Saitama felt his life was too difficult!
Although he had transmigrated into the Uchiha Clan, Konoha's foremost noble family, and gained that incredibly glorious surname, whenever he returned home, he still felt a sense of desolation, like a lonely wolf who had lost its familiar companions.
Because in the vast courtyard, only Saitama himself and a Granny Xiang who looked after him lived, making it very spacious and empty.
As for everyone else?
As a transmigrator, Saitama could only self-deprecatingly say, 'Transmigrators probably aren't meant to have these things.'
Upon transmigrating, Saitama inherited everything from his parents, who had died young, even though he was less than three years old at the time and still maintained the innocent naiveté of ignorance.
A property in the center of Konoha, and a considerable Ninja inheritance!
Becoming the wealthy person he had so envied in his previous life, and achieving the small goal he had struggled for years to reach in his past life, did not make Saitama feel relaxed or happy.
Saitama was now five years old, and not long ago, Granny Xiang, who looked after him, told him that the Clan was preparing to enroll him in the Ninja Academy.
Five years old was already the age for learning!
...
After wandering outside for a day, completing his 'mission' of patrolling the Village, Saitama pushed open the black main gate, dragging his tired body, and walked into the front yard with light steps.
Hearing the commotion from the kitchen and the fragrant aroma wafting out, Saitama knew he had returned at just the right time.
Not a minute too early, not a minute too late!
Even without wearing a genius watch, he was still so punctual, truly a punctual and clever boy!
Walking towards the kitchen with a joyful smile, Saitama thought of the kid he had met on his way home, who was roughly his age.
Was his name Shisui?
His memory went back to about half an hour ago:
Saitama was strolling along the streets of the Uchiha compound with the Uchiha's characteristic arrogant gait, holding several freshly made dango skewers, tasting them while observing everything around him.
Having been in this world for many years, and even becoming a member of the Uchiha Clan, living within this large family, his understanding of the Uchiha had developed many deviations far removed from his memories of the anime in his previous life.
Not everyone in the Uchiha was crazy; most of them were still ordinary people, living daily lives not much different from others in Konoha Village.
Work, life, family...
Eating the dango in his hand, Saitama showed a strange smile.
Because a relatively mature soul lived within his young body, he quickly noticed a sneaky figure following him.
"Yo, kid!"
Saitama suddenly turned around and threw the wooden skewer he had just finished eating with his left hand at the boy behind him.
This sudden movement seemed to startle the kid behind him, making him shiver and shrink back.
"Ouch!"
Uchiha Shisui was hit on the head by the wooden skewer, his face turned slightly red, and his eyes flickered constantly.
"Why are you following me?" Saitama bit into the dango on another skewer, the delicate meat constantly touching his tongue, making him speak indistinctly.
Shisui hung his head, one hand on his head where he had just been hit, his gaze fixed on the skewer at his feet, unsure how to answer.
"This is the street, who's following you?"
After a long pause, Shisui finally seemed to think of a plausible excuse, stiffening his neck and saying with a wandering gaze.
Yo, kid, if I hadn't seen you swallow, I would have actually believed you!
"Oh, really? I thought you wanted to get to know me, so I was just about to share some dango with you. So that's not it, then I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Saitama looked regretful, his tone full of disappointment.
After speaking, he even turned around, preparing to leave directly.
Perhaps because he was still young, his daily joy was to find fun for himself, so when he encountered a kid like the one in front of him, he inexplicably wanted to tease him, satisfying his mischievous streak.
"Eh, really?"
A surprised voice came from behind him, the kid's eyes bright as he looked at Saitama's back, his gaze filled with longing.
Saitama's mouth curved upwards; after all, he was just a few years old, who could resist the temptation of meat dango?
Maintaining a kind smile on his face, he slowly turned back, and then, under the boy's eager gaze, he stuffed all the remaining dango into his mouth in one bite.
"Yes, really!"
Saitama said seriously, watching the kid's expression gradually twist from initial surprise to confusion, finally settling into despair.
Shisui looked at the person who had just said he would share dango with him, only to eat all of it in a second, his mouth twitching inexplicably.
"You... you..."
Shisui felt his small brain had frozen, completely unable to understand the other party's actions.
So, this was what adults always called the harshness of society?
At this moment, Shisui thought of his nagging parents.
