The early winter sunshine shines on Shiratori's body, making him feel warm.
Obviously, Konoha's snow removal plan did not include this remote path.
Shiratori walked on the path in the forest; the sound of snow crunching under his feet echoed. His destination was the familiar abandoned training ground at the end of the road.
He decided to increase his daily practice time by one hour.
The reason is simple.
The young man who exterminated his clan was born.
This means that according to the normal timeline, the demise of the Uchiha Clan has officially entered a thirteen-year countdown.
In fact, according to the experience of countless predecessors who travel to the world of Naruto, hiding is the safest way. Shiratori also thought about whether he should take his cheap father to hide outside the village, in an unknown deep forest in the mountains, until the son of prophecy comes to save the world.
But when he thinks of those uncles and aunts in the clan who are so kind to him… he still feels a little bit reluctant.
Besides, hiding outside the village is not necessarily safe.
Shiratori has not forgotten why his father, who had already settled down outside the village, brought him back to live in Konoha.
According to his father and grandfather, his mother died of a serious illness. He was too young at the time and had no memory of it at all.
But Shiratori is a transmigrator. Even though he was in his cradle, unable to speak or move, he still saw everything with his eyes…
...…
At this moment, Shiratori suddenly stopped and looked back suspiciously.
The forest was as quiet as usual, and a small squirrel could be seen hopping around on a branch.
Is it an illusion?
Shiratori scratched its head and continued walking forward.
It is the end of the month now, and his grandfather will come to check his homework at the beginning of next month.
Thinking of that big rock with a diameter of almost one meter, Shiratori felt a little scared…
At the age of five, he had to do twenty squats while holding this thing… It's a bit cruel!
He usually practiced on his own, and occasionally, some ninjas from Uchiha would sneak over during their free time and pretend to meet him by chance, then they would teach him some usage of tools or some minor ninjutsu.
And there were always a few days every month when his grandfather would come to Konoha to practice with him.
Unlike the ninjas from Uchiha, who were restrained and did not dare to teach too many clan ninjutsu during instruction, Shiratori's grandfather, Takiichi Senju, had no taboos and taught whatever he wanted. One day, he even made a list of the Senju clan's secret ninjutsu and asked Shiratori which one he liked…
Regarding the arrogant and even retaliatory behavior of the former Clan head, the top leaders of the reclusive Senju clan chose to turn a blind eye and let him be!
Compensation may be the main reason, but fear may also be a factor.
They will never forget how this person changed himself from head to former head…
...…
Shiratori stopped again and looked back.
"That's weird… Am I hallucinating?"
This forest is located in the eastern suburbs of Konoha and is sparsely populated. Together with the abandoned training ground, it belongs to Shiratori's secret base.
Apart from the occasional sighting of two mysterious green-clad men, one big and one small, running upside down from a distance, there was basically no one else.
Speaking of running upside down, Shiratori has actually tried it, and the training effect is indeed good. It has greatly improved upper limb strength, muscle control and sense of balance, but in the end he still removed this part from his training plan… Mainly because it was too embarrassing!
Of course, if his grandfather is willing to be embarrassed with him, he doesn't mind…
Who the hell is it?!
There was a blood-red glow in Shiratori's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him. In each of his eyes, there was a tomoe rotating around his pitch-black pupil.
Sharingan!
Although it was only open for a moment, under the powerful insight of the Sharingan, everything around became extremely clear at that moment, and even time seemed to slow down.
In his eyes, a piece of clothes slowly hid behind a big tree.
"I found you."
Shiratori took out a rusty shuriken from his tool bag and flicked his wrist.
Boom!
The shuriken pierced deeply into the tree trunk. The person behind the tree was startled and jumped out in a panic.
"Who are you?" Looking at the boy not far away, who appeared to be no more than ten years old, Shiratori looked confused.
You're so young, and you're already doing the job of following people?
"Ahem!"
