Arata stared blankly at the clan emblem carved into the wall
a pattern that, absurdly enough, reminded him of a giant ping-pong paddle.
The familiar red-and-white fan of the Uchiha clan always sent his thoughts drifting.
Three years had passed since he arrived in this world.
Never in his life had Arata imagined that transmigration was real—
let alone that he would awaken in the world of Naruto.
And of all possible places… the Uchiha clan.
But seriously… couldn't fate have sent him back a little earlier?
Why drop him straight into the years leading up to Itachi's massacre?
That timing alone was enough to make his scalp go numb.
Sure, he was a few years older than Itachi, but he didn't possess even half of Itachi's—or Shisui's—talent.
Being a ninja demanded true genius.
Although Arata had managed to awaken the Sharingan to the three-tomoe stage—thanks to foresight from his previous life and the unusually strong spiritual power granted by transmigration—it still wasn't enough.
With those eyes, he had earned the fearsome title of the "Copy Eye of the Uchiha," striking fear into enemies and carving out a modest reputation for himself.
But talent… talent was something that couldn't be copied.
Take Minato Namikaze, for example.
No bloodline. No clan.
Yet he dominated an entire generation of Konoha shinobi with nothing but his Flying Thunder God Technique—and went on to become Hokage.
Or Itachi.
Yes, he possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan, but what truly made him terrifying wasn't his eyes—it was his mind.
The Mangekyō merely polished an already flawless blade.
Just consider this: Itachi used the Mangekyō for years without losing his sight, even after his final battle with Sasuke.
Meanwhile, Sasuke's Mangekyō nearly blinded him in a short time, forcing him to transplant his brother's eyes to awaken the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.
Right now, Arata was older than Itachi and had reached the same level....three tomoe.
And yet, during sparring matches, he could never gain the upper hand.
This was despite awakening the three-tomoe Sharingan a full year earlier than Itachi.
With a stronger body and more combat experience, the best Arata could manage was a draw.
Once Itachi awakened the Mangekyō, Arata knew the truth—
a single glance would be enough to crush him.
Sasuke would soon enter the Ninja Academy.
Which meant Shisui's death—and the Uchiha massacre—were not far off.
His time was running out.
Just as these grim thoughts flooded his mind, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed within his consciousness.
"Due to the host's proficient control of the Sharingan, the Sharingan Upgrade System has been activated."
The sudden voice startled him so badly that he jumped to his feet.
"Genjutsu?" he muttered. "No… impossible."
He forced himself to calm down, breathing steadily as he analyzed the situation.
"Even among the Uchiha, my spiritual power is considered exceptional.
If this were Mangekyō-level genjutsu, I would sense something wrong at the very least."
"And it's not the Yamanaka clan… this isn't their kind of ability."
Realization struck him like lightning.
"So… this is it," he whispered.
"My golden finger has finally arrived."
Taking a deep breath, Arata closed his eyes and spoke silently.
Open system.
After fumbling through the interface for a while, he finally grasped how it worked.
The system had only one purpose—to evolve his Sharingan.
The method was deceptively simple:
Copy and Learn.
Copying was straightforward—replicating techniques observed through his eyes.
Learning, however, went far deeper.
It wasn't just imitation.
It meant comprehension… digestion… and ultimately, making the ability entirely his own.....fuel to push the Sharingan toward its next stage.
At his current level, his Sharingan was already capable of beginning to learn Mangekyō techniques.
Arata raised a hand to his eyes, a grin slowly spreading across his face.
The timing of this golden finger couldn't have been better.
Originally, he had planned to flee before Itachi's massacre—
perhaps secretly save a few close clan members, but nothing more.
Drawing attention would only invite disaster.
Obito.
The Third Hokage.
Or worse… Danzo.
But now?
If this system was truly as powerful as it claimed to be, then even if things spiraled out of control…
He might survive.
Closing the system panel, Arata frowned slightly, deep in thought.
The next step was clear.
Whose ocular technique should he learn first?
With his current Sharingan strength, he could copy two Mangekyō techniques—one per eye.
But there were very few Mangekyō users alive at this point in time.
By his estimation, Shisui's Mangekyō should already be awakened.
Itachi's would only emerge after Shisui's death.
There was also Fugaku's—hidden, even in death.
Obito's pair.
And Kakashi's single Sharingan.
Arata's eyes narrowed.
The choice he made next… would determine whether he lived or died.
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