Just as Sasuke was about to pass out from hunger, Chinatsu finally emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of something she had poured countless hours of effort into making... fried eggs!
The fried eggs were perfect, but at the end of the day, they were still just fried eggs.
Once the fervor that had gripped Chinatsu while frying the eggs faded, an overwhelming sense of embarrassment took its place.
"Sorry, this was all I managed to make."
Chinatsu helplessly set the plate on the dining table. Sasuke sniffed, then jolted upright in a sudden burst of energy.
Just fried eggs?
As far as Sasuke was concerned, these were far, far tastier than anything he could get elsewhere. In no time, he had devoured every fried egg Chinatsu had made, leaving him with a satisfied expression.
"Sis... your fried eggs still taste just like they used to. They're delicious."
"R-really?"
Chinatsu smiled awkwardly and turned away, wondering whether the original owner of her body had also used the Sharingan to fry eggs. After all, she had made these with hers activated.
Oh, whatever! I'll stop thinking about that for now!
Sasuke's already started training, so I need to put in some effort too!
I might be a shut-in, but I'm a woman of action!
Of course, that was also because she had little choice.
After all, she had transmigrated into the world of Naruto, and she was Sasuke's older sister-one of the Uchiha Clan's only surviving members after the massacre.
What an awful identity to get stuck with. Couldn't I have landed in a more peaceful world, or at least gotten a less troublesome identity?
Like going to the world of One Piece next door and becoming Luffy's older sister or something. I'd have my little brother to back me up and old man Garp to protect me. Wouldn't that be a better deal than this?
With this identity... it was easy to imagine what awaited her if she wasn't strong enough.
Chinatsu was no fool. Even setting aside assassins from other villages, Shimura Danzō and his "Root" right here in Konoha would be more than enough trouble for her.
If people from another village captured her, they might force her into marriage to claim the Uchiha bloodline for themselves.
If Shimura Danzō captured her, there was no question about it. Even if she was lucky, she would end up blind-and the kind of blind where her eyeballs were gone entirely. If she was unlucky... her transmigration adventure would end right there.
At the very least... I need to reach Kage level!
There's still plenty of time before Naruto's main storyline starts, and this body seems pretty talented. I refuse to believe I can't reach a measly Kage level!
Chinatsu's blood instantly fired up. She clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with determination.
Sasuke, who was beside her, froze briefly at the sight before hopping down from his seat. "Sis, I'm going back to practice!" he announced, then quickly ran out of the living room.
Chinatsu watched him go without stopping him. Training this intensely would certainly cause problems for an ordinary child, but Sasuke should be fine. After all, he was Indra's reincarnation...
Rather than focusing on Sasuke, Chinatsu felt it was time to turn her attention to herself. Several days had passed since she transmigrated, and all her attention had been on him.
As she thought, Chinatsu walked out of the living room and unconsciously returned to her own bedroom.
By the time she snapped out of her thoughts, she noticed a small, oddly familiar notebook on the little table in her room.
"Hmm... is this... a notebook?"
Chinatsu picked it up from the table and casually flipped through it. She had yet to read it closely, but it was definitely filled with notes.
What self-respecting person keeps notes?
It was me? Never mind, then. (◔◡◔)
Chinatsu sat down nearby, turned the notebook to the first page, and began reading carefully.
Page one: I graduated from the Ninja Academy. This is great! I'm still only a Genin, but I'll work hard!
Page three: I have three innate chakra natures: wind, lightning, and fire. Even my instructor says I'm talented. If I keep working hard, could I surpass that brat Itachi? The more I think about it, the more motivated I get!
Page eight: I'm good too, so why does everyone in the clan only praise Itachi? I've completed plenty of missions, and I'll be a Chunin soon!
Page sixteen: I became a Chunin... but the clan's attitude toward me hasn't changed much... They all tell me to act more ladylike, and they even want me to stop going out on missions. I can accept putting on a ladylike act, but giving up missions? I absolutely refuse!
Page twenty-three: What? I'm engaged? Why didn't anyone ask what I thought? I'm still young, and I still want to become a Jonin. My goal is to become Hokage.
Page thirty: Today marks seven days since I left my ninja team. Staying in the clan compound all the time is so boring. It would be one thing if nobody else were around, but I have to spend time with well-behaved children too. Pretending to be a lady is exhausting...
Page thirty-two: Something feels off about the atmosphere in the clan lately. I asked the elders, but none of them will tell me why. My professional ninja instincts tell me something big is definitely about to happen...
Page thirty-three: I'm getting ready to run away. What's the point of being kept prisoner? Rather than becoming a Yamato Nadeshiko who lets others control her, I want to live my own life. Tomorrow, I'll definitely escape!
The entries ended on page thirty-three, because there had been no chance to write page thirty-four. The Uchiha Clan's rebellion and Uchiha Itachi's massacre had begun the day after that entry was written...
As she looked at the notebook, the original owner's fragmented memories gradually began to surface.
At first, Chinatsu had only a vague impression of what kind of person the original owner had been, but now that impression had become much more fully formed.
"In a way, she was pretty similar to me..."
Chinatsu closed the notebook in her hands and let out a breath. She had only read some notes, yet it felt as though she had lived a second life.
It was an incredibly strange feeling, one that nobody but a transmigrator could truly understand.
"Don't worry. You didn't want to become a proper lady, and there's no way I could become one either. As for your determination to grow stronger, I'll take it from here. I'll do my best to survive in this world."
Chinatsu took a deep breath, turned toward the table beside her, and picked up a pen. Then she opened the notebook to the page after the last entry.
I'll finish the diary you never got to complete!
What? What self-respecting person keeps a diary?
Sorry, I wasn't a self-respecting person to begin with.
With a confident smile, Chinatsu lowered her black pen to the next page of the notebook and earnestly began writing out her training plans.
One item on that training plan stood out-master the A-rank Lightning Release Ninjutsu, Chidori.
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