The First Plunder

The next morning, people had already begun their training at the Uchiha clan's training grounds.

As the morning light broke, golden sunbeams spilled across the training field, adding a touch of warmth to this vibrant land. Members of the Uchiha clan began their training from a young age, for they knew that in this cruel world of ninjas, only strength could determine everything.

Six-year-old Uchiha Xingye stood in a corner of the training ground, dressed in a black training suit, and began practicing basic taijutsu.

The physical enhancement brought by the Otsutsuki bloodline was comprehensive. Every punch he threw carried the sound of tearing wind, and every kick was incredibly precise. The memories of his past life combined with the physical prowess of the Otsutsuki bloodline allowed his taijutsu level to reach the Chunin level in just one night.

This feeling of the body... Xingye felt the surging chakra within him, it is many times stronger than my body in my past life.

Just as he was focused on his training, more and more clansmen began to gather in other areas of the training ground.

Most of them were children between the ages of 7 and 10, all preparing for their upcoming enrollment in the Ninja Academy. But when they saw Xingye's movements, they all stopped, shock etched across their faces.

"Xingye... how can his movements be so standard?" an Uchiha boy said in surprise.

"And his strength and speed are far beyond ours..." another girl chimed in.

From the crowd, a sturdy boy with sharp eyes stepped out. He was Uchiha Ming, a child with outstanding talent among his peers who had already awakened a single-tomoe Sharingan, and was recognized as a powerhouse of the younger generation in the clan.

"Xingye, it looks like you've been improving quite fast lately." Ming walked up to Xingye, a provocative smile on his lips. "Dare to spar with me?"

The surrounding clansmen immediately gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation. This was their favorite activity—sparring between peers, which could both improve their strength and determine who was superior.

Xingye stopped his movements and turned to look at Ming.

His gaze was as calm as water, without a single ripple. The composure brought by the Otsutsuki bloodline ensured he would not lose his head over a provocation.

"You want to spar?" Xingye asked indifferently.

"What, scared?" Ming sneered, slowly raising his right hand. "Since you don't dare, then forget it..."

"I didn't say I was scared." Xingye interrupted him. "I just think, are you sure you want to spar now?"

"What do you mean?" Ming frowned.

"I mean..." the corners of Xingye's mouth curled up slightly, "if you lose, won't it be very embarrassing?"

"Ha!" Ming laughed out of extreme anger. "Fine! Since you're so arrogant, I'll let you see what a true Uchiha genius is!"

Ming's Sharingan activated instantly, the single tomoe spinning slowly and emitting a dangerous light. The surrounding clansmen let out a gasp, for the activation of the Sharingan meant that Ming had already stepped into the threshold of the strong.

"The Sharingan is activated!" someone whispered in shock. "Ming has already awakened the Sharingan!"

"Xingye hasn't awakened his Sharingan yet; he's likely going to lose this time."

The discussions rose and fell, but Xingye seemed not to hear them. He stood in place, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his body relaxed, yet his eyes revealed a sense of confidence.

"Come on," Xingye said calmly.

Ming let out a roar and charged forward instantly.

His speed was fast, and the Sharingan allowed him to clearly track Xingye's movements. A punch struck directly at Xingye's face, the wind of the blow sharp—he clearly wasn't holding back.

Xingye did not dodge, merely tilting his head slightly as Ming's fist grazed his cheek.

Then, Xingye struck.

His movements were as fast as lightning; Ming's Sharingan could only capture a blurred afterimage. Xingye's palm struck Ming's chest, and although the force wasn't great, Ming's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Bang!"

Ming fell heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

What just happened?

Ming's speed was fast, and his Sharingan was active, yet Xingye had knocked him flying with just a single move!

"This... this is impossible..." Ming climbed up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with unwillingness. "You clearly haven't awakened the Sharingan..."

"Because I don't need to," Xingye said indifferently.

"You!" Ming charged again, this time using a taijutsu combo.

