As Fūka walked down the street, he noticed that every passerby was wearing clothes adorned with the Uchiha clan emblem. They all walked with their heads held high, exuding an air of arrogance. Even the street vendors carried themselves with a strange sense of pride as if they were cosplaying as elite shinobi, ready to unleash an A-rank jutsu and obliterate the entire street at any moment.
"Look, it's Uchiha Fūka! I can't believe this disgraceful guy still dares to show his face!"
"He's brought so much shame to the Uchiha name. What an idiot!"
"A total embarrassment to the Uchiha clan!"
A group of six- or seven-year-old kids spotted Fūka and immediately surrounded him, pointing and laughing with faces full of disdain and scorn.
Next to him, Uchiha Obito shrugged and winked at Fūka. "See? I wasn't lying, was I?"
"Hey, isn't that Uchiha Obito? No wonder—birds of a feather flock together. Two idiots, both disgraces to the Uchiha clan!"
"No surprise they're friends; it makes sense."
The kids quickly shifted their focus to Obito, bombarding him with insults.
Obito didn't expect to be targeted as well and immediately exploded. "You little brats, who are you calling an idiot? I'm going to be the Hokage one day!"
"The adults say your chakra capacity is too weak. You'll never awaken the Sharingan, idiot!"
"You're the idiot! I will awaken it, and I will become Hokage!" Obito clenched his fists and retorted angrily, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the kids' mocking laughter.
After a while, the group of kids, satisfied with their victory, finally left, like a band of conquerors.
"Hey, Fūka, why didn't you say anything back?" Obito asked, still frustrated and unsatisfied after losing the verbal battle.
Fūka shrugged. "I'm not wasting my energy arguing with a bunch of kids."
He might be six years old, but mentally, he was in his twenties. He wasn't about to lower himself to the level of arguing with children in the middle of the street.
"Let's go. Didn't you say you were going to treat me to ramen?"
Obito pouted, still upset, but he led the way, grumbling under his breath about proving everyone wrong by becoming Hokage.
Fūka followed behind, shaking his head slightly as he began to observe his surroundings.
They were in the heart of the Uchiha clan's territory, a place where outsiders rarely ventured. In theory, the atmosphere should have been welcoming among clan members, but Fūka noticed that the people passing by were all cold, aloof, and carried themselves with a haughty air. It was the kind of arrogance that made others want to keep their distance.
"No wonder Konoha couldn't tolerate the Uchiha clan. They're proud to the point of being insufferable! Only someone with the heart and tolerance of the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, could have ever accepted them."
"Hey, what are you mumbling about back there? We're here!" Obito called out.
Fūka looked up and realized they weren't at Ichiraku Ramen.
Of course not. This was the Uchiha clan's territory; there was no way Ichiraku Ramen would be here.
They ordered bowls of ramen at a random shop and started devouring them.
"Ah, I'm stuffed!" Obito said, rubbing his belly with satisfaction.
Fūka, who hadn't eaten all day, found everything delicious. He nodded in agreement. "Alright, time to head out."
If he wanted to survive in this world, he needed to become strong, so Fūka made a decision...
"Wash the dishes?!" Fūka stared in disbelief at Obito—this future supervillain had just suggested it with absolute confidence.
Obito crossed his arms, looking entirely justified. "Well, do you have the money to pay for two bowls of ramen?"
"Weren't you treating me?" Fūka was completely flustered.
Obito scratched his head. "I spent my allowance helping an old lady cross the street this morning, so..."
"You gave your entire allowance to the old lady, didn't you?" Fūka's eye twitched.
"Ahahaha, Fūka, you really get me! As the future Hokage, I can't just ignore someone in need," Obito said proudly.
Fūka was speechless, beyond tears at this point.
In the end, the ramen shop owner dragged them to the kitchen, where they spent two hours washing dishes, all the while receiving a thorough lecture on morals and ethics from the owner.
"Damn it, I can't believe I just spent two hours washing dishes!"
Fūka was frustrated. Even at his lowest point in his previous life, he had never washed dishes!
"Fūka, you seem really weird about this," Obito said, confused. "We've done this before, haven't we?"
"…" Alright, so this wasn't even the first time. How has that ramen shop owner tolerated us repeatedly dining and dashing?
Back at home, Fūka grabbed Obito to ask about training.
Unfortunately, Obito was a complete slacker, and not just any slacker—he was the worst of the worst. He could barely perform the most basic ninja techniques, let alone anything more advanced.
After shooing away the slacker, Fūka began to assess his current situation.
Aside from eating, he had gathered plenty of information at the ramen shop.
"It's currently Konoha Year 9, so we're still three or four years away from the Third Great Ninja War. I need to rise quickly during this time!"
"Kakashi has just graduated, which means the ninja academy is on break. I'll have to train on my own."
Luckily, during his first year at the academy, the instructors had been very competent. They had taught him the basic ninja techniques, chakra control exercises like tree climbing and water walking, and how to throw shuriken.
Given that the Second Great Ninja War had just ended and border conflicts were ongoing, no one could guarantee that another war wouldn't break out. So, they had crammed what would have been several years of training for Naruto's generation into just one year.
Every tall building starts with a solid foundation.
So, he decided to start with refining his chakra.
Fūka sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
Chakra is created by combining physical energy with mental energy, balancing the two, and fusing them to generate power.
With his past memories to guide him, Fūka quickly succeeded in refining his chakra.
Moreover, he discovered that his mental energy was exceptionally vast!
"Could it be because I reincarnated?"
Fūka was thrilled. With this enormous mental energy, all he needed to do was focus on strengthening his body, and he would be able to produce chakra endlessly!
"And then there's my Sharingan!"
Fūka's heart skipped a beat. The Sharingan was like a cheat code—a powerful bloodline limit. Once evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan, it could summon the near-invincible Susanoo and grant its user two unique ocular abilities. In the future, Obito and Kakashi's Kamui, as well as Itachi's Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi, would all be immensely powerful jutsu. But the risks were significant too—without evolving into the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, the user's eyesight would deteriorate with each use, eventually leading to blindness.
But those concerns were far off. Fūka calmed his racing heart and resumed refining his chakra.