of the Konoha Military Police Force, stood before the entryway, adjusting his appearance in the mirror while muttering to himself intermittently.

"Ah Bin..."

"Pah!"

"My Ninja Academy grades were not exactly ideal."

"But that doesn't matter, who cares when my surname is Uchiha?!"

"Even with mediocre talent, one can easily secure an iron rice bowl in the Konoha Military Police Force."

"A formal position, room and board included, and the salary isn't low either—basically equivalent to a Konoha civil servant."

"In my past life, if you wanted to land a job like this, you would have had to fight tooth and nail against thousands of competitors."

"What's even more infuriating is that after grinding until you vomited blood and working yourself into a faint, you'd eventually discover the position was custom-tailored for someone else, to the point where they might as well have written the winner's ID number into the job requirements."

"What?"

"Now the position is custom-tailored for me?!"

"Then it's fine."

"As everyone knows, the Konoha Military Police Force has only three main principles—fairness, fairness, and more fairness!"

"I was able to land this job entirely based on my own strength, alright?"

"If you couldn't land a job, you should look for the reasons within yourself."

"This society is still quite beautiful; it's not as dark as you think. Everyone has their own life..."

"..."

Uchiha Shingen was not from this world.

Half a year ago, a rainy night, an overpass, no Maybach.

A heavy-duty truck with its high beams on sent Uchiha Shingen to the Naruto world.

Initially, Uchiha Shingen had been somewhat worried about his situation.

After all, this was a world with supernatural powers where powerful ninjas could fly through the sky and burrow into the earth, killing people as easily as mowing grass, making the lives of ordinary people thinner than paper.

But soon, after clarifying his current situation, Uchiha Shingen calmed down, and even felt a bit fortunate.

On one hand, it was naturally because of the surname Uchiha.

Uchiha Shingen was not familiar with the plot of the original Naruto series.

He had only occasionally heard some broken jokes from friends, such as "The Legend of Eyes," "The Chronicles of Otsutsuki Grudges," and "Black Zetsu's Tale of Saving Mother."

Uchiha Shingen didn't know what the latter two meant for the time being, but when it came to "The Legend of Eyes," he had something to say.

The Uchiha were a major clan in Konoha, and their pride and joy, the Kekkei Genkai, was the Sharingan.

Although the Uchiha clan of the past had committed quite a few mistakes.

For instance, the clan head from two generations ago, Uchiha Madara, indirectly caused the death of the First Hokage, and the clan elder, Setsuna Uchiha, secretly plotted a coup d'état to assassinate the Konoha leadership.

Even after being thrown into prison, the followers of Setsuna Uchiha still occasionally raised calls for a coup within the clan.

In any case, these were all things of the past.

Successive wars had left Konoha exhausted, and even knowing the danger of the Uchiha, they had no choice but to use them.

With the Third Hokage taking power, the current clan head of the Uchiha, Fugaku Uchiha, also held significant authority.

The two typical dove-faction leaders began to tacitly ease the conflict, and the friction between Konoha and the Uchiha clan was slowly dissipating.

Everything was developing in a positive direction!

What did this mean?

The future belonged to the Uchiha!

Uchiha Shingen believed that if there were no accidents, in a few or a dozen years, both sides would likely achieve true mutual understanding.

And he had just happened to catch this early bus.

Staying safely in the Military Police Force in the future, even if he didn't rise to the top, would at least mean a life free from worry about food and clothing.

He wouldn't need to work himself to death like other ninjas performing missions, nor would he have to endure the layers of exploitation from Konoha.

We all have a bright future!

"Beep-beep-beep—!"

The alarm clock let out a sharp, urgent ring.

Uchiha Shingen looked back, only to realize it was already seven-forty-five.

He hurriedly tied his forehead protector, rushed out the door, and headed toward the Konoha Military Police Force.

Eight o'clock sharp.

Uchiha Shingen arrived at the entrance of the Konoha Military Police Force and lowered his head to check his watch.

Click!

The hour hand was perfectly aligned, stopping exactly at the eight o'clock mark.

A translucent pop-up window appeared in Uchiha Shingen's field of vision:

[Daily check-in complete!]

[Accumulated 7 days of check-ins, +1 attribute point]

This was another matter entirely.

He had opened...

This suddenly appearing pop-up window was none other than Uchiha Shingen's golden finger.

He called it the Check-in Device.

