With a sigh, he dragged himself to the kitchen. He rinsed a pot, poured in the milk from a carton, and set it on a low flame. Then he cracked two eggs into a pan, whipped up an omelet, and sandwiched it between slices of bread with a spread of sauce. Finally, he stirred sugar into a glass of hot milk.
His simple meal complete, Shun devoured it eagerly, savoring the flavors until every bite was gone. He leaned back, a burp finding it's way through his throat, as he rubbed his stomach with satisfaction.
"Now…" he murmured, "…time to sort out my thoughts on this whole transmigration thing."
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He closed his eyes, silently organizing the fragments of the body's previous owner. After a long time, a sigh escaped his lips.
I think I took over this body… or maybe my past life's memories resurfaced when I was beaten by those kids. Well, it doesn't matter now. I have to accept myself as Shun Uchiha. It would be stupid to have an identity crisis at this point. His eyes stared vacantly ahead, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
It won't be hard to accept this new identity. I didn't have any strong bonds back there anyway. A hollow chuckle slipped out, though his chest stung at the thought.
He slapped both cheeks, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Haah… this isn't the time to think about unnecessary things." Red marks bloomed across his skin.
So, I am now Shun Uchiha. My father's a chunin, currently on a mission outside the village. My mother died giving birth to me. And I'm five years old. He recounted to himself the biography of Shun Uchiha.
His brows furrowed. This is year 29 after the founding of Konoha. But… Madara never defected. There was no battle at the Valley of the End. Instead, both he and Hashirama are celebrated as heroes who died fighting the three great villages during the First Ninja War. His nerves tensed at the change of the major events.
An incredulous look crossed his face. And How could monsters like them be killed by just three villages? Either their versions here are weaker, or something bigger is at play—and I'm too low-ranked to know about it.
Still, some events remained the same. Tobirama still became the Second Hokage. He still died after the war, though the cause is vague, the full truth unknown to me. After that, Hiruzen became the Third Hokage. Shun rubbed his temples, frustration building.
"There are so many things I don't know—tailed beasts, the origin of chakra, everything. Probably because I was too busy fooling around to care about history." He glanced at his palm, sneering at the boy whose life he now lived. "Well, what can I expect? He was just a kid—not a genius like Itachi. And who am I to mock him?" He berated himself,"I was nothing but a loser in my eighteen years of life."
Resolve hardened in his eyes as he stood. "Okay… tomorrow I'll fully scourge the library. But right now, I need to clean this damn mess of a house." excitement bubbled in his heart at the thought of knowing the history of this world.
He started with the dining area, then washed the dishes rather than leaving them for later. He sorted the food supplies, tossing out expired items, then grabbed a mop and swept until the floor gleamed. He changed the bedsheets, scrubbed the laundry, and set everything in order.
"Haah… nice and clean." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a satisfied smile forming.
"Now… a nice cold bath." From the fridge, he took a container of ice cubes and poured them into the half-filled tub.
Stripping down, he washed with soap and water, rinsed with two jugs, then scrubbed his hair with shampoo. Finally, he slid into the freezing bath. A chill raced through his body, but so did relief, tension draining away with each passing breath. His eyelids drooped as a deep, almost primal sigh escaped him.
Sleep threatened to pull him under, but fear of catching a cold jolted him awake. Forcing himself out, he toweled off and caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Well, at least I got a good-looking face in this life," he muttered. Thin, though. I'll need to put on some weight.
Dressed in a white shorts and a yellow shirt, he flopped onto the bed. His body melted into the mattress, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Just as he drifted into drowsy comfort—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
"Uhh… who is it now?" His eyes flashed with irritation. Staggering from the bed, he dragged himself to the door, grumbling, "Coming, coming!"
The door swung open to reveal a tall man in a flak jacket, the Uchiha fan embroidered on his sleeve. A gentle smile sat on his face.
"Are you Uchiha Shun?"
"Yes, sir." Shun's brows knitted in confusion. "May I know why you were banging so hard on my door?" His tone, without meaning to, came out sharp.
"Oh… I'm Naka Uchiha, uncle of your friend Kenji." A flicker of displeasure crossed the man's face at the boy's rudeness. "Kenji told me you two fought, and that he accidentally injured you. I rushed to the clearing but found no one. Locals said you'd gone to the hospital as I gave them your description, and by the time I got there, they told me you'd already gone home."
"Yeah, that's right. So why are you here?" Shun asked, nonchalance visible in his tone.
"I came with them. They wanted to apologize." Naka stepped aside, revealing the very bullies who had beaten Shun earlier. Their eyes darted nervously, avoiding his gaze.
Anger surged in Shun's chest. These bastards nearly beat me to death, and now they have the nerve to show up here without shame.
He drew a breath, calming himself. Not the right time to lash out. I'll wait. Out loud, he simply said, "Yeah?" His gaze sharpened, daring them to speak.
At Naka's nudge, the boys shouted together, "We're sorry!"
Shun's reply was a cold, dismissive, "Hmm."
Naka ushered them away, then turned back to Shun with a practiced smile. "Yashiro will prepare an apology gift for you. You know his grandfather is the clan 'head', so he has to maintain appearances." His tone was sweet, but the weight behind it was closer to a threat.
"There's no need. I'm fine with just the apology," Shun said, smiling politely, understanding the warning hidden in his words.
"Smart kid. Then I'll leave you to rest. Take care." Naka smirked and walked away.
The moment his back disappeared, Shun's polite smile twisted into something darker. A devilish smirk spread across his lips. That apology will only last them a while. And you, Naka Uchiha—you just put yourself on my radar.
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