Visiting My Dear Nephew

Bieshu Feifan had just finished his run, and his stamina had dropped somewhat.

Caught off guard by Uchiha Ji's sudden attack, he took several hard punches to the face before he could react.

Only after he was sent flying did Bieshu Feifan come to his senses.

This Uchiha Ji had no sense of fair play.

Bieshu Feifan had barely landed when Uchiha Ji pressed on, showing no intention of stopping.

He charged up and landed two more solid punches on Bieshu Feifan.

"You mother-"

The pain roused Bieshu Feifan's temper, and he instantly activated his Sharingan.

Although his eyes looked perfectly normal, his dynamic vision and anticipation instantly reached their peak.

As Uchiha Ji drove a fist toward Bieshu Feifan's face, he suddenly sensed a familiar fluctuation of chakra. A flicker of astonishment crossed his face.

He looked at Bieshu Feifan's eyes. They were not Sharingan.

Was I imagining it?

That glance inevitably caught Bieshu Feifan's eye-searing look as well, and Uchiha Ji felt his eyes hurt.

Uchiha Ji kept attacking.

But Bieshu Feifan dodged this punch and took the opportunity to throw one back.

"Oh, you do have a bit of the Uchiha touch."

Uchiha Ji offered that praise, then blocked Bieshu Feifan's attack and struck back.

With his three-tomoe-level Sharingan, Bieshu Feifan could easily see through the attacks of Uchiha Ji, who had not activated his eyes, but his physical abilities could not keep up.

After a few exchanges, as Uchiha Ji intensified his assault, Bieshu Feifan was utterly defeated.

Thud.

Bieshu Feifan fell to the ground, his skin scraped and his face swollen, while Uchiha Ji remained completely unscathed.

Uchiha Ji dusted off his hands and planted a foot on Bieshu Feifan's head.

"Kid, I really don't like your hairstyle. If I see it again, I'll beat you up every single time."

With that, Uchiha Ji kicked Bieshu Feifan away.

From beginning to end, Uchiha Ji had never once looked Bieshu Feifan squarely in the face.

He genuinely found the sight painful.

Every time he looked at Bieshu Feifan's hairstyle, he felt a faint ache in his Sharingan.

Still, that Bieshu Feifan really did seem like an Uchiha.

Bieshu Feifan lay on the ground for quite a while before he finally managed to climb to his feet.

An adult Uchiha with two tomoe possessed truly terrifying taijutsu.

Bieshu Feifan had given that fight everything he had, yet Uchiha Ji had not even activated his Sharingan.

Sure enough, a child could not compete in taijutsu.

After catching his breath, Bieshu Feifan tidied himself up a little and prepared to go to the Hokage's Office to find Hiruzen Sarutobi.

He was going to lodge a complaint that would leave Uchiha Ji penniless.

But before Bieshu Feifan could step outside, an Anbu came to his door.

"Bieshu Feifan, this is compensation from Lord Hokage."

The masked Anbu ninja stopped Bieshu Feifan and handed him a scroll.

Bieshu Feifan's expression darkened. Hiruzen Sarutobi knew he had been beaten up, and the Anbu had most likely been watching the whole time, yet they had refused to help.

But since Hiruzen Sarutobi had already sent an Anbu over, there was no room left to negotiate.

Clearly, Hiruzen Sarutobi did not want to see him.

Bieshu Feifan took the scroll the Anbu offered.

"Go tell my Hokage big brother that Uchiha Ji is very strong. He may well become the next Madara Uchiha someday, so tell him to watch out. If Uchiha Ji defects, I'm not confident I can take him down."

The Anbu rolled his eyes at Bieshu Feifan without answering, then vanished from his doorway with a Body Flicker Technique.

Bieshu Feifan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He would remember this beating, Uchiha Ji.

Back inside, Bieshu Feifan hurriedly opened the scroll without even stopping to rinse his mouth.

His brow immediately furrowed.

It contained another Fire Release Ninjutsu.

Did Hiruzen Sarutobi want him to fight the Uchiha to the bitter end that badly?

He did not have that kind of strength.

Putting away the ninjutsu scroll, Bieshu Feifan remained deeply annoyed about the inexplicable beating he had just received.

Even though he had gotten a fairly decent Fire Release Ninjutsu out of it,

he was still annoyed.

Uchiha Ji had come to his house for no reason, then beaten up the homeowner for no reason.

It left Bieshu Feifan feeling as though he had swallowed shit. His hairstyle had been messed up too, and he had spent a good deal of money on it.

The Uchiha really were born evil.

They did not deserve the Sharingan.

Still, he had to exercise, and he had to eat.

After a day's rest, the bruises on Bieshu Feifan's face had faded considerably, and he went to that barbershop again.

Walking down the street, Bieshu Feifan remained the center of attention wherever he went.

