Dusk fell.
Itachi returned home filled with unanswered questions.
"I'm back!"
"Itachi, why are you so late today?"
"Play with Sasuke—he's missed you all day. Dinner's almost ready."
Uchiha Mikoto spoke gently.
As Itachi removed his shoes, baby Sasuke—now crawling—scurtered over, babbling for attention.
Itachi's mood brightened as he affectionately ruffled his brother's hair and lifted him. Yet his thoughts lingered on the day's odd encounter.
That girl who'd suddenly fled...
Surely she hadn't cursed at him?
Impossible.
Her fine attire and blade marked her as nobility. Moreover, she'd borne the Uchiha crest.
How could such refinement conceal vulgarity?
...
"Ugh!"
"Bloody hell!"
In an inconspicuous Uchiha clan cottage,
the "girl" violently tore off her long skirt, movements utterly devoid of aristocratic grace.
This was no maiden.
Though delicate-featured with an unusually lilting voice,
the owner was unmistakably male—
Uchiha Seiken,
a clansman who'd crossed worlds precisely 48 hours prior.
Truth be told, Uchiha rarely bred ugly offspring.
With doll-like features, natural elegance, and ethereal vocals,
crossdressing Seiken passed effortlessly as female—
not that he enjoyed it.
Sinking into his prepared bath, Seiken closed his eyes.
A translucent interface materialized in his mind:
[Host: Uchiha Seiken. Current World: Naruto World.]
[Main Quest: Survive the Uchiha Massacre Night. (Ongoing)]
[Side Quest: Master Senbonzakura's Shikai. (3.9% Complete)]
[Innate Buff: +30% Cultivation Efficiency While Crossdressed]
As a transmigrator, Seiken possessed his cheat system—
treating this existence as an RPG where he alone played.
Rewards came through quests.
His Senbonzakura blade and cultivation buff comprised the newbie package from his first completed mission.
Hence the crossdressing.
These weren't safe times for Uchiha.
Konoha's omnipresent surveillance, villagers' growing hostility, and the Hokage's wariness all loomed.
Most critical—
the clan extermination countdown.
Itachi was six now.
School this year, graduation next. Three years to chunin, three more to ANBU.
Time dwindled for both clan and Seiken.
Worse, the kin-slaughterer himself was monstrously strong.
Problematic.
Though resentful, lore-savvy Seiken acknowledged reality—
This era belonged to Uchiha Itachi.
Seven years.
From Sharingan awakening to Mangekyo.
From academy student to ANBU captain.
Absurd.
The pressure mounted.
Hence the crucial 30% cultivation boost.
Currently, progress hinged on the Senbonzakura leaning against his tub.
Mastering Shikai then Bankai might grant true standing power.
But first, he needed死神's four basic disciplines:
Zanjutsu (Swordsmanship), Hakuda (Hand-to-Hand), Hohō (Movement), Kidō (Demon Arts).
The newbie package had implanted these fundamentals.
His child's body demanded starting from basics—
hence today's chopping practice witnessed by Itachi.
Recalling the encounter darkened Seiken's expression.
"Damnit, I'll need new training grounds tomorrow."
After cursing again, he dressed and retired.
Though crossdressing boosted cultivation, the shame lingered...
The warm bath eased physical strain,
but his juvenile frame couldn't sustain intense training.
As drowsiness claimed him, Seiken clutched Senbonzakura.
Inevitably,
he and that white-eyed traitor would clash.
Dawn broke.
Seiken departed early.
Basic slashes could be practiced indoors, but his ambitions surpassed mere Zanjutsu.
After winding through Uchiha territory's remotest woods,
he halted at an ultra-secluded spot.
Drawing his blade toward a giant tree:
First—a few hundred cuts!
He'd cultivate silently in drag,
then upon shedding the skirt—
pummel everyone into submission!