C1: Rebirth of Naruto, Uchiha is the Last in the BeginningPain!
Intense headache!
Uchiha Yao suddenly opened his eyes, clutching his head, breathing heavily, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.
A strange ceiling, a simple tatami-matted room in traditional Konoha style, and this frail body...
"I... Am I... Transmigrated?"
Uchiha Yao's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.
Just moments ago, he had been a sleep-deprived corporate employee, working endless hours in a gray Tokyo office. After pulling consecutive all-nighters to finalize a last-minute presentation, he collapsed in front of his computer.
And now...
A torrent of fragmented memories flooded his mind, crashing through his consciousness like a Genjutsu backlash.
Uchiha Yao—age twelve, a member of the prestigious Uchiha Clan of Konohagakure, and yet, utterly unimpressive.
His record at the Ninja Academy was dismal. Despite being from the same clan that produced prodigies like Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Shisui, he was viewed as a complete failure.
Low chakra reserves, clumsy taijutsu, and a chronic inability to perform even basic ninjutsu like the Clone Technique properly made him the clan's black sheep.
While Uchiha Yao remained frozen in shock
"Bang!"
The sliding door slammed open with explosive force.
Sunlight streamed in, slicing through the room's shadows. Standing in the doorway were three boys around his age, all in the Uchiha clan's standard navy-blue high-collared shirts with the fan crest proudly displayed.
Their eyes bore the signature onyx black of Sharingan yet to awaken, and their expressions overflowed with disdain.
The one in the middle—Uchiha Mao—was slightly older and taller than the others. His presence radiated arrogant confidence, and it was obvious he led the group.
"Yo, pathetic Yao, still pretending to be dead?"
Mao scoffed as he stepped forward, his tone dripping with ridicule.
"I heard you missed every shot during yesterday's shuriken practice. Are you trying to shame the Uchiha name?"
Yao instinctively wanted to reply. But the inferiority complex rooted deep within the memories of this body held him back. His mouth opened but no words emerged.
This body was simply too weak.
Though he had technically graduated as a Genin, it had been more a matter of necessity than merit.
Only a few weeks ago, the Nine-Tails had attacked Konoha. The rampaging Kurama, controlled by a mysterious masked man, had left the village in shambles and claimed countless elite shinobi.
With the village's military strength heavily depleted, even underqualified academy students had been pushed through graduation.
Yao's "success" was nothing but a result of that tragedy.
And the boy he now was the original Uchiha Yao—had barely scraped by with his life and a forehead protector he hadn't truly earned.
Even the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, and his wife Kushina Uzumaki, the Kyūbi's Jinchūriki and a powerful kunoichi of the Uzumaki Clan, died during that catastrophic night.
Minato, famously known as the "Yellow Flash of Konoha" due to his unmatched mastery of the Flying Thunder God Technique, sacrificed his life to seal the Nine-Tails into his newborn son, Naruto Uzumaki, using the Dead Demon Consuming Seal.
The casualties among the village's ninja forces, especially among mid- and lower-ranked shinobi, were devastating. Many experienced Jōnin and Chūnin were lost, leaving a massive gap in the Hidden Leaf's ranks.
To quickly bolster their depleted forces, Konoha's higher-ups—including the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, who had returned from retirement—were forced to lower the Academy graduation standards, allowing underdeveloped students to become Genin prematurely.
Among them was Uchiha Yao.
With such mediocre performance, the original Yao had long become the laughingstock of the Uchiha Clan, a clan built on competition, pride, and a fanatical reverence for power.
Among a lineage that birthed legends like Madara Uchiha, Shisui the Teleporter, and Itachi Uchiha, weakness was a disgrace.
Thus, the original owner of this body—timid, chakra-deficient, and struggling with basic ninjutsu—was frequently mocked and bullied by arrogant youths from his own clan.
"What? The clan's weakling can't talk now?"
Uchiha Mao sneered as he stepped closer, irked by Yao's silence. His sharp gaze bore down on the boy, who still lay on the futon.
"You know what day it is. Time to cough up the 'protection fee.' If you don't, don't blame us for getting rough."
Protection fee?
Yao's brow furrowed deeply.
In the original Yao's fragmented memories, that term was a euphemism for extortion. The so-called "protection" was just an excuse used by Mao and his cronies to humiliate and rob him routinely.
"I don't have anything."
But this Yao was different now. He wasn't the same defeated soul who had once tolerated such abuse.
"Hah? Nothing?"
Mao barked a laugh, as if hearing a joke too absurd to be true.
He reached out, grabbed Yao's collar, and yanked him violently off the bed.
"Bang!"
Yao's back slammed onto the polished wooden floor, the impact reverberating through his fragile bones.
Pain surged like a jolt of lightning.
"Guess I'll have to teach you what happens when you break the rules!"
Mao lifted his leg, aiming a vicious kick toward Yao's exposed abdomen.
Humiliation. Rage. Resentment.
A whirlwind of emotions erupted within Yao.
Why?! Why must I endure this? Just because I was weak?!
"Damn it! You mean I get hit with the school-bully trope the moment I transmigrate? Where the hell is my cheat? My system?! Hurry up!"
Yao's mind screamed in frustration.
Suddenly—
"Ding!"
A cold, emotionless voice rang in his head.
"Host's intense survival instinct and desire to alter destiny detected…"
"Initializing Family Growth System…"
"Beginner's Package: Activating…"
The synthetic voice echoed like a celestial decree.
System?! Golden finger?!
Yao's eyes lit up with euphoric disbelief as energy surged through him.
A wave of warmth flooded his body, his shriveled chakra network greedily absorbing the new vitality like parched earth soaking up rain.
His previously blocked chakra coils expanded, refined chakra coursing smoothly through his meridians.
In seconds, his chakra levels rose—past that of an ordinary Genin—until it reached the average level of a Chūnin, comparable to someone like Iruka Umino or an early-stage Kakashi.
But that wasn't the end.
A sudden searing pain ignited behind his eyes—an ancient heat that drilled into his optic nerves.
It was the awakening of the Uchiha Clan's Kekkei Genkai: the Sharingan.
The world shifted.
His vision sharpened exponentially. Dust motes danced in slow motion. The wood grain on the floor revealed minute details. He could even track the faintest muscle twitch in Mao's expression.
"Ugh—!"
Yao groaned, hands clutching his temples as his vision warped.
Mao froze mid-kick, confused and slightly unsettled.
"Stop faking, trash!"
he snapped, but doubt flickered in his tone.
Then Yao lowered his hands.
His pupils no longer black glowed crimson.
A single black tomoe spun gently in each eye, like a blade waiting to strike.
Sharingan.
The Uchiha's eye of power and perception.
One-tomoe Sharingan—activated.
The air in the room thickened.
Shock paralyzed Mao and his two companions. Their faces paled, eyes widening as the implications sank in.
"Sha...Sharingan?!"
One of them—Uchiha Gang—gasped, his voice cracking in disbelief.
How?
How could that Uchiha Yao—someone who couldn't even mold chakra properly—awaken the Sharingan?!
Ignoring their disbelief, Yao slowly stood up.
He flexed his fingers. His limbs brimmed with strength.
His chakra—once feeble—now roared within him like a silent inferno.
The world seen through his Sharingan was crystal clear.
He turned toward Mao with a cold, confident smile.
"What... did you just say?"