"Look, it's that kid."

"Hahaha, someone really did beat him up. I knew he wouldn't get far looking like that."

"Do you think Lord Hokage had someone beat him up? After all, he made Lord Third's portrait look like a tumor."

"Shut up. If you want to die, stay away from me."

Ignoring the chatter of these uncultured people, Bieshu Feifan headed straight for the barbershop owned by that rather creative barber.

But when he arrived, the shop had already been shut down.

Bieshu Feifan's expression darkened. He had been planning to get his hairstyle touched up.

At the same time, he found it suspicious.

Hiruzen Sarutobi had not come after him, the one wandering around with portraits of three Hokage on his head, but had instead made trouble for a barbershop owner.

Bieshu Feifan asked himself why Hiruzen Sarutobi would trouble a barbershop owner when he did not even treat him as a brother.

But remembering that Hiruzen Sarutobi could stand by and watch even a Shinobi like Hatake Sakumo die, shutting down a barbershop was hardly strange.

It was Hiruzen Sarutobi, after all. Nothing strange about it.

Over the next few days, Bieshu Feifan immersed himself in training.

Only Might Duy never came to see him again.

During his morning runs, the figure shouting about five hundred laps was also absent from Konoha's outskirts.

Bieshu Feifan's main focus lately was Magnet Release.

It was a kekkei genkai he could use directly to attack, and it combined offense and defense.

Bieshu Feifan had watched Naruto in his previous life many years ago and had long since forgotten what Magnet Release moves the anime featured.

So the model he worked hard to emulate

was actually Magneto.

After several days, he had made considerable gains.

The Senju's crippled Sage Body actually complemented Magnet Release remarkably well.

During this time, Bieshu Feifan also visited Konoha's hospital, but he never found another Senju body left behind in this world.

That clan really had integrated thoroughly into Konoha.

Today, he had made some more progress with Magnet Release, and his Fire Release and Wind Release had improved a little too.

In quite a good mood, Bieshu Feifan finished eating and headed to Might Duy's house, wanting to see what he was afraid of.

Bieshu Feifan bought some fruit and food and went straight to Might Duy's home.

Along the way, his hairstyle remained a subject of heated discussion among Konoha's villagers.

Knock, knock, knock.

Bieshu Feifan knocked on Might Duy's front door.

Might Duy's family was poor, something readily apparent from his house.

It was even smaller and older than Bieshu Feifan's original home.

"Coming."

A young voice came from behind the door. It was not Might Duy.

Creak.

The door opened, revealing a little green-clad boy with a bowl cut.

Bieshu Feifan's eyes lit up.

"Might Guy?"

Might Guy was tiny at this age and really did look like a watermelon.

Seeing that Bieshu Feifan knew him immediately piqued his interest.

"You know me? Are you my dad's friend?"

Bieshu Feifan chuckled and rubbed Might Guy's head.

It felt terrible. His hair was coarse and covered in grease and dandruff.

"I'm your dad's friend. Just call me Uncle Feifan."

Might Guy ushered Bieshu Feifan inside, his brow furrowing as he did.

"You don't look much older than me, do you? You don't even come up to my dad's shoulder. Why should I call you Uncle?"

Bieshu Feifan set his bag of fruit on the table, found himself a stool, and sat down.

"My nephew Guy, it's just the two of us here. If you don't want to call me Uncle, I won't hold it against you.

"But out in public, I'm a Shinobi and your father's colleague.

"And you haven't even started at the Ninja Academy. Tell me, what should you call me?"

Bieshu Feifan was actually a Shinobi. Might Guy's mind raced.

A Shinobi just like his dad—that really was extraordinary.

"Uncle Feifan,"

Might Guy called.

"Heh-heh-heh! You're no fool, kid. No fool at all! Hahahaha!"

Hearing Bieshu Feifan's laughter, Might Guy felt as though he had somehow been taken advantage of.

But since Bieshu Feifan was a Shinobi, calling him Uncle did not seem particularly embarrassing.

Even though Bieshu Feifan looked only a few years older than him and dressed very strangely.

"Uncle Feifan, why are you dressed like that? And your... head is really... strange too."

"Strange? This look is even more youthful than your dad's kappa outfit. It puts even your dad to shame."

"What? Even more youthful than my dad's jumpsuit?"

"Of course. Add a dance, and it's even more youthful."

"Really, Uncle Feifan? Can you teach me?"

"Of course, my dear nephew."

As the sky gradually darkened, Might Duy finally returned home after a tiring day.

But before he even reached the house, he heard a racket coming from inside.

He pushed open the door and saw his darling son dancing with someone even more youthful.

"You're the loveliest cloud on my horizon... Guy, dance!"

Might Guy performed a swaggering shuffle beside him.

With a thud, the ingredients in Might Duy's hands

fell to the floor.