The young man cleared his throat, feeling a little timid as he looked at Shiratori's eyes. "My name is Teimu Uchiha, and I'm the grandson of Setsuna Uchiha."
"So what?"
"… I am Setsuna Uchiha's grandson!"
"I know, you just said it."
"Then why don't you do it?"
"Why should I do it?"
The air suddenly became quiet, and an awkward atmosphere surrounded them.
Teimu didn't know what else he should say…
My grandfather is Setsuna Uchiha!
The most respected elder of the Uchiha Clan and the one who ordered you and your father to be expelled from the clan. Don't you want to beat me?
"Goodbye."
Seeing that Teimu stopped talking, Shiratori waved his hand and turned away.
"Hey? Hey!" Shiratori's decisiveness caught Teimu off guard.
He hurriedly chased after him: "Don't you hate my grandfather?"
"Why hate him? He is just following the clan rules."
"Well, then also… "
Teimu was speechless.
Brother, are you so sensible? This is the reason I finally came up with, you interrupted my train of thought!
"Anything else?"
"No… No, I do! I heard that you are the most brilliant genius of this generation in Uchiha! I want to challenge you!"
Shiratori shook his head and kept walking: "First of all, I am not a member of the Uchiha Clan. My name is 'Shiratori,' not 'Shiratori Uchiha.' Secondly… You win, I admit defeat."
"Ah? No—"
Teimu stood there in a daze, and Shiratori walked past him and ignored him.
In fact, Shiratori was also a little helpless.
What's this? Getting up so early in the morning just to block me? And judging from the other party's appearance… It seems that he is not very willing.
I don't understand…
Just when Shiratori thought the matter had come to an end…
"You are such a rude brat! Is it because your mother died early? Or is it because your useless father doesn't care about you that makes you so uneducated?"
Shiratori paused, then turned around with an expressionless face.
You aimed your personal attacks at my parents with such precision… I'm afraid your last name is Haruno, right?
Little boy, your forehead is black today!
I calculated with my fingers, and I think you might be in danger of bloodshed today!
"I, I-"
Looking at Shiratori's uncertain expression, Teimu couldn't help but tremble: "Sorry, I just…"
"You just want to be beaten up, I can see that." Shiratori stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers: "Come on, I'll satisfy you."
Teimu took a deep breath. He finally achieved his goal. After he knocked the guy down, he would apologize.
Eh? Where is he?
Just when Teimu was distracted, Shiratori, not far away, suddenly disappeared. Before he had time to look around, he felt an attack on his head!
Bang!
Teimu staggered to steady himself and found that Shiratori suddenly appeared beside him.
He subconsciously punched back and then saw a flash of red in Shiratori's eyes.
Sharingan, activated.
Shiratori dodged the punch by slightly leaning to the side and then grabbed the opponent by the collar.
The next moment, he used his body weight and slammed Teimu directly into the snow pile, then kicked him without any mercy.
Bang!
Teimu flew out while spinning in the air and rolled several times when he landed on the ground.
"Hateful!"
Teimu quickly stood up, took out a kunai, and threw it hard at Shiratori.
Under the observation of his Sharingan, the flying speed of the kunai became extremely slow.
Shiratori stepped on the ground with his left foot and rushed over at high speed. He ignored the kunai that flew past his face and swung his arm to hit Teimu's stunned face heavily.
Bang!
"You… you…"
After being hit in the face, Teimu turned around on the spot and sat on the ground, dizzy and with fire in his eyes.
The damage is not great, but it is extremely insulting!
"Why? Is it also a Uchiha Clan rule not to slap someone during a fight?"
Shiratori looked down at him with a teasing smile on his face.
Your mouth is so dirty!
"If you have the ability, don't use your Sharingan!"
Teimu stood up awkwardly, took a few steps back, and put a distance from Shiratori that he thought was safe.
"Okay." Shiratori did not hesitate, and his eyes returned to normal: "Are you ready?"
"Don't look down on me!"
