I Am Fugaku Uchiha

Fugaku changed the subject. "Hey, Mikoto, can you show me the way to the training ground?"

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to lead me?" Mikoto asked, puzzled.

Fugaku felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He couldn't afford to seem inexperienced; otherwise, he'd raise suspicion. But how could he find the training ground?

"Ah, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something. You lead the way," Fugaku said, masking his uncertainty. Although he had knowledge of the Naruto world, navigating the village and its era was still unfamiliar territory for him as a transmigrator.

Despite his doubts, memories of ninjutsu and its usage lingered in his thought, seemingly passed down by  "Fugaku" before his departure. He felt compelled to give it a try, even if he wasn't entirely sure why.

"Sure thing, come with me," Mikoto replied with a smile, taking his arm and leading him in the opposite direction. Fugaku notice her slight limp, feeling embarrassment as he realized it might be related to their activity last night.

Lost in thought, Fugaku was interrupted by a individual. "Clan head-sama, something happened,"

Fugaku forced a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he reassured, though inwardly perplexed by the sudden interruption.

The man, a member of the Uchiha clan, looked surprised at Fugaku's response. Had the stoic clan head really just smiled?

Noticing the man's reaction, Fugaku quickly corrected himself. "What's the matter? Tell me," he prompted.

"There are some people causing trouble over there, they seem drunk..." the man trailed off, clearly uncomfortable bringing up the issue.

Fugaku was taken aback again, then He had almost forgotten that the Uchiha clan served as Konoha's police force, and he seemed to be its captain. Well, he hadn’t figured out the timeline yet, and he had to deal with these trivial matters, but he felt something off.

"It's just a brawl, right?" Fugaku pondered aloud, surprised that a mere scuffle required the clan head's intervention. Based on his deductions, he seemed to be the head of the Konoha police force now.

Mikoto, too, seemed puzzled. "Seiki, what's the matter?" she inquired.

Seiki, the ninja, seemed hesitant as he spoke. "Well, the brawl is... Tsunade-sama's doing..." he admitted awkwardly.

Fugaku was taken aback. Tsunade? Hadn't she left Konoha yet? What era was this?

"Go ahead; work comes first," Mikoto gently reminded Fugaku, seeing his confusion.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Fugaku nodded. "Then you should also rest," he suggested to Mikoto.

Despite the circumstances, Mikoto had been up since dawn cooking and tending to chores. She followed Fugaku without complaint as he led the way. Fugaku couldn't help but sigh. What kind of karma had led him to have such good wife?

As they approached the source of trouble, Fugaku attempted conversation with Seiki. "Do you know Kakashi?" he asked.

Fugaku had a clearly remember of Konoha’s twelve ninja, who embarked on their adventures in the sixtieth year of Konoha, at the age of twelve.

Kakashi was twenty-six during that time, while the legendary Sannin were fifty. Fugaku had knew the Naruto world and was familiar with the major events in Konoha’s history. By determining Kakashi’s age, he could estimate the current timeline and anticipate future events.

"Oh, you're referring to Lord Sakumo's child. That kid is indeed a prodigy," Uchiha Saike remarked, before Fugaku abruptly cut him off. "Just tell me if you know or not," Fugaku interjected sharply, his tone befitting a ninja.

Saike complied, stating matter-of-factly, "Yes, that kid is eight years old this year and already a Chunin Ninja."

Deep in thought, Fugaku nodded, contemplating the implications. Sensing Fugaku's silence, Saike continued, "It's quite unfortunate. Lord Sakumo, a hero, ended his life last year. It's truly a pity."