But the result remained the same.

Xingye acted as if he were playing with a child, easily neutralizing all of Ming's attacks. After three moves, Xingye's hand-blade rested against Ming's throat; one more inch forward, and he could have severed it.

"The outcome is decided." Xingye withdrew his hand-blade and turned to leave.

But just then, the system's notification sounded in his mind.

[Defeat Uchiha Ming to plunder a trait]

[Please select the trait to plunder]

Xingye's heart stirred, and the system interface immediately displayed all the talents on Ming:

Uchiha Ming:

[Sharingan (Green)]

[Fire Release Talent (Blue)]

[Taijutsu (Green)]

[Combat Instinct (White)]

Xingye chose [Sharingan (Green)] and [Fire Style Talent (Blue)] without a moment's hesitation.

[Plunder successful]

[Obtained Talent: Sharingan (Green)]

[Obtained Talent: Fire Style Talent (Blue)]

[System Prompt: Trait level upgraded]

[Sharingan (Green) → Sharingan (Blue)]

[Fire Style Talent (Blue) → Fire Style Talent (Purple)]

A surge of warm energy flooded into Xingye's body, and a sudden, sharp stinging sensation pierced his eyes.

Xingye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his originally pitch-black pupils had turned a vivid crimson—three tomoe spun slowly, emitting an eerie, bewitching glow.

Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

Furthermore, the system had upgraded the Sharingan from green to blue, which meant Xingye's Sharingan was stronger than that of an average Uchiha clansman!

The surrounding clansmen were shocked once again.

"Sharingan... Xingye has awakened the Sharingan!"

"And it's a Three-Tomoe! How is this possible?"

"He's only six years old!"

The murmurs surged like a tide, and everyone looked at Xingye with expressions of utter disbelief.

Fugaku and Mikoto rushed over upon hearing the news, and upon seeing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in their son's eyes, they were too stunned to speak.

"Xingye... your Sharingan..." Mikoto covered her mouth, her eyes filled with incredulity.

"This is..." Fugaku took a deep look at his son; a hint of gratification flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by worry. "Xingye, what exactly have you been through lately?"

Xingye retracted his Sharingan, returning his pupils to their normal black, and then bowed respectfully to his parents.

"Father, Mother, I have simply been training quite diligently lately, which is why the Sharingan awakened early."

He would, of course, never speak of the Otsutsuki bloodline or the system; that would only invite unnecessary trouble.

"Diligence alone can awaken the Three-Tomoe?" Fugaku frowned, clearly not believing the excuse. However, he did not press the matter, merely saying, "Regardless, your talent truly surprises me. But remember, the power of the Sharingan must not be abused, or it will bring disaster."

"Yes, Father." Xingye replied with his head bowed.

In the crowd, five-year-old Itachi watched his older brother, his eyes shimmering with admiration.

"Big brother is so amazing..." Itachi whispered, "I want to be like him and awaken the Sharingan early too."

Hearing Itachi's words, Xingye turned to look at his younger brother, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

"Itachi, your talent is even greater than mine. As long as you work hard, your achievements will surely surpass my own."

Itachi was stunned for a moment, then a smile bloomed on his face.

Xingye turned around and faced all the clansmen present.

"Everyone, today's sparring ends here."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried a dignity that transcended his age, causing everyone to fall silent.

"For the Uchiha clan to revive, it requires the effort of every single person." Xingye continued, "I have merely taken a step ahead of you all. We shall walk the path ahead together."

With that, he turned and left, leaving behind only a dashing silhouette.

But in his heart, he had already begun planning his next move.

"The Sharingan is in hand, and my Fire Style talent has been upgraded..." Xingye pondered to himself, "Next, I need more traits. The Root, the Anbu, even the Third Hokage... as long as there is an opportunity, I will not let it slip by."

"And also..." A cold glint flashed in Xingye's eyes, "Danzo, your surveillance makes me very unhappy. It is time to teach you a lesson."