Shiratori moved.
Teimu's eyes blurred and he saw a shadow appear in front of him in an instant. Before he could react, he felt a huge impact on his chest.
Bang!!
Shiratori kicked Teimu in the chest, sending him flying, and his embarrassed figure fell in the middle of the road.
"Cough…!"
Teimu lay on the ground, holding his chest and coughing continuously.
The kick just now squeezed all the air out of his lungs.
This strength… speed… Is he really five years old?!
He struggled to get up while staring at Shiratori, who was slowly walking towards him, feeling a strong sense of oppression… He didn't expect that the other party had such a domineering aura at such a young age!
"Great… Awesome! It's my turn now!"
Teimu took a breath, clenched his fists, and charged toward Shiratori.
Shiratori quietly looked at Teimu, who was rushing towards him and raised his hand casually.
Pop.
Teimu's heavy punch was caught easily by a small hand.
"Impossible!" Teimu's face changed drastically.
"Nothing is impossible. Have you forgotten that my mother… Is from the Senju clan?"
Shiratori grabbed the opponent's fist and pulled it towards himself - mainly because his arms were short, and he couldn't hit him unless he got close enough.
Teimu staggered when he was pulled, and just when he was about to resist, Shiratori kicked him hard.
And this time, Shiratori didn't waste any more words. He rushed forward the moment Teimu was kicked away.
A large amount of Chakra gathered on his arms caused his sleeves to flutter constantly, and even the air around his arms was slightly distorted.
He punched Teimu's head!
Teimu, in mid-air, finally came up with a countermeasure in the critical situation. He raised his arms in front of him, thinking that he could block the attack, but he did not see the smile on Shiratori's mouth.
You are so naive, kid!
Bang!
Shiratori's heavy punch hit Teimu's crossed arms solidly, and then without any pause, he smashed the opponent's arms together with Teimu's incredulous face!
Boom!!
The air was filled with smoke and dust, and the snow was flying.
Teimu fell to the ground, unable to get up. His arms were bent unnaturally, and his entire face was sunken from the beating. His pair of nostrils, whose shape could only be barely seen, were spewing blood…
Shiratori approached slowly as if intending to make the final move.
"My grandfather is Setsuna Uchiha… "
Teimu's eyes were full of fear.
"I know, you've said it many times."
Shiratori squatted down and punched Teimu in the face.
Teimu's eyes rolled, and he fainted completely.
"You were defeated so easily, which shows that you don't practice seriously. It's a good thing that I beat you up. You can find out what you lack and make up for it later! Your grandfather should thank me!"
Shiratori stood up, mumbling something, but kept glancing at the surrounding woods out of the corner of his eyes.
Strange… Am I really hallucinating?
...…
When Shiratori's departing figure disappeared, two figures walked out of the woods.
"Hehe, if I show up right now, bow to that little brat, and thank him solemnly, will he be very excited?"
Setsuna Uchiha, with his hair and beard all white, has a kind face, and there is almost no trace of the sinister and cunning nature he had in his youth.
Fugaku Uchiha lowered his head and did not respond.
"Boring, I was just joking." Setsuna turned his gaze back to the direction where Shiratori left.
"He is indeed an interesting little brat, but…"
He patted his head and said in dissatisfaction: "He doesn't dodge when he can, he fights head-on, he's like a reckless man… Why does a kid from Uchiha have a strong flavor of Senju's fighting style?"
"Setsuna-sama, from what I know, Shiratori trained with his grandfather, and he is not considered a Uchiha at the moment. If the status quo is maintained, no matter how talented he is, he will have nothing to do with the Uchiha Clan."
When Setsuna turned around, he was greeted by Fugaku's unflinching gaze.
The two looked at each other.
One second… Two seconds…
"Oh!"
Setsuna Uchiha sneered, turned around, and left, his voice echoing in the cold wind of early winter.
"Fugaku, you finally look like a Clan head…"