"What, kid, are you angry?"
Although the child in front of him looked about the same age, Saitama, whose mental age was already that of a middle-aged man, still liked to call him 'kid'.
While observing the kid in front of him, Saitama nonchalantly picked his teeth with the skewer he had just used, then occasionally used his nimble tongue to scrape the sauce that splattered onto his lips back into his mouth to savor it.
"Didn't you say you'd share it with me?"
Shisui questioned Saitama, whom he had just met, a faint blush appearing on his fair face, seemingly genuinely angered.
"You didn't ask me for it just now. I thought you didn't want to eat it, so to ensure the dango was eaten in its best state and not wasted, I had to eat it all in one bite."
Saitama's words were startling, and after speaking, he nodded affirmatively, as if confirming his own reasoning.
Shisui felt very confused; his five years of life experience left him unable to deal with such a situation.
Although he didn't quite understand 'what is the best state for dango', he felt that what the other person said wasn't really wrong.
So, he could only blame himself for not getting the dango?
"Don't look so down, okay? What's your name? Next time, I'll treat you to something even better."
As a pseudo-rich second generation, Saitama was not short on money, and his words were full of a 'big brother' vibe.
Through their brief interaction and his observation, he felt that the kid in front of him was probably an ordinary Clan member or had parents who were just ordinary Ninja, so his upbringing was very strict and traditional, not allowing him to have pocket money at his age.
Saitama was quite willing to make friends with Clan members; anything that could be solved with money was never a big deal.
Hearing these words, the kid's eyes immediately lit up, his eyeballs even looking upwards, as if asking Saitama if he was serious.
"Is that okay?"
Shisui looked shy; although his family had taught him not to casually eat food from others, thinking of the fragrant dango Saitama had held earlier, he could not remain silent and refuse.
"It's nothing!"
Saitama was nonchalant, casually tossing the skewer he had used for picking his teeth onto the ground nearby.
His throwing technique was very similar to throwing a kunai, but the force was clearly insufficient.
Having finished everything, Saitama turned and left, leaving Shisui standing dumbfounded in place.
Just as he took a step, Saitama remembered he hadn't asked the kid's name, so he turned back and said to Shisui, who was still in place: "Kid, what's your name?"
"Ah? Oh, my name is Shisui, Uchiha Shisui, and I live at the end of this street!"
Shisui was startled at first, then reacted, pointing into the distance with his hand, answering happily.
"Oh, alright! My name is Saitama, Uchiha Saitama!"
After hearing the other party's introduction, Saitama turned and left with a calm expression.
But in fact, Saitama, having turned around, had a constipated expression, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
Are all the kids I casually meet this kind of character?
The Uchiha Clan is truly terrifying.
And, is this the fated encounter between a transmigrator and a plot character?
Saitama suddenly found it very interesting.
He had been in Konoha for several years, and Uchiha Shisui seemed to be the first famous character he had personally encountered.
It was truly interesting!
...
"Saitama, you're back!"
Uchiha Xiang had just finished preparing dinner when she saw Saitama walking to the door, and an involuntary happy smile immediately appeared on her face.
Uchiha Xiang, in her fifties, was just an ordinary woman whose son and husband had both died in missions and wars many years ago.
Being alone herself, the Clan arranged for her to be Saitama's nanny.
Although she was a nanny, Uchiha Xiang actually raised Saitama as her own grandson, so Saitama also respected her greatly.
"Yes, Granny Xiang!"
Saitama walked over quickly, speaking in the innocent child's voice that naturally came with his age.
"What are you thinking about? Why are you still smiling?"
Uchiha Xiang saw Saitama's mouth still curving in a smile and asked curiously.
"Nothing, I just met an interesting Clan member this afternoon, and it was quite amusing!"
Saitama went to wash his hands, then helped scoop rice into a bowl and handed it to Uchiha Xiang.
"Hmm, at your age, you should make more friends. People of the Uchiha Clan should stick together."
Uchiha Xiang naturally took the rice Saitama had served her, smiling as she spoke.
Scooping another bowl for himself, Saitama knelt opposite Uchiha Xiang, obediently looking at the dishes on the table.
Saitama, with his mature mental age, did not cause Uchiha Xiang, who looked after him, any worry; he did what he could himself.
Everyone is living for the first time; no one needs to be pampered.
