Reincarnated in the Hidden Leaf

Sekito was certain that he had merely drunk too much and gone to sleep, nothing else. Yet when he woke up, he had somehow crossed into the world of the anime Naruto and was lying in a hospital bed in the Hidden Leaf Village.

How did he know? Heh. Ever since waking up, Sekito's head had been throbbing badly. Each wave of pain brought more memories into his mind—memories about the Uchiha, the Hidden Leaf Village, and so on.

Only after quite some time, when he had fully absorbed all the memories of this reincarnated body and his headache had eased, did Sekito begin sorting through his thoughts and figuring out his new body's circumstances.

First! The body he had transmigrated into was named Feng, the son of a blacksmith from the Hidden Leaf Village in the Land of Fire.

Hm? His whole family had died last night? What was this, a passive transmigration bonus? A family wipeout?

After carefully recalling the memories, he realized it had been Nine-Tails Night.

His family had been eating dinner last night when a gigantic fox with nine tails suddenly appeared in the center of the village. With a casual swipe, it flattened a large swath of houses. His home had been among them, and then his whole family had died.

As for him, at the instant the house collapsed, his grandmother and father had shielded him beneath their bodies. He had suffered grave injuries, received no rescue for a long time, and eventually died from them.

Not long after his death, Sekito had transmigrated over, occupied the original owner's body, and brought it back to life. He had barely held on long enough for rescuers to arrive.

That was why he had awakened in a hospital. Sigh, this body truly was unlucky. Because of one Nine-Tails Night, he had instantly gone from being the treasured youngest son of the family to an orphan.

Wait! An orphan? Wouldn't that mean going to the Hidden Leaf Orphanage? That place seemed to be Danzo's Root territory.

Holy shit! I'm doomed!!? As a transmigrator who would be completely out of step with ordinary people, joining Root would absolutely be game over.

Thus, Sekito—or rather, Feng now—began carefully searching his memories for any relatives he could rely on. He had to find someone to take him in and avoid this disaster.

But after sorting through his family ties, Feng felt that he was even closer to Root's gates—perhaps even closer to Root's experimental dissection table.

The reason? Hehe, come on! Take a look at Feng's family background.

His ancestors had once been renowned Uchiha ninja. But by his grandfather's generation, his grandfather had possessed no ninja talent whatsoever, so he became a blacksmith in the Uchiha clan.

Then, Feng's grandfather had planned to remain single for life, lest he pass his useless talent down to the next generation and disgrace himself. But he happened to encounter the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, disbanding the Senju and urging them to integrate into the whole of the Hidden Leaf.

So Feng's grandfather got some ideas. He married a member of the Senju who likewise lacked ninja talent, intending to improve the family's genes. Perhaps he could regain some face and have a son with ninja talent!

Unfortunately, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

Even with a union between an Uchiha and a Senju, if neither parent possessed ninja talent, their descendants naturally would not have much talent either.

Thus, their three children, including Feng's father, were all ordinary people. Not one possessed ninja talent. Feng's grandfather was so enraged that he fell into depression and died.

By his father's generation, his father also had no ninja talent. To fulfill his grandfather's wish, he too intended to improve the family bloodline.

So he traveled all the way to the Land of Whirlpools and married a member of the Uzumaki, who were said to possess exceptional physical gifts. However, Feng's father was an ordinary person, so naturally he could only marry an ordinary Uzumaki clanswoman.

Then they had Feng and Feng's older brother, but neither of them had ninja talent either. Three generations of the family had produced no ninja, and Feng's family was therefore scorned and disliked by some clansmen.

Feng's father had not inherited the Uchiha's ninja talent, but he had inherited their foul temper in full. Seeing his family being looked down on by the clan, he flew into a rage and moved out of the Uchiha clan grounds. He even refused to let his children take the Uchiha name.

That was why Feng was called Feng, not Uchiha Feng.

As for Feng's other relatives, well...

His paternal uncle had inexplicably vanished from the village years ago. He was only found on the eve of last year's Fourth Hokage election. Well, they found his remains in the laboratory of Orochimaru, one of Konoha's Sanin.

Then there was Feng's aunt. Unable to endure the various absurd things his grandfather did in his obsession with producing a descendant with ninja talent, she had married far away in the distant south of the Land of Fire at an early age and had never been heard from again.

Feng's mother and older brother had returned to the Land of Whirlpools to visit relatives when Feng was young, only to tragically encounter the war that destroyed the Land of Whirlpools. Their whereabouts remained unknown to this day, though their fate was obvious.

His last remaining family members, his father and grandmother, had died protecting Feng last night. So now, Feng truly was all alone in the Hidden Leaf Village. If he disappeared, there would not even be anyone to file a report on his behalf.

Right! The chances of being put on an experiment table had increased by another point.

Still, after combing through his memories, it was not all bad news. At the very least, Feng was already sixteen years old. In the world of Naruto, that made him old enough to live independently, so he would not need to go to an orphanage.

Looking at it that way, Feng had no ninja talent, did not need to go to an orphanage, did not bear the Uchiha name, and was entirely an ordinary civilian. As long as he kept his head down and stayed cautious—say, by living next to Ichiraku Ramen—he should have no problem surviving until Naruto and Sasuke saved the world.

But after digging further into his memories, he realized he had celebrated too soon. He—Feng—had watched his father and grandmother die before his eyes last night, and his eyes had turned red. He had originally been stuck between awakening and not awakening the Sharingan due to insufficient talent, but after being transmigrated into, his soul had been strengthened, and he had awakened it~

Although it was only the most basic one-tomoe Sharingan, it was still the Sharingan.

And this morning, his father's friend, Uchiha Teuchi—a middle-aged uncle who owned a pancake shop—had come to visit him. When he discovered that the awakened Feng had actually activated the Sharingan, he had been absolutely thrilled.

Then the warm and friendly Uncle Teuchi hurriedly summoned a doctor to give Feng a thorough examination.

They discovered that not only had Feng awakened the Sharingan, but perhaps due to his Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines, he already possessed a chakra reserve no weaker than that of an ordinary genin who had graduated from the ninja academy, despite having only just awakened it.

Overjoyed, Uncle Teuchi quickly comforted Feng, then rushed off to the Uchiha clan grounds to register Feng's information.

By now, Feng's files were probably already in Clan Head Uchiha Fugaku's records.

Right, once that idiot clan head Fugaku had the information, he would probably send it to the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, before long. Once Hiruzen Sarutobi had it, Danzo—the most disgusting bastard in the Hidden Leaf—would surely soon add Uchiha Feng's information to Root's database.

Then, whenever that dog Danzo ran short on experimental materials, a mixed-blood ninja like him, with Uchiha, Senju, and Uzumaki blood, would definitely be the ideal choice.

Before, when Feng had no ninja talent, that bastard might not have thought much of him. But now, he already had the chakra of a genin. Add the Sharingan and casually learn a few ninjutsu, and he would make excellent experimental material.

Experimental material, my ass! No, I have to think of something, or sooner or later I'll end up on Root's experiment table, turned into a mangled corpse like the uncle I never met.

Feng, unwilling to become experimental material, could not help roaring inwardly.