First arrival in the Naruto world

"Look, that kid's doing that sluggish martial art again. What a joke."

"Yeah. Who knows why he keeps practicing something even old ladies wouldn't bother with?"

"Forget him. He's a disgrace to us Uchiha. If you ask me, the clan head and Clan Elders should kick him out and strip him of the right to use the Uchiha name."

A group of children in dark blue robes, their backs bearing a red-and-white clan crest resembling a table tennis paddle, pointed and sneered at a frail, pale-faced child in a tattered Haku robe.

"Leave him alone. He practices those sluggish moves every day instead of training in the clan's taijutsu. I have no idea what he's doing. What a disgrace to the Uchiha. Let's go play ninja!"

"Yeah, forget him. Maybe the Clan Elders and clan head will kick him out one of these days."

The children left in twos and threes, arranging to play Ninja together.

The Haku-robed child continued repeating his movements with an indifferent expression, utterly unconcerned with what they thought of him.

After finishing a set, he collapsed onto the ground, resting his hands behind his head as he watched the Haku clouds drift across the sky. A light breeze stirred strands of his hair.

A trace of longing surfaced in his dark eyes.

Three years. How did I end up transmigrating into the Naruto world out of nowhere? Sure, I belong to the powerful Uchiha Clan, but I have no standing here at all. My parents were only ordinary chunin, ordinary Uchiha Clan Members who never awakened their Sharingan. Ah, I miss the food and phones from my previous life!

The child's name was Uchiha Qingyun, and he was not a native of the Naruto world. In his previous life, he had been a gaming enthusiast. While playing a crossover martial arts game, he had fought an entire sect single-handedly. When he finally wiped it out, his excitement caused him to knock over the coffee on his desk, and he was electrocuted to death.

Afterward, he transmigrated into the Naruto world, into the body of this child named Uchiha Qingyun.

When he first arrived, he was in a mourning hall. While he stood there utterly bewildered, the original owner's memories merged with his adult mind, instantly awakening his Sharingan.

Only after absorbing those memories did he realize he had transmigrated into the Naruto world.

A sharp pain stabbed through his eyes, and he hurried over to a mirror. Only then did he discover that he had awakened his Sharingan. He quickly wiped the bloody streaks from his face, deactivated it, and resolved to guard this secret with his life.

Although he did not know which period of the Naruto story this was, the fact that the Uchiha had not been massacred meant Danzo was still active in Konoha.

If that scheming old bastard discovered he had awakened his Sharingan at just three years old, he would eat him alive.

And then there was that effeminate Aunt Snake. The thought of him made Qingyun shudder, goosebumps rising all over his body.

He hurriedly cut off those wild thoughts and began sorting through the original owner's pitifully sparse memories.

He eventually learned that he had been frail since infancy and shunned by his fellow Uchiha Clan Members. His parents had only been ordinary chunin, and now, tragically, ninja from Kirigakure had killed them.

After his parents died, his situation grew even worse. Without his neighbors' help, he would not even have been able to bury them.

The original owner had probably suffered such a severe shock from his parents' deaths that his Sharingan had begun to awaken. But he had been too young and too frail, and he had died in the process. Qingyun had taken over his body, and only by merging with his adult mind had the Sharingan fully awakened.

What was more, it had awakened with two tomoe. If word got out, it would cause an enormous uproar.

At first, Qingyun had been thrilled to awaken his Sharingan, but that excitement soon faded.

He found the chakra extraction method his parents had left behind and practiced it all night, finally producing a trace of chakra. Yet that tiny trace had also caused him to pass out.

Qingyun was dejected. What did it matter if he had awakened his Sharingan? Without Chakra, he was still an ordinary person, with nothing more than slightly better eyesight.

Worse, as a member of the Uchiha Clan, he was not even as well off as an ordinary person. At least ordinary people could live normal lives in Konoha. But him? He could only wait for Itachi to join forces with the Uchiha lunatic, Obito, and Danzo, who lurked in the shadows greedily eyeing the Sharingan, to massacre the clan. Without strength, he was destined to die in that battle.

Just as Qingyun sank into despair, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

Ding. Martial Ancestor System activated. Binding to host. Binding successful. Issuing beginner gift pack and instruction manual. Would you like to claim them?

