It Came... But Could He Start Over?

Lu Ziyuan had originally been a promising corporate drone in the 2030s of the twenty-first century. Having just passed thirty, he was at the prime age for burning brightly for the capitalists.

His daily life had been too miserable, with constant 007 overtime hours. Depressed, he went alone to a small roadside restaurant to drown his sorrows.

Normally, he spent only twenty yuan on a meal, but that day, he unceremoniously spent a hundred, ordering three dishes and two large bottles of draft beer.

But how could his chronically unhealthy body withstand nearly three liters of beer? He only remembered vaguely collapsing onto the table and falling asleep at the end.

At that moment, everyone in the Uchiha Ancestral Hall was present except those too injured to attend.

After every war, this prayer ritual had to be held. Aside from paying respects to their ancestors, it was also a way to console themselves—after all, they might be the next ones to join them someday.

Once the prayers were over, the Uchiha Clan leader, Uchiha Tajima, brought Madara and Izuna into the main hall.

"How is that boy Gen?"

"Reporting to Father, his life is not in danger for the time being."

"Mm..."

Tajima wore a stern expression, seemingly lost in thought. Holding his cup, he stared blankly into space. Madara did not interrupt him, but Izuna beside him could no longer sit still.

"Father! Gen nearly died! I'm going to avenge him and chop off that damned Senju Tobirama's head to use as a chamber pot!"

"Izuna!"

Madara sternly stopped him. How could he not understand his brother's hatred? But... when he thought of the promise he had made with that person, he wavered.

Tajima finally finished thinking things over. He drained the water in his cup and said,

"Our clan did not suffer many casualties this time. Senju Butsuma, on the other hand, lost quite a lot. I plan to find an opportunity to test them soon."

"...Yes, Father."

"That's great, Father!"

Seeing Izuna's excited expression, Madara felt powerless. It was hard to sort out the hatred between their clans and their families. Could blood feuds truly be set aside? Even if Hashirama did not care, what about his younger brother? Senju Tobirama, that bastard, had already killed two of Madara's younger brothers in a row!

If Gen had not been so fortunate as to survive after taking a Water Dragon Bullet from Senju Tobirama, that would have made three brothers in total.

Such hatred...

"Damn Senju!"

Madara seethed inwardly. Although he and Hashirama had both been putting on an act, their younger brothers had been fighting to kill. Since all of his own brothers had died, that damned Senju Tobirama gave Madara's brothers "special attention," specifically targeting any of them who were alone and beating them to death.

"Mm. You two brothers should head back. Once the battle plan is ready, I'll explain it to you in detail."

After speaking, Uchiha Tajima did not forget to remind them,

"Gen suffered a severe blow to the head. When you visit him, do not say anything that might provoke him."

"Understood, Father. We'll definitely keep that in mind."

Seeing Madara say this, Uchiha Tajima nodded. Whatever else might be said of the Uchiha Clan, their obsession with their younger brothers had been passed down through generations.

After Madara and Izuna left, Tajima took out a map again and pondered it carefully. Earlier intelligence had reported that Hashirama, Senju Butsuma's son, was considering taking a wife. It would almost certainly be a marriage alliance with the Uzumaki, deepening the relationship between the two clans and gaining an ally in the process.

But could he let that happen? Tajima thought to himself. His family alone definitely could not pull it off. If one clan faced the combined guard forces of the Senju and Uzumaki Clans, their losses would surely be immense. Therefore, he needed to bring in some hired muscle.

Hired muscle?

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Uchiha Tajima's mind. He had heard from the clan members that the mountain behind the shrine was covered in Frostbone Grass. That stuff seemed to be urgently needed by the Kaguya Clan. If he used it as bargaining material, would the Kaguya Clan not do whatever he wanted?

With that fearless vanguard around, would sabotaging this marriage alliance not be as easy as turning over his hand?

Having figured it out, Uchiha Tajima grinned from ear to ear. That night, he devoured three large bowls of rice all by himself.

Compared to the Uchiha Clan's eager fighting spirit at that moment,

Uchiha Gen, still lying in the ward, felt like he no longer had anything to live for.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Replying to Third Young Master, I am Uchiha Ueki, a medical officer of the Uchiha Clan. I am currently responsible for your treatment."

After saying that, Uchiha Ueki kept a straight face and began meticulously examining Uchiha Gen's body. Uchiha Gen lay blankly on the bed without moving.

Three huge question marks floated through Lu Ziyuan's mind. Where am I? Who am I? What am I supposed to do?

Oh, I'm the Uchiha Clan's third young master, the third son of Clan Leader Tajima, Madara's younger brother!...

Fuck, who wanted this kind of transmigration?! God, even if you'd made me an ordinary clansman, that would have been fine! Why did I have to become Madara's younger brother?

As everyone knew, according to the limited records, Madara had only one younger brother: Uchiha Izuna. In the end, he had been killed by a Flying Thunder God Slash from Senju Tobirama. And judging by Madara's lonely old-man appearance in the later Shippuden, none of his other brothers should have survived either.

In other words, he, Uchiha Gen, was the one whose name had been hung up on the history of the Naruto World. What the hell was this?!

"No, I'm not some Third Young Master! Who are you?! What are you doing here?! Get away from me!"

Uchiha Ueki had no intention of responding to Lu Ziyuan. After finishing the examination, he nodded to himself.

"Third Young Master, although I do not know what you are talking about, this old man can at least say that your life is no longer in danger. I shall take my leave."

Uchiha Ueki showed no expression on his face, but inwardly he was deeply saddened. He had not expected the Third Young Master to damage his head so badly in that collision that he began saying things no one could understand after eating.

Shaking his head, he simply left. The boy's life had been saved, so his duty was complete. He would have an explanation for the clan leader as well.

Lu Ziyuan stared blankly at the ceiling, waves churning in his heart for a long time without settling.

He had thought he had been kidnapped, but it turned out he had died!

He had thought he was a die-hard Naruto fan, but it turned out he was in the Naruto World!!

He had thought he drank fake alcohol, but it turned out his skull had been cracked open!!!

Lu Ziyuan pulled up the blanket, covered himself, and curled into a tiny ball.

"Damn it! I have no impression of this Uchiha Gen at all. Was there even someone like him among the Uchiha? Don't tell me I really got some cannon-fodder script?"

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, utterly at a loss. Thinking back to his old life, at least he had a stable job. It had been bitter and exhausting, but at least he had lived with peace of mind.

But what was this place? The Warring States Era!!

The average lifespan was less than thirty years!!

Lu Ziyuan's face turned pale, and his lips were bloodless. It would have been fine even if he had gone to some year in Konoha—at least he could have muddled through the rest of his life with his limited memories.

But he had absolutely no memory of the Warring States Era!!

He only remembered that Madara and Hashirama fought after becoming clan leaders, then founded Konoha.