Chapter 6: Chinatsu's NotesJust as Sasuke Uchiha was about to pass out from hunger, Chinatsu finally emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of… fried eggs—the result of her painstaking effort, honed under the precise perception of the Sharingan!
While the fried eggs were visually perfect, they were, in the end, still just fried eggs.
The initial excitement she felt while cooking faded instantly, replaced by a deep sense of embarrassment.
"Sorry… this is all I could make."
Chinatsu reluctantly placed the plate on the table. Sasuke sniffed the aroma, and in the next second, he abruptly sat upright.
A mere fried egg?
To Sasuke, who had trained relentlessly since dawn and carried the emotional weight of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, this was far better than any meal from outside. Without hesitation, he devoured everything on the plate, his movements quick and decisive.
"Sister… your cooking still tastes the same as before… it's delicious."
"Is… is that so?"
Chinatsu smiled awkwardly, turning her head slightly.
She couldn't help but think—she had just used the Sharingan to fry eggs. Could it be that the original owner of this body also relied on such absurd precision for cooking?
…No, that would be too ridiculous.
Well! Never mind that for now!
Sasuke has already begun training seriously, so I have to work hard too!
Even if I was a shut-in before, I'm still someone who gets things done when it matters!
Of course… part of that determination came from necessity.
After all, she had transmigrated into the world of Naruto, becoming Sasuke's older sister—one of the last survivors of the Uchiha clan.
This identity… was far too dangerous.
Wouldn't it have been better to be reborn somewhere peaceful?
For example, in another world like pirates—becoming someone carefree, with powerful protectors around…
But here?
In Konohagakure, power determined survival.
Chinatsu was not naïve.
Leaving aside threats from other hidden villages that coveted the Sharingan, even within Konoha itself lurked danger—especially from Danzo Shimura and his secretive Root faction.
If she were captured by outsiders, she might be reduced to a tool—forced into marriage to pass on the Uchiha bloodline.
If she fell into Danzo's hands…
At best, she would lose her eyes.
At worst—her life would end before it truly began.
No.
At the very least… she needed to reach Kage-level strength.
There was still time before the main story unfolded, and this body clearly possessed exceptional talent—multiple chakra natures and strong Uchiha lineage.
She refused to believe she couldn't rise to that level.
Chinatsu's blood boiled.
She clenched her fists, her eyes burning with determination.
Sasuke, who had been standing nearby, froze for a moment when he saw her expression. Then, as if reignited himself, he suddenly jumped up.
"Sister! I'm going back to train!"
Without waiting for a response, he dashed out of the living room.
Chinatsu didn't stop him.
Such intense training would overwhelm an ordinary child—but Sasuke was no ordinary child. He was the reincarnation of Indra Otsutsuki, carrying extraordinary potential within him.
Compared to Sasuke, it was time she focused on herself.
For the past few days, all her attention had been on him.
Now… she needed to grow stronger too.
With that thought, Chinatsu left the living room and instinctively walked toward her room.
When she stepped inside, her gaze fell upon a familiar object resting on the desk.
"Hm… this is… a notebook?"
She picked it up and flipped through it casually.
Although she hadn't examined it closely before, it was clearly a personal journal.
Who even keeps notes like this?
…Was it me?
Well, whatever.
Chinatsu sat down and opened to the first page, reading carefully.
Page 1: I graduated from the Ninja Academy! Even though I'm just a genin, I'll keep working hard!
Page 3: My chakra affinities are wind, lightning, and fire. The instructors say I'm talented. If I keep improving… can I surpass Itachi Uchiha? Thinking about it like that makes me excited!
Page 8: I've completed several missions already, so why does everyone still only praise Itachi? I'll become a Chunin soon!
Page 16: I became a Chunin… but nothing changed. The clan still expects me to act like a proper lady. I can tolerate that… but giving up missions? Never.
Page 23: Engagement? Without asking me? I'm still young! I want to become a Jonin… my goal is Hokage!
Page 30: It's been seven days since I left active duty. Staying inside the clan is suffocating. Pretending to be a "perfect lady" all day is exhausting…
Page 32: Something feels wrong within the clan. The elders won't say anything, but my instincts tell me something major is about to happen…
Page 33: I'm going to escape! I refuse to be controlled like this. Tomorrow, I'll leave and live freely!
And then—
It ended.
There was no page thirty-four.
Because the next day… everything was erased by the Uchiha Clan Massacre.
Chinatsu closed the notebook slowly.
Fragments of memory surfaced more clearly now.
The original owner of this body—
A rebellious, determined kunoichi who refused to be confined.
"In a way… we're quite similar."
She let out a quiet breath.
Though she had only read the diary, it felt as if she had lived another person's life.
A strange, indescribable feeling—one only a transmigrator could understand.
"Don't worry… if you didn't want to live as a caged 'lady,' then I won't either."
"And your dream of becoming stronger… I'll carry it forward."
"I'll survive in this world."
Chinatsu reached for a pen.
Turning to the next blank page, she pressed the tip down firmly.
I'll finish your unfinished diary.
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Respectable people might not keep diaries—
But she never claimed to be respectable.
With steady strokes, she began outlining her future training plan.
At the top of the page, one goal stood out clearly—
Master the A-rank Lightning Release technique…
Chidori.