Naruto: Satoru Uchiha

When Satoru regained consciousness, the faint sound of an argument reached his ears.

"Enough, I'm going to keep this child, no matter what."

The voice was gentle but firm, unmistakably a woman's.

"Gray hair at birth, it's an ominous sign. Besides, no one in the Uchiha family has ever been born with blue eyes. How do you even know he's my blood?"

An older male voice responded, skeptical and disapproving.

"Why? Just because he came from my womb. Are you doubting me?" The woman's voice returned, filled with determination and anger.

"Enough. This child will be named Satoru Uchiha and will be recognized as the second son of Uchiha Fugaku. No more arguments."

Huh? That sounded strange.

Uchiha? 

Satoru's mind, still groggy, tried to piece things together. Could it be that his obsession with *Shonen Jump* had pushed him into a bizarre dream? 

Well, better to ignore it and pretend it's just a figment of his imagination. After all, dreams like this—ridiculous fantasies of a teenage boy—are better left forgotten. With that, Zihu drifted back to sleep.

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When he woke up again, he found himself staring at the ceiling above with pale blue eyes shrouded in a misty sheen.

Did I… cross over?

Not just any world either, but the perilous world of *Naruto*. 

Why couldn't it have been a better place? Wouldn't it have been better to transmigrate to a peaceful, carefree world? This high-risk, battle-driven universe was totally out of sync with his personality.

Satoru sighed inwardly, but his eyes remained calm, like the surface of an undisturbed lake. He glanced at the system interface that came with his new reality.

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**Host:** Satoru

**World:** Naruto 

**Template Unlocked:** Satoru Gojo's Curse Power Ceiling 

**Unlock Percentage:** 0% 

**Acting Points:** 0 

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When the template's progress reaches 10%, the first ability, *Six Eyes*, will be unlocked. Acting points can be used to purchase items from the system's store or advance template progress. Every 1,000 points can be converted to 1% progress. Talk about a rip-off.

The system's store refreshes with new items daily. Today's random items were:

- S-grade Sealing Scroll 

- Sweet Tri-colored Dango 

- Strawberry Cheesecake 

What use were these now? His acting points were at zero—an absolute void.

Satoru stared at the empty count of acting points, deep in thought. Quite the coincidence, wasn't it? His new name was Satoru, and he even had to play the role of Gojo Satoru, the ultimate caster.

Funny.

Feeling his facial muscles contract involuntarily, Satoru turned his head to see a three-year-old toddler persistently poking at his cheeks.

Wait a minute. Is this his older brother, Uchiha Itachi? The very one who would go on to destroy their clan?

It seemed he would have to earn acting points if he wanted to survive in this dangerous world—and indulge in sweets from time to time.

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The dango was sweet and chewy, with a subtle firmness that brought comfort in the harsh winter.

"Ahh."

Satoru sighed contentedly, leaning back on the chair in the shop. Half his face was hidden beneath a black blindfold, his white hair a striking contrast. He wore the standard Uchiha clan attire with a lazy, carefree air.

"Satoru, children shouldn't eat so many sweets," said a cute, serious-looking boy at the doorway, his disapproval clear as he eyed the towering stack of plates on the table.

"Itachi, don't be so serious. Didn't you have some too?" Satoru replied nonchalantly, sprawled across the chair.

"Satoru, you should call me 'brother.' And remember, your pocket money has been confiscated," Itachi said, raising an eyebrow at the defiant child before him.

"Oh, was that so?"

"It was," Itachi confirmed, folding his arms sternly.

Satoru exaggerated his nod, a sly grin spreading across his face as he approached Itachi. "Itachi, isn't it time for you to take a calcium supplement?" He laid a hand on Itachi's shoulder, adopting a mock-serious expression.

Though only five, Satoru was as tall as Itachi, who was nearly eight. Whether due to some genetic quirk or not, the three-year difference barely showed.

Itachi's brow twitched at Satoru's cheeky comment, and a playful yet irritated tic appeared on his forehead. He smirked, raising his fingers to flick Satoru's forehead.

Just before Itachi could connect, Satoru disappeared in a blur.

Huh? Gone?

A flicker of surprise crossed Itachi's usually composed face. However, years of ninja training and keen instincts led him to sense Satoru's presence behind him.

Itachi spun around, only to find Satoru standing there, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hey, Itachi!" Satoru waved, smiling widely.

"Not bad," Itachi remarked, a hint of admiration breaking through his serious expression. Even he hadn't managed to track the movement—it was fast.

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