Chapter 1: Uchiha Daily Routine
Konoha — Uchiha Clan Compound.
Inside an antique, elegantly furnished study, an old man and a young man sat facing each other.
Uchiha Setsuna, the Great Elder of the most prestigious clan in the shinobi world, looked with satisfaction at his handsome eldest grandson, whose sharp brows and bright eyes were evident, before speaking slowly.
"Seiran, that Sarutobi monkey has convened another jōnin council meeting. It looks like the Senju faction on the front lines is about to collapse."
The elderly man, with a sinister and arrogant face and nearing sixty years old, showed no respect whatsoever in his words toward Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Hokage of Konoha, one of the Five Great Ninja Villages.
As he spoke, clear disdain and contempt flashed in his eyes.
He snorted coldly.
"If the Hokage position had fallen to our Uchiha clan, how could the other villages dare act so presumptuously? Utter incompetence!"
"Back then, if Uzumaki Mito hadn't insisted on going her own way, Sarutobi Monkey and those others should have been sent to the interrogation room. Who knows — perhaps they were the ones who caused the death of that evil Senju Tobirama!"
At this point, Uchiha Setsuna let out a mocking laugh.
"The Second Hokage died in battle, yet the Hokage Guard Unit that was supposed to protect him returned to the village completely unharmed after being pursued by Kumogakure—and one of them even became the Third Hokage!"
"The position of Hokage, privately passed down within the Senju faction—how utterly ridiculous! Absolutely outrageous!"
In Konoha, the Hokage position was first decided by a nomination list proposed by the village leadership, then voted on by all registered jōnin in the village, and finally submitted to the Fire Daimyō for confirmation.
Unfortunately, although the Uchiha clan possessed overwhelming strength, they had long been openly suppressed by the Senju faction and couldn't even pass the first stage of nomination.
In the end, surviving in this world wasn't about punching your way through everything with brute force—it depended on background and connections.
Watching his grandfather once again engage in his daily ritual of insulting the Hokage, Uchiha Seiran had long since grown accustomed to it.
He slowly lifted the teacup in front of him; his expression clearly showed that the words were going in one ear and out the other.
Taking a small sip, his clear black-and-white eyes drifted toward the blue sky and white clouds outside the window as he fell into thought.
Or more precisely, his consciousness entered the Sharingan space that had been born along with his transmigration — something that could be considered his cheat ability.
There were no reference points in this void, making it impossible to distinguish up from down or left from right. Only a cyan-white stone gate stood silently in the emptiness.
The gate was tightly shut, with no extra decorations, appearing ancient and solemn.
'A great war is approaching. Hopefully I can get something good today.'
Uchiha Seiran skillfully placed his hand on the stone door while channeling the power of his Sharingan into it.
A faint glow lit up across the gate. Twisting patterns appeared, connecting end to end, forming vague, barely visible characters.
'Since awakening my Sharingan, I've been pouring pupil power into this stone gate for more than ten years. Yet truly opening it is still a long way off.'
Looking at the ancient patterns on the stone gate, Uchiha Seiran sighed inwardly.
Having lived two lifetimes, he awakened his Sharingan at the age of six. Now, at eighteen, he already possessed Kage-level strength, making him one of the leading figures among the younger generation of the clan.
Day after day, he continuously poured Sharingan pupil power into the stone gate. The patterns had already spread across most of its surface.
But at the current rate, it would take at least another ten years for the patterns to spread across the entire gate.
'Only by evolving my Sharingan into the Mangekyō, gaining more and higher-quality pupil power, can the process be accelerated.'
As Uchiha Seiran pondered, the stone gate emitted a faint glow that condensed into a floating bubble in front of him.
Inside it, he saw something… rather interesting.
From its appearance, it was a slender, sexy woman wearing a tight skirt.
But her entire body was covered in blood. One eyeball hung loosely from its socket, and a large chunk of flesh had been bitten away from her neck.
Its limbs twisted and struggled, its blood-soaked mouth opening wide in a silent snarl.
'I didn't expect even zombies to show up. Who knows what surprises the stone gate will bring once it fully opens?'
Although Uchiha Seiran had long known that the items obtained from the stone gate were entirely random and unreliable.
At first, he could draw things like adult novels or roadside weeds. But as his Sharingan evolved, the contents appearing inside the bubbles gradually became more practical.
For example, a Nichirin Blade from the world of Demon Slayer, and magic from the world of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End—magic he could learn and activate using the pupil power of his mutated Sharingan.
So far, aside from living creatures, almost anything strange or miscellaneous could appear.
However, the randomness was too great. Over the years, the items produced by the stone gate hadn't provided much direct benefit to Uchiha Seiran.
He couldn't achieve the kind of growth those transmigrator peers bragged about — becoming a jōnin at three, Kage-level at five, or stepping into Six Paths power at seven.
Getting something truly useful depended entirely on luck.
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Item: Corpse
Evaluation: A corpse from another world. Only the genetic virus within it has minor research value.
Origin: High School of the Dead
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'Tch… High School of the Dead. If I had a capable research team, this might actually be useful.'
'If it shares a world setting with Resident Evil or even The First Infinite series, extracting the T-Virus and unlocking humanity's genetic limits would be a huge profit.'
As he skimmed through the information displayed by the bubble, Uchiha Seiran's eyes flickered.
Several brilliant scientists and medical experts from the Naruto world crossed his mind.
For now, he suppressed the impulse to draw blood from the zombie and inject it into someone to test evolutionary effects, placing the bubble containing the corpse aside.
After finishing his daily draw, Uchiha Seiran's consciousness returned to his body. He saw that his grandfather had finished his routine Hokage-bashing session and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat before turning his slightly cloudy gaze toward him.
After a moment of consideration, the old man spoke.
"After the jōnin assembly, Sarutobi Monkey held a private meeting with the clan head. He hopes our clan will head to the eastern battlefield to guard against the increasingly restless Kirigakure. Seiran, what do you think?"
"My opinion?"
Uchiha Seiran pondered briefly before asking in return,
"That depends on what our clan wants — and what situation we'll be facing."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
Uchiha Setsuna chuckled softly, his sharp gaze fixed on his grandson.
Powerful, capable, and intelligent.
Compared to the clan head's son, Uchiha Fugaku—who seemed dull at first glance—Seiran was superior in every way.
That indecisive boy thinks he can block Seiran from becoming clan head? Ridiculous.
Uchiha Setsuna sneered inwardly.
My grandson has the bearing of a clan leader!
But when he heard Uchiha Seiran's next words, the faint smile on his lips slowly faded.
"Grandfather, as long as Sarutobi Hiruzen and the others who were influenced by Senju Tobirama remain in Konoha's leadership, our clan's long-cherished dream of producing a Hokage will never be realized."
Noticing the Great Elder's twitching expression, Uchiha Seiran remained calm and continued after a brief pause.
"So rather than chasing the unrealistic position of Hokage, we should take every benefit Sarutobi Hiruzen is willing to offer."
"The growth of our clan is far more important than a Hokage title that exists only like a castle in the air."
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End of Chapter