As long as he checked in at the entrance of the Konoha Military Police Force at eight o'clock every morning for seven consecutive days without interruption, he would receive 1 attribute point.

Attribute points could be used to strengthen his own abilities, including his Kekkei Genkai.

Of course, the more powerful the ability and the higher its level, the more attribute points it required.

In other words, the longer he checked in, the stronger he would become.

After figuring out his identity and the function of his golden finger, Uchiha Shingen decided to just coast.

The job was stable, and checking in made him stronger.

With conditions like these, who would want to live like those other ninjas, licking blood off the edge of a blade and struggling to survive?

Don't even come near me, okay?!

I, Uchiha Shingen, am going to dedicate my talent to the Konoha Military Police Force!

"Another seven days completed?"

Noticing the content of the pop-up, Uchiha Shingen's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled up his panel:

[Uchiha Shingen]

[Rank - Chunin]

[Position - Captain of the 3rd Squad, South District 4, Konoha Military Police Force]

[Abilities:

--Chakra Level 4

--Kekkei Genkai - Sharingan - Two-Tomoe Level 4

--Fire Release Mastery Level 3 (+)

--Taijutsu Mastery Level 2 (+)

--Genjutsu Mastery Level 2 (+)

--Ninja Tool Mastery Level 1 (+)]

[Ninjutsu: Fire Release - Great Fireball Technique, Fire Release - Phoenix Sage Flower Nail Crimson, Body Flicker Technique...]

[Evaluation - B+: A leader among Chunin, an elite of the Konoha Military Police Force.]

[Remaining Attribute Points - 3]

"Still not enough?!"

Uchiha Shingen was somewhat surprised.

On the panel, some abilities had a "+" sign behind them, indicating that his remaining attribute points were sufficient to raise those current abilities by one level.

Right now, what Uchiha Shingen wanted to improve most was naturally his Chakra or his Sharingan.

After all, according to the elders in the clan.

Battles between ninjas were, in most cases, battles of Chakra; the side with the larger amount of Chakra would gain a massive advantage.

The latter was the foundation of the Uchiha; almost every ninja in the clan who awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan became a Konoha Jonin, so its value went without saying.

Unfortunately, the attribute points required to raise these two abilities by one level were far more than Uchiha Shingen had anticipated.

After a brief calculation, Uchiha Shingen gave up on adding points to the other abilities.

After all, anyone who had played games knew.

It was extremely unwise to consume too many resources on skills that could be grinded out just by spending a little time.

Conversely, abilities like chakra and Kekkei Genkai, which are difficult to improve through conventional means and hold immense value, are the only things worth investing in.

He closed the panel.

Uchiha Shingen picked up a rice ball delivered by the Police Force cafeteria, took a large bite, and lowered his head to begin reviewing the patrol logs left by the night shift squad.

Laying flat was one thing, but he still had to do his job.

Uchiha Shingen's squad was primarily responsible for patrol duties in Konoha South District 4 between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon, as well as handling any sudden incidents.

As the team members gradually arrived, they had some spare time, so they gathered together to chat while waiting for the shift handover.

"Have you heard?!"

"A newcomer came to the Police Force yesterday, and the Clan Head assigned him to our squad. They say it's for experience, but it's probably just to pad his resume."

"You're talking about Shisui, right?!"

"That kid is a famous genius; the Third Hokage even made an exception to let him join the Hokage Direct Anbu directly."

"Rumor has it that Shisui could have graduated from the Konoha Ninja Academy long ago, but he stayed for two extra years just to complete the Will of Fire curriculum."

"Is that stuff even meant for humans to study? How far has it deviated from the version compiled by the First Hokage?"

"Tsk~"

"Still, don't let his age fool you; Shisui's strength is terrifying. An average Chunin probably wouldn't be a match for him."

"Now that is what an Uchiha should look like!"

In the Police Force lobby.

Uchiha Shingen leaned against the wall, listening to his colleagues' discussion, and couldn't help but feel a bit of curiosity about this boy named Shisui.

A young genius, carrying the reputation of his clan, and in a hot-blooded shonen manga like this...

This is the textbook definition of a protagonist template!

Even if such a person isn't the protagonist, they are definitely an important character capable of surviving until the series finale.

Surely no manga author would write someone like this to death prematurely, and by such a coincidence, have me run into him, right?!

A person cannot—or at least should not—be unlucky enough to end up in such a pathetic situation.