[Conversation target: Uchiha Fugaku]
[Analyzing copyable entries…]
Two large system prompts floated before his eyes.
Uchiha Arata blinked, suddenly enlightened.
So that was how it worked.
Entries from the dead required physical contact to be seen.
Entries from the living, on the other hand, required communication and interaction to reveal.
He nodded to himself and continued chatting idly with Uchiha Fugaku, pulling the conversation in all directions.
Soon enough, the first entry appeared.
A refined blue halo shimmered softly.
[Excellent Entry – Clan Head's Authority (Blue): During clan deliberations, persuasion effectiveness increased by 30%.]
Clan Head's Authority?
Jin shook his head and immediately looked further down.
This thing was useless to him.
What—was he supposed to raise a banner in a tavern and overthrow Konoha or something?
…Huh?
Wait.
Actually—
That didn't sound entirely impossible.
His little eyes blinked twice, and he suddenly felt that the idea wasn't half bad.
From today onward, call him Uchiha Douhuan!
As the conversation deepened, more and more entries surfaced.
[Fire Release Mastery (Blue), Fire Release · Phoenix Flower Jutsu (Green), Sharingan (Blue), Malice Perception (Green), Mangekyō Sharingan (Purple), Glimpse of Fate (Gold)…]
Glimpse of Fate?
Gold-tier?!
Jin's voice abruptly rose mid-sentence, shooting up at least three decibels.
"This… should be Fugaku's Mangekyō ability, right?"
He took a deep breath, awed.
"As expected—related to fate."
He had suspected it long ago, but seeing it with his own eyes was still shocking.
And once again, he couldn't help but sigh—
The Uchiha clan truly were the chosen ones of the version.
These eyes were absolutely bugged.
If the so-called Crown Prince didn't cheat, trying to beat the Second Pillar would be nearly impossible.
[Conversation with Uchiha Fugaku has exceeded ten minutes. Attempting to copy entry…]
[Copy successful. Congratulations, host, on obtaining Excellent Entry: Sharingan (Blue).]
[Sharingan (Blue): Grants extraordinary perception, allows observation of chakra flow, casting and seeing through genjutsu, and copying taijutsu and non–bloodline-limit ninjutsu.]
He copied it?!
Uchiha Arata was genuinely surprised.
It had only been a test, yet he'd actually managed to copy the Sharingan from his father.
Even if this thing was practically everywhere in the clan—
He was only two and a half years old!
A surge of joy erupted from deep within.
His brain, overstimulated, began pumping dopamine like crazy.
And then—
He clutched his eyes and once again couldn't help bowing his head in wild laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
Fugaku beside him: ...
He stared blankly, a hint of concern surfacing in his gaze.
"Oh no… don't tell me this kid got his brain smashed by that beam?"
"If Mikoto finds out, that'll be—hm?!"
Just as he was worrying about how to explain this to his wife, something flickered in the corner of his vision.
He immediately turned and looked at his second son.
His gaze locked onto Jin's eyes.
Even as the Uchiha clan head, his breathing involuntarily quickened.
"Red?"
"His eyes are bloodshot… this kid definitely hit his head!"
He panicked—
but when he caught sight of the tomoe within those crimson eyes, a thought struck him like lightning.
His flustered movements froze completely.
"No… no, that's not bloodshot."
"It's… he's awakened them!"
He lowered his head, staring at the child who had finally stopped laughing.
An extremely complex expression surfaced in his eyes.
On one hand—relief and pride.
His son… just two and a half years old… had opened the Sharingan?!
This was completely abnormal!
In the past, the earliest anyone in the clan awakened it was around ten years old—
after experiencing life-and-death trauma and drastic emotional upheaval.
Even his own prodigious eldest son—
Itachi, hailed as the hope of the Uchiha clan at age five—
Showed no signs of awakening yet.
And yet—
Right here.
Right in front of him.
Just because he, as a father, had spoken a few perfunctory words…
His second son laughed.
And after laughing—
He awakened the Sharingan?!
Yes!
That had to be it!
This child wasn't just emotionally extreme—he also deeply valued familial bonds!
And he, as a father, had been too consumed by clan affairs,
Neglecting family,
Neglecting Jin's feelings.
That neglect had just pushed Jin into emotional upheaval—triggering the awakening.
Guilt and self-blame welled up in Fugaku's eyes as he spoke softly,
"I'm sorry, Jin… Father has neglected you too much…"
He made up his mind then and there to pay more attention to this child in the future.
"But about your awakening—no one can know. Understand?"
"And also—"
Uchiha Arata: ???
Why was the dignified clan head suddenly so long-winded?
Still, after the joy of awakening passed, he quickly calmed down and looked down at his hands in confusion.
Muttering to himself:
"Three times…"
From transmigrating to now—less than a single day—
He had already burst into manic laughter three times!
This wasn't right.
"Could it be… there really is a 'maniacal laughter' gene in the Uchiha bloodline?"
He sucked in a cold breath and resolved to stay calm in the future.
Then he waved his hand at Fugaku.
"Good night, old—old father. I'm going to sleep."
And before Fugaku could react—
He was pushed straight out.
Bang.
Door shut.
Onto the bed—well, the floor.
Sleep.
Outside the door.
Fugaku's guilty expression froze.
His face became even more complicated—
With the faintest hint of grievance mixed in.
"…Wait. So this kid dragged me over just to awaken his eyes?
And once he was done, he tossed me out?"
He suddenly felt like one of those women in the red-light district—
Used, then thrown away.
After a long while, he sighed and turned toward the next room.
"Well… at least I still have my youngest and Itachi.
Those two will definitely love their father."
With that, he walked toward Uchiha Mikoto's room.
Inside came the soft breathing of one big and one small figure.
Happiness, in that moment, took tangible form.
…
The next morning, early.
Rustle.
"I've got training with Shisui today. Can't be late."
Itachi opened his bedroom door, ready to head out.
"Ah!"
The moment he did, he nearly jumped in fright!
Right outside—
A huge face was staring straight at him.
When he realized it was his little brother's soft, tender face, he finally relaxed.
There were only two reasons Jin would wake up this early.
Either—
He needed the toilet.
Or—
He was heading for the kitchen.
Thinking of that, Itachi's gaze softened even more as he asked gently,
"Did you wake up hungry, Jin?"
"What do you want to eat? Big brother was just about to make breakfast."