Hearing the voice in his mind, Qingyun was startled at first, then ecstatic. He hurriedly shouted, "Claim!"

Host, you idiot. You only need to claim it with a thought. Beginner gift pack issued. Host rewarded with one Tai Chi Fist manual and one instruction manual. Beginner gift pack successfully delivered. Intelligent service going offline. Goodbye, idiot!

Qingyun froze. The system had mercilessly mocked him, and he was about to snap back, but its intelligent service had already gone offline. He ground his teeth, his Sharingan activating on its own. The two tomoe spun rapidly, almost as though they were about to turn straight into a Mangekyo.

That, of course, was impossible. Only after spending a long time calming himself down did Qingyun examine the system's instruction manual.

Through missions, the Martial Ancestor System could provide every martial technique, divine weapon, miraculous medicine, and wondrous treasure found in the Chinese martial arts television dramas of his previous life.

Reading it made Qingyun's blood surge with excitement. Although the Naruto world was a high-powered martial world bordering on immortal fantasy, those television dramas from his previous life were no pushovers either. The techniques of some high-powered martial worlds were not inferior to those of Naruto in the slightest; in fact, they far surpassed them.

With this cheat, I'll be able to dominate the Naruto world. That snake freak, that sneaky old bastard Danzo, the Uchiha's filial son and that lunatic—all of you can die!

As Qingyun brimmed with confidence, he had no idea that for the next three years, he would do nothing but slowly practice Tai Chi Fist and endure the scene that had just played out.

After reading the instructions, Qingyun clicked to claim Tai Chi Fist. Its movements and internal cultivation method immediately poured into his mind.

Qingyun closed his eyes and examined them carefully. He discovered that the system had modified this Tai Chi Fist, allowing him to open a Dantian within his body to store Internal Force, which could also be converted into Chakra.

Naturally, Qingyun was overjoyed. Yet after trying for an entire day, he opened his eyes, ravenous, and helplessly got up to make instant noodles.

His body was too frail to produce any internal force. He could only nurse it back to health gradually.

That recovery took Qingyun three years. Fortunately, he had survivor benefits. Though the payments were small, they at least kept him from starving to death.

Lying on the ground with a foxtail grass stem between his teeth, he thought back over the past three years. Then he sighed, rolled to his feet, and resumed practicing Tai Chi Fist.

Tai Chi Fist had been a famous internal martial art in his previous life. Its gradual progression made it ideal for building a foundation, and it ranked alongside the Shaolin Temple's Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic and Marrow-Cleansing Classic as one of the three great foundational Cultivation Techniques.

Tai Chi Fist was easy to learn but difficult to master. With its internal cultivation method lost to later generations, it had gradually been adapted into a health exercise for elderly men and women.

Years of practice could promote longevity, but the Tai Chi Fist Qingyun had received was Patriarch Sanfeng's original version, so it was naturally complete.

After three years of uninterrupted practice, Qingyun still looked frail, but the Tai Chi energy he had cultivated had already fully repaired his muscles and bones. Traces of internal force had also begun to emerge within him. Though there was little of it, it gave him tremendous Shin.

His only regret was that, for the past three years, the system seemed to have crashed. It had never issued a single mission and never responded, no matter how he called out to it. If not for its twenty-cubic-meter System Space and the Tai Chi Fist he practiced every day, Qingyun would have thought he had imagined the system entirely.

As he practiced Tai Chi Fist, he contemplated the Way of Tai Chi. Only when the sky gradually darkened did he stop and return to his little home to make instant noodles.

Sadly, Qingyun had lived on instant noodles for all three years. After helping him bury his parents, his neighbors had gradually distanced themselves from him.

There were parasites everywhere, and the Uchiha Clan was no exception. Uchiha Ichigo, who managed the area where Qingyun lived, not only frequently embezzled his survivor benefits but had recently driven him out to the edge of the clan's grounds.

The Clan Elders were far above him, and an ordinary Clan Members like him had no way of meeting them.

So Qingyun did not resist. He endured it in silence and practiced Tai Chi Fist without fail, rain or shine, hoping that one day, once he was strong enough, he would no longer have to suffer such humiliation.

The system has issued a new mission. Would you like to accept?