Ch-3

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As for taijutsu, I planned to use my previous experiences in martial arts that I learned on Earth. I had been a taekwondo black belt, receiving the belt at a fairly young age because I lived in Korea for the first decade of my life. While I only remembered three of the eight black belt forms completely, I knew that would be enough for the beginning of my training. I planned to mix some forms of this world with the Taekwondo forms I remembered to create my own unique fighting style. And I knew that was necessary too since Taekwondo was more defensively orientated.

I pondered on other important skills that could be useful for my shinobi career, my body walking and following the group ahead while on autopilot. Fuuinjutsu was definitely at the top of my list, on par with ninjutsu in terms of interest. While the art was never really explored in depth due to the destruction of the Uzumaki clan, the clan with the most knowledge about fuuinjutsu, I knew that fuuinjutsu was useful and outright dangerous depending on the person utilizing the art. Additionally, the art seemed very underappreciated in the main series and if there were greater unknowns surrounding fuuinjutsu, then enemy shinobi would have a difficult time countering the said art. That was one of the reasons why I was keen on learning fuuinjutsu, but my ultimate goal with fuuinjutsu was rather straightforward.

Hiraishin no Jutsu, also known as the Flying Thunder God Technique.

There were other skills to consider too, such as kenjutsu, but my thoughts were set on the areas I had in mind for the time being. After all, trying to do too much would stretch my physical and mental capacities to the brink.

My consciousness drifted back into reality and I looked around to see how far from the academy I was. That was when I realized that the Academy group that next to me just a few minutes ago was no longer nearby. I was in the middle of one of the business districts, with no Academy in sight. I looked around frantically, my eyes scanning every face around me. A feeling of dread settled into my stomach as I realized that I did not recognize anyone in the vicinity. While I could ask for directions, the orphanage caretaker had warned us that the walk would be long and difficult without any help. While I wasn't a particularly punctual person, I did not want to be late on my first day and suffer the consequences.

And if I did not arrive and register in time, there was a chance that I would be dropped from the Academy.

Biting the bottom of my lip in frustration, I looked around to see if there were any prospective Academy students nearby. Since I needed to head towards the Academy right away, I couldn't afford to make the wrong turn and arrive later than expected. I didn't trust my directional skills, as they were terrible. I had discovered this after I acquired my driving license. I needed absolute reassurance that I would arrive at the Academy, at least somewhat on time.

After several minutes of waiting, my eyes glanced over to a tall man and a small girl walking past me. Both individuals had jet black hair and piercing onyx eyes. The man wore a dark blue kimono with a white undershirt and carried himself with dignity. His face was stern and cold, his eyes giving every individual he saw a calculating look. His body radiated a presence, a powerful presence that attracted the attention and respect of nearby civilians.

The girl next to him, which I could only assume was his daughter, looked around my age, at least my physical age. Her hair reached just past her shoulders and her attire was much less formal. She wore a black hoodie, navy blue shorts, and brown sandals. Unlike her father, she seemed a bit more open about her emotions as she greeted civilians on the street with a smile.

That was when I saw the distinct clan marking on the back of the hoodie and kimono that the two wore. The symbol looked like a paper fan, with the top half being red and the bottom half being white. I realized why the marking looked so familiar. It was the same symbol that Sasuke Uchiha wore to denote his clan: the Uchiha clan symbol.

From what I had seen in the series, most Uchiha had a giant stick up their ass or had an ego the size of Asia. But I was running out of time and options, so I swallowed my nervousness and anticipation. I quickly moved my feet to approach the duo and I stopped both of them on their tracks. Both of them looked confused as I bowed to the girl and then to the older Uchiha. "Uchiha-sama, I apologize for bothering you while you are busy. My name is Hiroyoshi Osato and I wanted to ask for help."

I could not see the man's expression as I maintained my bow, but the man was silent for several seconds before he answered. "Raise your head, Hiroyoshi."

I straightened my back and made eye contact with the man I was speaking to. The adult Uchiha maintained his cold steel gaze but seemed a bit intrigued at my presence. "Now then, what request do you have for me and my daughter?

"Today was supposed to be my first day at the Academy and I was separated from the group I was with. I came to you because I saw that your daughter was around the same age as I was. If you were on your way to the Academy, I wanted to request to follow you and your daughter to the Academy." I replied without hesitation. While the man's gaze was piercing, I maintained eye contact with the older Uchiha.

The Uchiha's eyes narrowed as he inspected me from top to bottom, his expression betraying none of his thoughts. "Pray tell me, why should I help you reach the Academy? If you can not reach the Academy by yourself, then are you even worthy to be a shinobi?"

I could hear my own heartbeat as the elder Uchiha's aura suddenly became thicker, choking the very air I was breathing. His eyes flashed as his unrelenting gaze hardened. I almost gasped for air before replying. "I was raised in an orphanage, Uchiha-sama. I have never explored the village. I was separated from my group because I was thinking of my future plans as a shinobi. "

After my reply, the man's daughter opened her mouth to speak but immediately closed it after her father glared at her. He turned his head back towards me and nodded. "And what are your plans, young one?"

"To survive and to become better," I answered without hesitation. While I had only been in Konoha for several hours, I did have a strong desire to survive and thrive in the shinobi world. After all, if I didn't, I was as good as dead.

All of a sudden, the pressure that the male Uchiha was exerting receded. The man broke his emotionless facade and let out a small smirk. "Very interesting. Almost no children are able to talk to me when I am emitting my killing intent. I was annoyed since you interrupted my walk with my daughter to her first day at the Academy and wanted you to run away in terror, but it seems that you are different than most. You are rather mature for your age and I can see a fiery determination in your eyes."

I internally winced since I definitely did not sound like a seven-year old. I did phrase my words to sound a bit more simplistic, but I still sounded a bit older than my age suggested. But I hadn't been seven years old for seventeen years, and I honestly didn't know how to pretend to act like a child. Was I supposed to pout every three seconds? Was I supposed to be whiny and annoying? Hell, I couldn't remember what I was like when I was twelve. I vowed to make an effort to sound younger, but if I sounded somewhat older than my age, then so be it. Most people would assume that I was just mature for my age. After all, no one would guess that a twenty-four year old man was now stuck in a child's body.

"Father!" The young Uchiha girl gave her father a murderous look as she pulled on his kimono's sleeve, "You promised not to do that to any of my classmates!"

To my surprise, her father let out a small laugh as the girl pouted. "I said only to your classmates, Mikoto. Hiroyoshi here is not your classmate just yet."

It was a bit unsettling to see the stoic Uchiha laughing, but my mind was already elsewhere.

Mikoto, Mikoto. Now, where have I heard that name before? I thought as I watched the two Uchiha interact.

"I realized that I have not yet introduced myself to you! I apologize for my rudeness, little one. My name is Mikio Uchiha and this is my daughter, Mikoto Uchiha. As you may have suspected, today is her first day at the Academy. For passing my small "test," I will allow you to accompany us to the Academy."

That was when I realized who Mikoto was. The young girl's friendliness was what threw me off, as her son's personality was the exact opposite of her personality. Even so, she looked similar to the Last Uchiha and even dressed similarly.

She was Mikoto Uchiha, the future mother of Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha.

After realizing this, I unknowingly stared at her for several seconds before Mikoto's father cleared his throat. "I realize that you may be... interested in my daughter, but perhaps you should be more subtle about your staring."