Rebirth

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, unnoticed by the farmers toiling under the scorching sun. Ninjas busy with their missions had no time to spare, and civilians were even less likely to perceive it. That man had arrived.

A wail echoed through a small wooden hut: "Wah, wah, wah." An elderly woman held a newborn baby and placed him beside his mother's bed. The mother gazed at the infant, her eyes shining with maternal warmth. A middle-aged man walked in from outside, looked at the child and the woman lying on the bed, and said softly, "You've worked hard, Miko." Looking at this homely little fatty, the man's stern face softened. "Let's call this little fatty Zhuang—Uchiha Zhuang." The woman chuckled, "What a simple name. But it is our greatest wish: to grow up safe and strong." Thus, a legendary man was born into this world; ordinary, yet so natural. As for Comrade Qimoji, being a newborn, he could not break the shackles of nature and remained lost in the chaos of infancy.

Konoha was the largest and most prosperous human settlement in the ninja world. This is truly wonderful! Zhuang danced with excitement. Comrade Qimoji was one of the many transmigrators across the multiverse. He had never imagined he would transmigrate, let alone into such a magical world of ninjas—a world of headbands and "what-is-that-base."

On his original Earth, he was merely a corporate drone working for the World President. Yes, Zhuang was Qimoji, and Qimoji was a native of that original Earth. That Earth possessed technology capable of exploring the galaxy and laboratories studying the speed of light; its inhabitants had already begun exploring the Milky Way. The greatest achievement was that the Earth was a powerhouse, unified under the title of World President. He had led the people to discover another Earth within a stratospheric void through neutron particle research. The people there looked similar to those on his home Earth, but their temperaments were relatively volatile. They had their own versions of anime, similar historical trajectories, and technological paths, yet they were about ten thousand years behind. Later, to maintain the balance of the Earth's phase, the World President chose not to invade, but to study and monitor them; they had coexisted peacefully for thousands of years.

The 996 grind was finally over; he had a chance to get ahead. Since he had come to this world, he would master it and turn it into his own farm. Zhuang revealed a mysterious smile. As a mature transmigrator, Zhuang knew he had to keep a low profile and not be reckless during this initial period. This world was haunted by the souls of the Six Paths, as well as the reincarnations of the two Children of Prophecy. There was also Madara's plan to destroy the world and the resurrection conspiracies of various ambitious villains. Thinking of all this gave Zhuang a headache. Forget it, let's just focus on developing his own strength; only with power could he hope to realize his plans. "Zhuang, time to eat." Following the call, Zhuang walked to the dining room. Uchiha Miko, Zhuang's mother, was an Uchiha civilian. His father, Uchiha Genki, was a Chunin. "Miko, what year is it now? Who is the Hokage in Konoha?" Smack. Zhuang received a knock on the head. Miko said, "Don't be rude. I am your mother; you must call me Mother. It is currently the era of the Second Hokage, Lord Senju Tobirama." After speaking, Miko sighed, "Your father hasn't returned in three months. I don't know which battlefield he is on. We finally had some peace, only for it to be broken again." How long had the war been going on? Uh, over a year. Zhuang calculated. How long did the First Shinobi World War last? Three years? Ten years? He couldn't quite remember; time was getting tight, he needed to start training. "Mother, I'll be five in a few months. I want to go to the Ninja Academy." "Ah, that's too early. Isn't it usually seven? Besides, you haven't been tested; we don't know if you can even attend." "I definitely can, don't worry, Miko." "Fine. If your father hasn't returned in a few months, I'll send you to the Ninja Academy. But remember, no fighting. Study hard. Becoming an architect or a teacher in the future would be quite nice." Zhuang felt speechless; that world was just the same, pre-planning a child's path until they had no room to choose. Can't parents stop this bad habit? "I'm full, I'm going out to play." "Hey, eat more, you're still growing." Looking at his 1.2-meter frame at age five, Miko still thought he looked as thin as a monkey.

Now that no one was around, he could summon the system. Looking at the open space in the forest, Zhuang called out the transmigration system. Ding! Transmigrator detected. System binding initiated. Binding successful. Newbie gift pack granted. Open? Yes. Ding! Ten draw keys. Draw? Yes. Ding! Ten Epic-grade gift boxes drawn. Open? Damn it, Uchiha Zhuang held his forehead. Stupid system. Open the boxes. Ding! Congratulations to the transmigrator for obtaining: one portion of Chakra Essence Fluid (Gold), one Five Elements Eight Trigrams Body Tempering Manual, one Perfect Warrior Serum (Purple), one Flowing Light Red Dragon Tachi (Purple), one pair of Boots of Haste (Green), Chakra Cultivation Technique (Green), Genetic Repair Fluid (Purple), Golden Cicada Armor (Blue), five Gold Exchange Vouchers (Gray), Kage-level Ninja Insights (Blue), and Soul Portrait Evolution Fluid (Gold). As the information flooded his mind, Uchiha Zhuang was stunned. What was this? Such immense luck! It was settled—he could punch Kage-level powerhouses and kick the shins of Orochimaru from the Shippuden era. Happiness was just that simple. After collecting his thoughts, Uchiha Zhuang calmed down. He couldn't become a giant in one bite; he had to take things one step at a time. First, learn the Chakra Cultivation Technique and the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Body Tempering Manual. Then, equip the Golden Cicada Armor, the boots, and the sword. The clothing could be hidden instantly, but the weapon couldn't be tucked away. What to do? The system had an item inventory; anything produced by the system could be stored there at will. Zhuang then thought that if there was a system, there must be a shop. He checked; the shop would only open after completing a mission: eliminate a group of mountain bandits. Fine, mission accepted. But he wouldn't rush; although there was no time limit, Zhuang knew he was just a little kid right now. Any adult could swat him away. He had to be steady.

Back home that night, Uchiha Zhuang finished dinner early and told his mother he wanted to train and shouldn't be disturbed. Miko smiled, thinking, This child, he's only five, what kind of training could he do? The house did have some of Genki's notes on chakra training. Miko had asked him to write them out when she was bored, but she had no talent and never learned to refine chakra. Now, Zhuang could study them properly; after all, children were more likely to have talent. In his room, Zhuang first drank the Genetic Repair Fluid. After the standard torture of pain, convulsions, and a near-death loss of consciousness, he woke up three hours later. A wave of weakness like a post-illness recovery hit him, and his body expelled a great deal of grime. Zhuang dragged himself out of the room, gorged himself in the kitchen, and only regained his strength after eating three or four days' worth of food. He then took a careful bath and washed his clothes. Back in his room, he looked at the Perfect Warrior Serum and hesitated. He would use it tomorrow when he felt better; he couldn't be impatient. Stay steady, he only had one life. Stay steady and don't be reckless. Lying in bed, Zhuang opened the Kage-level insights and the Chakra Cultivation Technique, eventually falling asleep. However, his body was undergoing subtle changes: bone density increased, red blood cells multiplied, his heart grew larger, and all his organs strengthened. His cells seemed filled with vitality. If his previous body was like a broken tricycle, it was now quietly evolving—perhaps into a Mercedes, perhaps a tank, a fighter jet, or even an aircraft carrier. It was a gradual, progressive process.

A new day.