They Came... But Could He Start Over?

Lu Ziyuan had originally been an exemplary corporate drone in the 2030s of the twenty-first century. He had just turned thirty, the prime age for burning bright for the capitalists.

Because his daily life had been too miserable, with frequent 007 overtime shifts, he had gone alone to a little roadside restaurant to drown his sorrows.

Normally, he only spent twenty yuan on a meal, but that day, he splurged without hesitation, spending a hundred yuan on three dishes and two large bottles of draft beer.

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

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

This was a prayer that had to be held after every war. Besides paying respects to their ancestors, it was also a way to comfort themselves. After all, they might be joining them someday.

After the prayer ended, the Uchiha Clan leader, Uchiha Tajima, brought Madara and Izuna into the main hall.

"How is that boy Yuan?"

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

"Hmm..."

Tajima kept a stern face, unsure what he was thinking. He picked up his cup and stared blankly at it. Madara did not interrupt him, but Izuna beside him could no longer sit still.

"Father! Yuan almost died! I have to avenge him. I'll cut off that damned Senju Tobirama's head and use it as a chamber pot!"

"Izuna!"

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

Tajima finally finished thinking. He downed the water in his cup in one gulp and said:

"This time, our clan did not suffer many casualties. Senju Butsuma, on the other hand, suffered considerable losses. 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 difficult to distinguish between clan hatred and family hatred. Could the vengeance of blood relatives truly be set aside? Even if Hashirama did not care, what about his younger brother? Senju Tobirama had already killed two of Madara's brothers in a row!

If Yuan had not been so lucky, surviving even after taking a Water Dragon Bullet from Senju Tobirama, that would have made three brothers lost in total.

Such hatred...

"Damn Senju!"

Madara cursed inwardly. Although he and Hashirama had both been putting on an act, their younger brothers had been fighting for real. That damned Senju Tobirama, having lost all his own brothers, gave Madara's brothers "special care." Whenever they fought, he specifically targeted Madara's brothers when they were alone and tried to kill them.

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

After Uchiha Tajima spoke, he did not forget to remind them:

"That child Yuan suffered a severe blow to the head. When you visit him, do not say anything too upsetting."

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

Seeing Madara say this, Uchiha Tajima nodded. The Uchiha Clan might have had its flaws, but this brother-complex was something passed down through every generation.

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

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

Muscle?

Suddenly, Uchiha Tajima had a flash of inspiration. He had heard from the clan members that the mountain behind the shrine was covered in Frostbone Grass. That stuff seemed to be something the Kaguya Clan desperately needed. If he used it as a bargaining chip, would the Kaguya Clan not do whatever he told them to?

With those fearless vanguards around, would disrupting this marriage alliance not be effortless?

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

Compared to the Uchiha Clan's restless desire for battle at that moment,

Uchiha Yuan, who was still lying in the hospital room, felt utterly hopeless.

"What did you say your name was?"

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

After speaking, Uchiha Ueki kept a straight face and meticulously began examining Uchiha Yuan's body, while Uchiha Yuan 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, he was 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?! Dear God, even making me an ordinary clan member would have been fine! Why did it have to be Madara's younger brother?

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

In other words, he, Uchiha Yuan, was the one recorded in the history of 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 paying Lu Ziyuan any attention. 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 finally say that your life is no longer in danger. I shall take my leave."

Uchiha Ueki showed no expression on his face, but he was deeply saddened inside. He had not expected the Third Young Master to damage his head so badly from that impact. After eating, he had even started saying things Ueki could not understand.

Shaking his head, he simply left. Since the young man's life had been saved, his duty was complete, and he had an explanation for the clan leader.

Lu Ziyuan stared blankly at the ceiling, a storm raging in his heart that refused to settle for a long time.

He had thought he had been kidnapped, only to find out he had died!

He had thought he was a diehard Naruto fan, only to find himself in the Naruto World!

He had thought he had drunk bad alcohol, only to find out his head had been split open!!!

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

"Damn it! I have absolutely no impression of this Uchiha Yuan. Was there even someone like him among the Uchiha? Could this really be some cannon-fodder script?"

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, completely at a loss. Thinking back to his former life, he had at least had a stable job. Though it was hard and exhausting, he had lived with peace of mind.

But what about here? The Warring States Era!!

The average lifespan was under thirty!!

Lu Ziyuan's face turned pale, and his lips were utterly bloodless. It would have been fine even if he had gone to some year in Konoha. At least he could have relied on his limited memories to survive the rest of his life.

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

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