Target: Uchiha, Attack!

Obito finished a bowl of instant noodles to fill his stomach; the taste was unexpectedly decent.

According to his memories, he should be heading to the Ninja Academy now. However, the soul inhabiting this body was no longer the slightly chuunibyou soul of young Obito. Besides, having already awakened the Mangekyo, going to school to bully children would be truly embarrassing. Furthermore, graduating would likely lead to being teamed up with Kakashi and Rin, inevitably following the original plot toward Obito's tragic childhood—why bother?

Since it was still early, it was crucial to plan ahead and use the system to rapidly increase his strength.

Moreover, the enterprise known as Konoha was truly subpar, especially its leadership: the Third Hokage, along with the three high-ranking officials Danzo, Homura, and Koharu. They were timid toward outsiders but ruthless toward their own, masters of internal strife. They had played a winning hand into a total disaster! He had to establish his own faction, but due to certain unsavory psychological hangups, becoming a rogue ninja was out of the question. How could he enjoy life while scurrying through tunnels like a rat?

Obito rummaged around for a long time until he found a pen and a sheet of paper, then began scribbling frantically, writing down whatever came to mind—both the plot from his past life and the memories of this one. After half an hour, the paper was full. He looked at the text, slowly connecting the related threads; it was a habit he had cultivated on Earth, and it worked wonders.

First, he had to establish that the Third Hokage and Danzo would never see eye-to-eye with him. Those two old geezers were constantly plotting to exterminate the Uchiha clan; there was a fundamental conflict of interest, so they were officially classified as villains.

Conversely, the Uchiha clan would be his helpers. Although this helper's brain was a bit off, as the number one ninja clan in Konoha, they were rich! As long as he had money, he could pull cards! Once his strength increased, he would have plenty of room to maneuver.

Furthermore, during his growth period, the Uchiha clan could provide him with some security. Danzo was the type to use any despicable method imaginable; killing a child would weigh nothing on his conscience.

The goal was set: find a way to make the Uchiha cough up money for him, and the more, the better! Use the Uchiha clan to complete his first leap in strength!

He closed his eyes, recalling the Naruto World plot he had watched, combined with Obito's memories. The current clan head was Fugaku, a very conflicted man in the original work. If he hadn't been born into the Uchiha clan, he might have been a good father and a good leader, but he had no choice. Then let me be the one to save you!

You only need to spend a measly hundred million, I really am a good person. I remember seeing a show on Earth that said: "I for everyone, everyone for me! We are one big, loving family!"

Obito wrote for another half hour and rehearsed in his mind; he was still a bit nervous about his first entrepreneurial performance in the Naruto World.

After a while, Obito blew on the paper filled with Chinese characters. It quickly ignited and turned to ash. He rummaged through his cabinets but couldn't find a decent outfit; he truly despised what he was currently wearing—it was too foolish.

Finally, he found a kimono-like garment, put it on, locked the door, and headed toward the center of the clan grounds according to his memories. The clan head and elders lived in the very heart of the district, where the houses and streets were far superior to the outskirts. The rows of small villas with courtyards made Obito feel a bit envious. Once I secure the investment today, I'll buy a villa to live in tomorrow, and I'll have to hire eight or ten maids dressed as bunny girls!

"Stop! Brat, do you know where this is? Get lost back to where you came from!"

He had barely reached the entrance of Fugaku's home when he was barked at by the guard. No rush, I'll deal with you dog-eyed, snobbish servant in a moment.

Obito channeled his chakra, and his black eyes transformed into the red Three Tomoe Sharingan. Paired with his cold, stern expression, he carried a genuine air of unprovoked authority.

"Are you talking to me?" Obito looked up at the guard with his Three Tomoe Sharingan.

"You! Three Tomoe Sharingan! How is that possible!" The guard's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock. He had never heard of a child in the Uchiha clan awakening the Three Tomoe at such a young age; awakening at five or six was already considered a genius!

"What 'you' are you stuttering about? Get inside and report immediately. I need to see Clan Head Fugaku; I have business to discuss with him," Obito commanded.

"Yes! Please wait a moment, my lord, I will go report at once."

The guard turned and ran, nearly tripping in his haste to get inside.

Less than a minute later, the guard emerged, accompanied by a man in his twenties wearing a kimono emblazoned with the Uchiha crest, his long black hair draped naturally over his shoulders. His expressionless face was imposing; he looked like a very serious man.

"Whose child are you?" Fugaku naturally noticed Obito's Three Tomoe Sharingan. Despite his internal shock, as the head of a great clan like the Uchiha, his composure remained strong.

"I am Uchiha Obito. May I come in and speak with the clan head?" Obito asked.

"Of course, please come in." Fugaku gestured with an inviting hand. Even though a five-year-old was speaking like an adult in a childish voice, it somehow made Fugaku feel more at ease. Otherwise, a five-year-old with the Three Tomoe Sharingan wouldn't be a genius—he would be a monster!

"After you, Clan Head." Obito followed half a step behind Fugaku. Neither spoke on the way. They entered a Japanese-style wooden house, stepped into a quiet room, and sat kneeling on the tatami mats across from a small square table. A servant served tea and withdrew.

"We are alone now. You may speak," Fugaku said, taking a light sip of tea.

"I wonder how Clan Head Fugaku views the relationship between the Uchiha clan and Konoha?" Obito stared directly at Fugaku.

"Oh? The Uchiha clan and Konoha are naturally one and the same. The story of how Madara and Hashirama co-founded Konoha is known to everyone," Fugaku said calmly.

"Heh, since I came to find Clan Head Fugaku, I naturally know the truth. You don't need to test me," Obito smiled and continued.

"I also know that some elders are urging you to compete for the Fourth Hokage. But that is nothing more than wishful thinking. Not only will you never become the Fourth, but the Third and Danzo have always wanted to eradicate the Uchiha clan entirely!"

Fugaku's heart was churning like a stormy sea, yet his face remained as still as a mirror. He pondered the true identity and motives of this clan member who didn't act like a child. Without intelligence, the best way to handle the situation was to remain unchanged and wait for the other party to reveal their flaws!