Charles let out a sigh as he watched the scene on his computer, showing Uchiha Fugaku’s final moments. “The proud leader of the Uchiha clan, the strongest family in Konoha, ending up like this… killed by his own son. Fugaku might have given his all for his son, but it cost him his family.”

Although he’d seen Naruto before, the fall of Uchiha Fugaku still left Charles feeling sad. The powerful Uchiha clan, co-founders of Konoha and known for their Sharingan, had been nearly wiped out, leaving only Sasuke as a reminder of their legacy.

'Maybe Fugaku was a good father, but he wasn’t fit to be the clan leader,' Charles thought. With one last sigh, he turned off his computer.

Outside, the sky was dark, heavy clouds gathering, and a cold breeze blew in through his open window. Feeling sleepy, he headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then lay down in bed, drifting off.

In the middle of the night, Charles suddenly felt aware but couldn’t move. He was trapped, his mind sinking into a deep, endless darkness, surrounded by a thick, oppressive void. He tried to open his eyes, sensing a crushing fear and emptiness around him, as if something was pulling him down. It felt like sleep paralysis, but this time it was far worse.

Determined to break free, Charles focused all his strength on moving just one finger. If he could do that, he thought, he could shake off this feeling. But then, a sharp, intense pain tore through his head, like someone—or something—was trying to force its way in. It felt like his mind was being ripped in two, and flashes of strange, disconnected images raced through his mind, chaotic and impossible to follow.

Just when he thought he’d lose himself to the darkness, the pain in his head began to ease, and his awareness returned. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he realized everything around him had changed.

When he finally opened his eyes in the morning, Charles was no longer in his room. He saw a plain ceiling with a single hanging light bulb, the room around him decorated in a traditional Japanese style. Glancing at his hands, he noticed they were smaller, younger—not the rough hands of a man in his twenties. Confused, he rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of things.

Then, memories started flooding in, but they weren’t his. They belonged to someone else. And then he understood. He was now… Fugaku Uchiha. Somehow, he’d woken up in the body of the young Uchiha, the future clan head, as a teenager.

“So… I’ve become Fugaku Uchiha,” he whispered, struggling to comprehend it all. Shocked and overwhelmed, he knew there was nothing he could do but live as Fugaku.

“Maybe I can prevent the Uchiha from being destroyed… change the fate that led them to that tragedy.”

As he went through Fugaku’s memories, he learned about the current situation in Konoha. While the village was at peace, tensions were simmering beneath the surface. Other villages and nations were quietly preparing for the next war, sending spies to gather information, and Konoha wasn’t unaware.

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Fugaku’s father, Kogaku Uchiha, the clan head and captain of the Konoha Police Force, was fully aware of this. Fugaku knew that the Police Force was mostly a way to keep the Uchiha clan separated from the rest of the village, isolating them since the Second Hokage had assigned them this role. The proud clan member didn’t see that this position kept them distant from Konoha’s real power.

At only thirteen, Fugaku had already learned a lot about Konoha’s hidden operations. Graduating from the Ninja Academy at ten, he’d spent the last three years realizing that the village’s peace was fragile. Just a single spark could restart a war, and Konoha was secretly preparing.

Looking out the window, Fugaku’s determination grew. “If I’m in Fugaku’s body now,” he murmured, “I’ll make sure the Uchiha clan survives and changes their fate.”

Konoha had been around for over twenty years, and although the Uchiha clan was proud—sometimes too proud, which led to clashes with others—they’d contributed a lot as part of the village’s police force.

Even Danzo, who distrusted the Uchiha, wasn’t yet consumed by his later obsession. Now, in Fugaku’s body, Charles saw an opportunity. The upcoming Ninja World War could be a turning point, a chance for the Uchiha to rise and avoid the tragic fate he remembered.

Fugaku stepped outside, the morning sun casting its light on his young face, making him squint. 'The Uchiha are like the sunrise,' he thought. 'Young and full of potential. If guided right, they could shine brighter than ever.'

He splashed cool water on his face to clear his mind. After changing into his training clothes, he checked his ninja gear—several kunai, shuriken, steel wire, and a few other essentials. With his gear ready, he left his small courtyard, following the familiar path made of blue stones toward the village.

The Uchiha district felt like a village within a village, with shops and homes lining the streets. Most stores were run by clan members who weren’t ninjas or had retired, selling daily goods and food.

In Konoha’s early days, the Uchiha clan had lived alongside other villagers. But after Madara Uchiha’s fallout with the First Hokage, and especially after the First’s death, the Second Hokage moved the Uchiha to a corner of the village. Fugaku clenched his fists.

At thirteen, Fugaku had already unlocked his three-tomoe Sharingan, an accomplishment rare even among the Uchiha. Few could match his skills at this age; most only awakened the full Sharingan later in life, if at all. His skill was clear as he reached the clan’s training grounds. Targets were scattered among the trees, many hidden so well that only the Sharingan could spot them.

Closing his eyes, Fugaku pictured the scene in his mind, recalling his usual training routine. Then, he opened his eyes, his crimson Sharingan sharpening the world. He saw every detail—the glint of a kunai, the flutter of insects in the shadows.

With a quick movement, he leapt into the air, releasing several kunai in quick succession. They clashed mid-air, each one striking a hidden target perfectly.

Satisfied, he tried something harder. He formed hand signs smoothly—snake, ram, monkey, boar, horse, and tiger.

Taking a deep breath, Fugaku unleashed the Uchiha clan’s signature Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu. A massive fireball shot from his mouth, its intense heat warping the air as it scorched the fallen leaves.

The flames crackled, burning the brush at a rapid pace. Fugaku continued training until the sky darkened, determined to make every move as natural as breathing.