A Reincarnator of the Uchiha Clan

Moonlight spilled over the buildings as the wind swept through the leaves. It was late at night.

It was now Konoha Year 35. A full three years had passed since the outbreak of the Second Shinobi World War.

Once prosperous, Konoha now seemed somewhat desolate and silent in the dead of night.

To prevent enemy spies from causing trouble during the war, Konoha's curfew had been in effect for a long time. The only sounds in the middle of the night perhaps came from ANBU and Guard Unit ninja patrols.

Inside a moderately sized house in the Uchiha Clan Compound.

Under the dim yellow light, Uchiha Meikyō stared at his reflection in the mirror.

In the mirror, a pair of crimson Single Tomoe Sharingan gleamed in his eyes.

"Uchiha... Meikyō?"

Looking at that youthful yet handsome face in the mirror, he could not help shifting his gaze to the wristwatch on his arm and muttering to himself.

To be honest, he had considered the possibility of coming to the Naruto World, but he had never expected it to happen in this way.

He had originally been a Reincarnator who had just entered the Reincarnation Space. Before he could even carry out his first mission, an internal rebellion had erupted within the Reincarnation Space. They had even blown up the world-transfer device, causing him, who had just stepped through the portal to begin his first mission, to be sent to this world.

He had even somehow become a member of the Uchiha Clan.

With the Sharingan activated, the movements of the entire world seemed to slow down in Uchiha Meikyō's eyes.

It was not truly slowing down. Rather, it was the enhanced dynamic vision granted by the Sharingan, along with its exceptionally sharp perception.

Under the Sharingan's gaze, several lines of small text clearly appeared on the Reincarnator's Wristwatch screen.

Reincarnator ID: 95277

Current mission: ...@#...**? Information incomplete, connection to the Reincarnation Space main system lost...

Under normal circumstances, even in the myriad worlds, the Reincarnator's Wristwatch should have been able to connect to the Reincarnation Space and accept missions. But judging from the current situation...

It seemed that the high-level Reincarnators who had started the rebellion had ultimately won.

The Reincarnation Space was likely no more. This wristwatch might now serve no greater purpose than an ordinary watch that told the time.

Feeling the Chakra drain caused by keeping his Sharingan activated for too long, Uchiha Meikyō blinked several times. After a few attempts, he finally managed to deactivate it.

After all, this body was only ten years old. Although the memories showed that the original owner had excelled at the Ninja Academy, his Chakra reserves were ultimately limited by his body and could not sustain the Sharingan for long.

Come to think of it, this pair of Single Tomoe Sharingan had only awakened when he had first transmigrated into this body. After devouring and merging with the original owner's soul, his Mental Energy had surged dramatically.

Once his bloodline had awakened, both the quality and quantity of his Chakra would rise by a stage. By then, as his control over the Sharingan improved, this problem should no longer occur.

After glancing at the clock on the wall, Meikyō decided that it was still too early to sleep. He turned and sat down at the desk, switching on the lamp.

The desk was cluttered with test papers and homework sent back from the Ninja Academy, several fountain pens that had run dry, and a few other items.

Uchiha Meikyō had just picked up a notebook from the desk and was about to record the information in his mind regarding the future events of this world when his pen halted the moment it touched the paper.

Ninja were undoubtedly extremely capable of obtaining intelligence. If he wrote it down, he had to be prepared for someone else to discover it.

Japanese was definitely out of the question.

Chinese and Japanese were highly similar, making them not especially difficult to decipher. Even pinyin or English amounted to systematic languages with precise patterns of use. If an organization specializing in intelligence, such as ANBU or the Intelligence Division, obtained enough samples, it could discover the patterns and gradually decipher them.

In fact, the Ninja Academy alone taught several simple methods for cracking ciphers.

That was not secure either.

The pen tip lingered over the paper for a long time, eventually leaving behind a large black dot. Uchiha Meikyō finally put the pen away without writing anything further. He merely turned off the desk lamp, returned to the bedside, and quietly considered his future path.

His identity after transmigrating was actually not bad. Not only was he a member of the Uchiha Clan, which possessed the Six Paths Bloodline, but his natural talent was also outstanding. He had firmly held first place among the Fourth-year students of this Ninja Academy class.

This was also related to his family education. The original owner's parents had both awakened the Sharingan. Though both had only possessed a Single Tomoe and remained Chunin even after years of effort, their Uchiha background still gave him a considerable advantage at the starting line.

Only...

He recalled the original owner's memories from yesterday and fell silent.

Yesterday, a battle report had arrived from the front lines. Hatake Sakumo, the Konoha White Fang, had led an elite force in a surprise flanking attack, killing two Sunagakure higher-ups, turning around the situation on the front lines and greatly boosting the morale of Konoha's citizens.

Yet several casualty lists from the front lines had been delivered alongside it—his parents' names had been on them.

It was also because the original owner had been overwhelmed by grief and his spirit had weakened that Meikyō had taken advantage of the opportunity.

After steadying his emotions, he deactivated his Sharingan as he had done before. Uchiha Meikyō let out a long sigh, turned off the light, and prepared to go to bed.

He was far too weak right now. There was simply nothing he could do.

But fortunately, there were still more than ten years before the Uchiha Clan Downfall. For now, he could only take things one step at a time and make further plans for the future according to the circumstances.

Morning.

Bright sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains onto the neatly made bed.

Uchiha Meikyō had long since washed up and gotten dressed. After heading to a nearby Uchiha Hand-baked shop to buy breakfast, he hurried home.

Throughout the previous night, he had carefully absorbed the memories left behind by the original owner so that he could better understand the information surrounding him.

By morning, the little house was filled with the sounds of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, things clattering and banging.

He needed to search the house for anything useful.

At noon, he merely hurriedly ate a cup of instant noodles before Uchiha Meikyō got back to work. It was not until the afternoon that he finally sorted out a few useful things.

First and foremost, the most important thing was naturally money.

He had not even graduated from the Ninja Academy yet, so he had virtually no ability to earn money.

Although the Uchiha Clan, as one of the great families of the Ninja World, placed immense importance on its bloodline and took good care of clan members who had become orphans, providing them with some financial assistance every year, it was at most enough for him to muddle through day by day until graduation.