Although this was his second time living.
"Eat quickly, it's all your favorite dishes. Today, Granny specifically went to the Village market to buy a pork knuckle, and it's been slow-cooked all afternoon, it's perfectly tender!"
Uchiha Xiang smiled slightly, pushing back a few strands of white hair from her forehead, then gestured to Saitama with her chopsticks.
"It smells so good, I love your cooking the most, Granny."
Saitama praised the old woman generously, and Uchiha Xiang naturally laughed heartily.
Dinner thus concluded in a pleasant atmosphere, and the vast courtyard also seemed to warm up, no longer so desolate.
After dinner, Saitama diligently cleared the dishes and chopsticks, storing the leftover food in a cabinet and locking it to prevent mice from appearing at night.
In the Ninja World, Uchiha Xiang's age, for an ordinary person, was already considered elderly.
Saitama, who spent every day with her, naturally knew that her body was deteriorating day by day, so Saitama readily took over some of the chores.
Uchiha Xiang did not stop him, only quietly watched the busy Saitama, her sunken eyes shining with a look of contentment.
She was already used to Saitama's precocious behavior.
This also made her happy, indicating that Saitama treated her as family.
Watching Saitama finish tidying everything, Uchiha Xiang urged Saitama to rest early, and she herself went to bed early.
"Granny, get some rest early. If you need anything, just call me loudly!"
Saitama watched Granny Xiang's back disappear around the corner, then sat back down on the cushion he had just been on.
"Granny said the Clan is going to arrange for me to enter the Ninja Academy. Counting the time, there are only a few days left until school starts, so I can begin preparing some things."
Looking at the deepening twilight outside, Saitama revealed an expression that should not have appeared at his age.
Saitama's transmigration was not accidental, but a 'necessary' event with preparation.
The 'talent' that the great deity had promised him before his transmigration should also be due for fulfillment!
Possessing a monstrous level of talent, capable of continuously pushing his own limits.
Just like the Sharingan, Saitama could evolve it into Mangekyo and even Eternal Mangekyo with fewer restrictions than others.
Of course, developing the eyes still required his own effort, and it wasn't like activating the Mangekyo was as easy as drinking water.
Besides this, there were, of course, other areas of exceptional talent, all of which Saitama needed to explore slowly himself.
Previously, because he was still too young, Saitama had not immediately begun Ninjutsu practice, only performing simple physical training suitable for him every day, and occasionally studying experience books related to Ninja.
"No time like the present, let's try entering the wonderful Ninja World today!"
Thinking this, Saitama could no longer suppress his fervent heart.
His age was the best time to begin training, but there had been no Ninja to guide him, and the cautious Saitama dared not take risks, thereby causing unpredictable consequences.
Getting up, Saitama walked out of the room and headed upstairs.
This house had three floors.
The first floor contained the kitchen, living room, a storage room for miscellaneous items, and a renovated single room where Granny lived.
The second floor was Saitama's living quarters, along with several guest rooms.
The third floor was his parents' former training room, where some of the Ninja inheritances left by his biological parents were stored: Ninjutsu scrolls and experience books.
Originally, Granny Xiang lived with Saitama on the second floor to make it easier to care for Saitama at the time.
But as Granny Xiang felt her body declining and Saitama became more independent, she moved to the first floor for her own convenience.
...
Following the stairs to the third floor, Saitama stopped in front of a door.
This door was heavier than all the doors downstairs, and the patterns on its surface were very similar to the Uchiha Clan's emblem, indicating at a glance that extremely important items were stored inside.
Taking the key from under the doormat, Saitama took a deep breath, then turned the key and opened the door.
Walking inside, the air had a mixed scent of ink and desiccant, not at all pungent.
Saitama cleaned here every few days, because everything here was the foundation for his path as a Ninja, so he had to take it seriously, fearing that some short-sighted insects would gnaw holes in the scrolls.
He gently closed the door, then casually flipped the light switch by the door.
Saitama skillfully unrolled a scroll placed on the desk and sat down to read it slowly.
Looking at the cover of the scroll, it clearly read, "Chakra Cultivation Technique"!
He had thought about cultivating Chakra Cultivation Technique before, but a thought always told him it wasn't the right time, so he had put it off until now.
But Saitama had already memorized everything in this scroll by heart.