Is My Transmigration Pose Wrong?

In a daze, the night passed, and Lu Ziyuan fell asleep amid that atmosphere.

In his dream, a spiky-haired brat kept picking fights with him, seemingly trying to fight over something important.

Anger surged through Lu Ziyuan, and evil rose in his heart. You think I'm going to put up with that?

He beat that half-grown little brat to the ground in just a few moves.

The next morning, Lu Ziyuan began shouting half-deadly as usual:

"I'm starving!"

"I'm going to starve to death!"

Sure enough, it was that horse-faced guy from yesterday who came to deliver his food. That horse-face seemed to be called something like Ueki?

He was always taking advantage of Lu Ziyuan while he ate, touching his body. He would have to get Madara to quietly kill him someday. How could medical staff have such a pervert among them?

"Phew... that felt good."

Though the dishes he brought always had a strange old-pickle-jar smell to them. Maybe that was a specialty on the Hokage side of things.

Huh?

Lu Ziyuan suddenly discovered many unfamiliar yet "familiar" memories in his mind. They seemed to be this body's original memories.

"But why did they only merge after so long? How strange."

Lu Ziyuan adopted the mindset of a citizen of the great Celestial Empire: since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Hokage it was, then.

Besides, as an experienced webnovel reader, he knew that plenty of transmigrator predecessors had already come to this place.

Wasn't it simply his turn now?

"Heh heh, those harems, starting-with-a-sign-in, system-mission, commoner-rise-to-power types... today, let's see what kind of opening I get."

"System! Activate!!"

Half an hour passed.

Lu Ziyuan stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, but there was still no response from the system.

"Huh? Where's my cheat?"

When the system refused to appear for so long, he began to feel uneasy.

"It can't be, right? Who transmigrates these days without a cheat? If I have nothing at all, wouldn't that be a straight-up useless-trash opening?"

"What era is this? Underdog stories have been out of fashion for ages. I definitely have something... definitely."

"Storage? Space! Guardian spirit? Stand? Sign-in? Awakening..."

By noon, the sun was high in the sky, and scorching sunlight streamed through the wide-open window, spilling across Uchiha Gen's lifeless face.

His eyes were dull as he lay spread-eagled on the bed, like a salted fish.

"Hahaha, little brother, I heard you woke up yesterday? As expected of my, Uchiha Izuna's, little brother. You recovered so quickly from such serious injuries."

Uchiha Izuna laughed wildly. At only twelve or thirteen, he already acted like a little adult, walking briskly into the room with his hands behind his back.

But when he took a closer look, his little brother did not seem to be in very good shape?

"Third Brother? What's wrong? Why do you look like you've lost your soul?"

Uchiha Gen's mouth hung slightly open as he turned his head to glance at this body's older brother. That spiky hair was impossibly conspicuous, and he looked just like Uchiha Sasuke.

The sense of déjà vu was too strong. Uchiha Gen's mouth twitched, and he continued basking in the sun.

Seeing that his little brother ignored him, Izuna found it rather strange. Could he be in a bad mood?

"Third Brother, why do you look like you have something on your mind? Tell your second brother about it, and I'll give you some advice."

"...It's nothing. I'm just... tired."

Izuna scratched his head. Catching sight of Uchiha Gen's pale little face, inspiration suddenly struck him. Right! His little brother was recovering and needed plenty of nutrition.

"Little brother! Do you want fish? There's a big river not far from our Clan Land. We used to go there often to train together. I remember that you used to love the fish Eldest Brother grilled the most."

Uchiha Gen shook his head without speaking. He was not in the mood to eat.

"Then... little brother! Once you're healed, how about I teach you a new ninjutsu? The Fire Dragon Flame Bullet, powerful enough to rival the Water Dragon Bullet! Do you want to learn it?"

After saying that, Izuna looked at his little brother expectantly, hoping for some reaction.

The entire morning slowly passed like that. Izuna tirelessly tried all sorts of ways to coax Uchiha Gen, occasionally telling cold jokes. Uchiha Gen did not laugh, but Izuna himself had a great time.

In the end, with no other choice, Uchiha Gen agreed to talk about it after his injuries had healed. He repeatedly stressed that he was simply in a bad mood, and only then did he finally send the chattering Uchiha Izuna away.

"Uchiha, then Uchiha it is."

Sigh...

Since he had taken over this body, he naturally had to shoulder everything that came with it.

Besides, from everything Izuna had said, he could tell that the concern between the lines was genuine. Izuna truly regarded him as his little brother.

That warmth of family made him feel somewhat relieved.

"Fine, then. These old bones of mine should have some youthful vigor too."

His original body had been over thirty and in suboptimal health. Even doing a few push-ups had been difficult.

Uchiha Gen sat up and felt out this body's strength. Though his head had been injured, the soul transmigration had strengthened his soul, which in turn fed back into his body and significantly improved his recovery ability.

Moreover, people in the Hokage world had one hundred and thirty trillion cells, three or four times as many as ordinary modern humans.

So this injury would take less than a week at most to heal.

"So this is Chakra?"

Uchiha Gen could feel a warm current within his body that he could control at will, flowing through various channels to reach every part of him.

"With this amount, I don't know whether it counts as much or little. It probably isn't weak."

Without anything to compare it to, Uchiha Gen did not know what level of strength he possessed. Still, if he could go to war, he was at least Genin-level.

Now that he knew he had no cheat, he had to make preparations early. The first step was to examine his own potential and talent.

The second step was to find a way to survive until Konoha was established. In the future, he would avoid the battlefield whenever possible and keep all danger away from himself.

The third step was to use his memories to secure more power for himself. At the very least, he had to reach Kaguya Otsutsuki's level of strength.

Otherwise, getting caught in the Infinite Tsukuyomi at the end would be troublesome.

The Infinite Tsukuyomi was a Six Paths technique activated through the moon. Its range covered the entire world, so hiding anywhere would not help.

He got out of bed and looked at his little feet. They were rather miniature.

"Right, I'm only twelve now, and Madara is only eighteen in these memories?"

Recalling the plot of the anime, Madara and Hashirama had both been nearly thirty when Konoha was established. That meant there was still time?

"About ten years left! That should be enough time to grow."

After putting on his shoes, he walked out of the wooden house.

There were few buildings around, with wide spaces between them, yet quite a few Uchiha clan members came and went. Most of them wore white clothing.

"Looks like this place is for housing injured clan members."

Comparing himself with the others, he realized that he was rather short. Most of them were at least a head taller than him.

At thirteen, this height seemed a little short for the Hokage world. Uchiha Gen had noticed before that his second brother, Izuna, seemed to be around 1.7 meters tall.

They were clearly biological brothers, so why did he look malnourished? Could it be that someone had been skimming off his food rations?