Uchiha Qian

Inside the room.

Qian slowly woke, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Where is this?"

The thought had only just surfaced when a flood of fragmented memories poured into his mind.

"Ninja. Leaf. Uchiha."

Qian quickly sorted through the memories in his head, and one familiar yet unfamiliar term after another gradually helped him understand his current situation.

Without a doubt, he had transmigrated.

According to the memories in his mind, the original owner of this body had the same name as him, but he was a member of the Uchiha clan in the Leaf.

Uchiha Qian had just turned ten this year and was in his fourth year at the Ninja School.

And the reason he had been able to take over this body was simple: after school this afternoon, the other boy had suddenly received news that his parents had died in battle.

Then, overwhelmed by grief, one careless moment had finished him off.

And after that, he had become the new owner of this body.

However, none of that mattered.

What mattered was that this world was the famous ninja world—and it was the ninja world during the Third Great Ninja War.

One phrase described this era perfectly: human lives were worth less than grass.

It was not just the common civilians at the bottom. Even high-ranking ninja lived day to day in this chaotic time, never knowing if they would see tomorrow.

That made Qian feel even less secure.

Even though he was in the Leaf Hidden Village, the strongest of them all, it was still the same.

Not to mention, the original owner was from the damned Uchiha clan. After the ninja war, there was still the disaster of the clan's extermination waiting ahead. It was truly one misfortune piled on top of another!

"Sigh! I thought dying suddenly from overtime was miserable enough, but I still have to go through all this."

Qian felt utterly speechless.

What?

You mean supernatural power?

Please. Qian had already checked just now. Even after suffering such a major shock, the original owner still had not awakened the Sharingan.

His aptitude could no longer be described as poor. It was downright trash.

As for Chakra?

Mm, he had a little.

But so what?

In the end, the ninja world still came down to Bloodline. Whoever had a Bloodline closer to Ōtsutsuki Kaguya had the higher ceiling.

Otherwise, at most, they would be like Might Guy—a brief flash of brilliance.

Qian had no intention of saving the world.

He understood himself very clearly.

Perhaps he had some ability, but that was all. Wanting to walk a different path like Orochimaru was almost impossible.

"If only I had a cheat."

After thinking for a long time, Qian still could not come up with any good solution, and in the end, he could only speak helplessly.

However, the instant his words fell, a pale blue, translucent panel appeared in his field of vision.

[Name: Uchiha Qian

Age: 10

Physical Constitution: 5

Spirit: 7

Chakra: 60 (125)

Bloodline: Sharingan · Unawakened (51/100)

Skills: None]

"This is... a System Panel?!"

Qian sat bolt upright, and the negative thoughts in his mind were swept away.

He had never been someone who gave up easily. It was just that the situation earlier had truly seemed impossible to solve, so he had inevitably grown dispirited.

But now...

Although he still was not entirely sure what this panel could do, at least there was a little hope now, wasn't there?

His gaze swept across the panel. There was no need to mention things like name and age; they were only basic information.

As for Physical Constitution and spirit...

The former represented his potential in terms of the body.

That included, but was not limited to, physical recovery, neural reaction speed, muscle density, bone strength, and so on—every ability related to the flesh was encompassed within it.

As for the latter, it represented potential of the spirit.

For ordinary people, the values in these two areas were roughly around three points. Anything above three meant one had the aptitude to become a ninja.

His Physical Constitution was five points, and his spirit was seven points. At a glance, that seemed pretty good, but in reality, it was not.

At this age, a Physical Constitution of five points was indeed decent among civilian students, but one must not forget that the original owner had inherited the outstanding Bloodline of the Uchiha clan. That made it rather low.

As for spirit...

Seven points was indeed not low, but Qian guessed that his arrival had raised this attribute. Otherwise, it was probably only around five points as well.

If not, there was no way to explain why the other party had not awakened the Sharingan.

To say the original owner had no feelings for his parents would definitely be nonsense.

Hadn't the other party been so heartbroken after receiving the news of his parents' sacrifice that he had died on the spot? How could there have been no genuine affection?

Yet even so, the awakening progress of his predecessor's Sharingan had barely passed halfway. It could only be said that this body's aptitude was truly too poor. Otherwise, there was no other explanation.

However, this trouble had now fallen onto Qian.

After thinking for a while, Qian had no good solution, so he could only set it aside for the time being.

His gaze turned to the Skill Slot, which was completely empty.

Logically speaking, since he had fused with his predecessor's memories, he should at least have had a few skills, but there was simply nothing on the Status Panel.

Although Uchiha Qian's aptitude was not much to speak of, he still knew the most basic Three Body Technique. This left him somewhat puzzled.

If Chakra were not currently flowing through the meridians inside Qian's body, he would have thought those memories were fake.

"Uh, could it be because 'I' haven't personally tried them?"

With that thought in mind, Qian stood up. Following the memories in his mind, he gathered the Chakra within his body while slowly forming the three seals of "Ram—Snake—Tiger Seal" at a turtle's pace, attempting to perform the Clone Technique.

However, after the Chakra was consumed, nothing happened.

Wait—

Qian's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the Status Panel's Skill Slot. He saw it twist for a moment before a line of text finally appeared—Clone Technique: lv0 (1/100)!

"So it really was because I hadn't personally tried it."

Looking at the newly appeared skill, Qian murmured softly, then turned his gaze to the level and numbers behind it.

If he had guessed correctly, this should be Proficiency.

With that thought, Qian once again gathered Chakra and, just as before, formed seals to perform the Clone Technique.

There was no surprise at all. He failed again.

However, not the slightest trace of impatience appeared on Qian's face.

For no other reason than that the numbers after Clone Technique in the Skill Slot had changed, going from lv0 (1/100) to lv0 (3/100).

From this, Qian could basically determine that this was a Proficiency system.

As for why it had increased by two points this time?

Qian guessed that it should have something to do with the memories in his mind.

At this moment, he was equivalent to reclaiming power he once possessed, so the growth in Proficiency was unstable.

Verifying it would be very simple.

Qian took a deep breath, calmed his restless emotions, then did his utmost to recall his predecessor's memories of practicing the Clone Technique and began to reproduce them.

A few seconds later, a cloud of Chakra smoke suddenly appeared, but it quickly vanished again.

The Clone Technique had failed.

But the Proficiency had increased by three points—Clone Technique: lv0 (6/100)!

Clearly, his guess had not been wrong.

In this way, he would be able to rapidly convert everything his predecessor had possessed into his own strength in the shortest possible time, thereby concealing the abnormalities on him.

One had to know that the Ninja World did not lack ninjutsu that could read minds or bewitch the spirit. If he slipped up, Qian did not think he would be able to escape the Anbu's interrogation.

Although the possibility of the Anbu noticing him was extremely small, there was never anything wrong with being a little cautious.