In Konoha Hospital, Sasuke lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He could faintly hear the conversation of the nurses nearby.

"Is that him? That child..."

"His entire clan died overnight..."

"It was his brother who did it, right? He even killed his parents. So inhumane..."

"How pitiful."

Itachi, Mom and Dad, the village, the Third Hokage, the Uchiha clan...

Sasuke's mind was racing as fragmented memories attempted to reorganize themselves.

At the same time, another memory slowly began to surface.

Blue Star, China, university, parents, mortgage... Wait, mortgage?

"I just finished paying off my mortgage—what the heck?!"

Sasuke's eyes widened as he suddenly sat up in bed, his Sharingan's single tomoe clearly visible.

He shouted, startling the young nurses nearby, causing them to tremble in fear.

When they turned to look, they saw Sasuke had fainted again.

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Uchiha Clan Compound

The once-bustling neighborhood within the village now stood eerily silent.

As Sasuke walked through the streets, he couldn't help but recall what he saw the night he ran home.

Bloodstains covered the ground, along with the lifeless bodies of his clan members.

Now, all of that was gone, as if it had never happened.

"They sure cleaned up quickly, didn't leave a trace... Couldn't even leave me a scrap, huh? How rude," Sasuke muttered under his breath as he returned to his home.

In his memories, the atmosphere at home was warm and harmonious. His father was stern but kind at heart, while his mother was gentle and caring.

As for his brother...

"Traitorous fool, that brother of mine... What an idiot," Sasuke thought bitterly.

Walking up to the door, the once inviting courtyard now seemed distant, blending with memories from a past life. He couldn't tell which was real anymore.

With a sigh, Sasuke opened the door and stepped inside.

Though it had only been a few days since he last left, a thick layer of dust already covered the room. The house felt cold, lifeless.

He changed his shoes, climbed the stairs to the second floor, and returned to his room.

Everything was exactly as it had been a few days ago. He couldn't tell if anyone had broken in since then.

"Probably. This is the house of the Uchiha clan leader, after all. Who knows if they were looking for secret scrolls," Sasuke mused, throwing himself onto the bed.

His mind still felt foggy, the two sets of memories merging slowly.

But Sasuke understood what had happened.

On the night of the massacre, the shock to his mind had awakened memories of a previous life.

In his past life, he had been an ordinary office worker in the modern world, grinding away for over ten years to pay off his mortgage through frugal living.

He'd gone out with friends to celebrate finally paying it off, only to be hit by a truck on his way home. Next thing he knew, he'd been reincarnated in this world—a second life.

In this life, he was born after a ten-month pregnancy as the second son of the Uchiha clan. He had a happy family and a promising future, but because of that idiot, Itachi, everything was destroyed. As for why Itachi is an idiot...

"What should I even say? 'I didn't expect the world I live in is actually a manga'? Or 'I didn't expect Naruto's world to be real'?"

It didn't matter. Whether it was his past life or Sasuke's, both were now his real-life experiences.

But awakening the memories of his past life had left him unsettled.

However, if he thought about it carefully, it was actually a good thing. At least he knew a lot about the future.

The real reason for the massacre, Uchiha Obito and Madara lurking in the shadows, the Akatsuki filled with Kage-level threats, the Fourth Ninja War, aliens invading the ninja world...

If nothing else, these were all things he would encounter in the future. But since he knew them now, he could change his fate.

First, vengeance was a must. His parents in this second life had raised him with love, and that was something genuine.

Itachi had to die. Sure, he said he did it for Sasuke's sake, but... did he think Sasuke really cared about that? No, he deserved to die for murdering their parents.

But, beyond revenge, one thing was most important: I will not be a traitor.

In his memory, the future version of himself had foolishly abandoned the vast wealth of the Uchiha. The clan's land alone was as large as several blocks in his past life. If used wisely, it wouldn't be hard to become Konoha's richest person—no, the richest person in the entire ninja world!

Instead, by defecting, he'd lost everything. The village seized the property, and the house was gone.

This thought made Sasuke, who had worked hard for a house in his past life, feel a deep, painful ache in his chest.

His eyes turned red again, a second tomoe forming in his Sharingan.

"I can tolerate a lot, but I will not tolerate anything that messes with my house and money."

Not just the village—Nagato too.

That jerk! One Shinra Tensei and half the village was destroyed. Even though the Uchiha land had been confiscated by that point, Sasuke still felt the pain just thinking about it.

"That was all mine!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. With the surge of emotion, the second tomoe in his Sharingan became more defined.

However, he forgot he was still only seven years old.

"Ugh... Chakra... running out..."

After all that stress, Sasuke fainted again. It was his third time passing out in a short span.

Luckily, the coma didn't last long, and he woke up later that night.

Getting up, he washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror, gazing at his Sharingan.

"Well, I'm still as handsome as ever. And these eyes... not bad," he mused.

Feeling hungry, he went to the kitchen to look for food. Most of the items in the fridge had gone bad, so he settled for a packet of instant noodles.

After eating, Sasuke wandered into his parents' room. It was a mess, as if it had been ransacked.

This was expected. The Uchiha had been wiped out, and if no one else looted, Danzo's Root definitely did.

After tidying up a bit, Sasuke managed to find the land deed for the Uchiha clan's estate and a few basic ninjutsu scrolls.

"Low-level techniques... even Danzo wouldn't bother with these," he muttered, stowing them away.

These scrolls would be Sasuke's primary tool for getting stronger in a short time.

"I'll start training hard tomorrow."

In this world, strength was everything. Whether it was revenge or protecting property, without power, it was all meaningless. Even wealth couldn't be protected without the strength to back it up.

So, train hard, become the strongest, and ensure everything stays under his control!

With that, Sasuke went to bed early. After all, kids need to sleep early and wake up early to stay healthy.

The next day, Sasuke got up early. After a quick breakfast, he headed straight for the Hokage's office and slapped an application form down in front of the Third Hokage.

"What? You want to drop out of school?!"

The Third Hokage's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Sasuke like he was crazy.

(End of the chapter)