I Am Fugaku Uchiha

Fugaku let out a long sigh. He didn’t know what was going on, but survival was the most important thing right now.

"Hmm, you’re back? Sorry, I must have dozed off for a while." Mikoto’s gentle voice came from the bedroom.

Fugaku turned his head and saw Mikoto standing at the bedroom door, rubbing her eyes. He was somewhat amazed. How in the world did he score such a beautiful wife? And she was so kind and noble too?

Just by looking at this aspect, this transmigration was still a success. At least he wouldn’t have to use his hands anymore.

"It’s okay, Mikoto. Come here, and let’s talk. I don’t feel like going out today." Fugaku sat up straight and spoke as he hugged the pendant.

Living might be easy for others, but not for him, who knew the future. He hoped he could go back, but if he couldn’t, he only had about ten years left to live. And he had to live carefully.

He wasn't as strong as Uchiha Fugaku yet. He had thought about it before. The massacre of the Uchiha clan was bound to happen; even if Uchiha Itachi didn’t do it, someone else would. It was unavoidable.

He had promised Uchiha Fugaku in his dream to save his clan, but at that time, he only considered it a dream. He didn’t have any clue about what he was really going to do.

Of course, he had also thought about leaving Konoha. But where could he go in such era? The third war was about to begin. If he left Konoha, he would be a traitor. The head of the Uchiha clan is becoming a traitor. That would make him a target for the five nations.

Fugaku embarce Mikoto and started to learn everything about this world. And so they spent another wonderful day together.

Any man in his situation would probably lose control at night. But surprisingly, he held back last night. As a bachelor, he was not used to living with a wife all of a sudden.

He needed some time to adjust to such a life. Besides, he felt some uneasiness in his body, as if there was something additional that made him feel weird.

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Despite his lingering unease, he steeled himself to face the day. Now and then, he watched with envy as nimble ninjas leaped across rooftops. Wait, could he do that too?

Experimenting with the technique in his mind, he gathered his resolve and attempted to move with ninja-like speed. With a swift motion, he propelled himself forward, but he misjudged the force.

He collided with a wall, the impact rattling his body and causing a crack to form. Although he escaped without serious injury, the pain was palpable. However, observing the resilience of the ninjas around him, he couldn't help but wonder if they were all so tough.

"Hmm, it doesn’t seem to hurt much, and it didn’t bleed... Could it be that the ninjas in this world are all so resilient?" Fugaku mused, bewildered by abnormal situation.

"What’s wrong with him?"

"Shh, lower your voice; he’s the captain of the police force."

"Ah, really? Let’s go, let’s go."

However, his contemplation was interrupted by the hushed whispers of the crowd around him. Realizing he was in the midst of the street, Fugaku stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed. His attention was then drawn to three young ninjas approaching him.

"Hey, Shikaku, did I see that right?" The red-haired, chubby-looking ninja asked his companion with spiky black hair beside him.

"Huh? I think so. What about you, Inoichi?"

Inoichi Yamanaka, the blond ninja, nodded in agreement. "I saw it too. The head of the Uchiha clan is actually smiling at us. That’s unbelievable."

Fugaku couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the stern demeanor associated with him. According to his knowlege, the former clan leader rarely smiled, reserving such warmth for his family alone.

The trio who had just passed by were the older Ino-Shika-Cho trio: Nara Shikaku, Yamanaka Inoichi, and Akimichi Chouza. Their reputations preceded them, having undertaken numerous missions and gained recognition.

This information had been shared by Mikoto during their conversation the previous day, Fugaku ambled around until he reached the building adorned with the Konoha Police sign. Pausing before entering, he took a moment to memorize the surroundings.

"Clan leader, good day."

"Good day, clan leader."

"Good day to you all as well."

Greeted by two young Uchiha clansmen upon his arrival, Fugaku couldn't shake off the peculiar sensation of assuming a position of authority. In the past, he had always been an employee, never expecting to ascend to such a role.

Reflecting on his current circumstances, Fugaku contemplated the peak of his life - a fulfilled existence with a loving wife, a thriving career, and authority. Konoha Village, despite its name, rivaled small cities in size and complexity.

Inside the police station, Fugaku delved into various pieces of information. With a population exceeding 150,000, Konoha housed 30,000 to 40,000 ninjas alongside civilians ninja.

The Uchiha clan, with its emphasis on bloodlines, boasted a significant presence, members. Notably, nearly one-tenth of the village's ninja population hailed from the Uchiha clan, a testament to their influence.

Comparatively, even the esteemed Hyuga clan. This numerical advantage, coupled with their prowess, resulted in the Uchiha clan being subject to suppression by the Leaf village's senior management.

Navigating the responsibilities of the police force, Fugaku perused information, procured a rough map of Konoha, and partook in a hasty meal before preparing for the training ground.

Konoha police, huh? Doing this kind of work that offended people, Uchiha was unlucky...

The work of the police is relatively easy, at least for now. So Fugaku checked the information  morning, found a rough map of Konoha, ate something, and then got ready to go to the training ground.

Not all members of the Uchiha clan possess the Sharingan eyes; in fact, most do not. Those who have awakened their Sharingan, even if it’s only a one-tomoe Sharingan, are considered geniuses.

Out of the clan member in the Uchiha clan, only about a hundred have awakened their Sharingan. Of those, only about a hundred have a one-tomoe Sharingan, and only a dozen or so have a three-tomoe Sharingan, including Fugaku himself.

"You’re late again!" someone exclaimed.