In the Hidden Leaf Village, on the training grounds of the Ninja Academy—
A young boy wearing the Uchiha clan's uniform lay on the grass, occasionally sighing in frustration.
This boy was Uchiha Yufeng, a member of the Uchiha clan in Konoha.
Because his parents had once been followers of the late Uchiha Kagami, he wasn't particularly welcomed within the clan.
Although people called them "followers," Yufeng himself felt that was a bit exaggerated.
To put it nicely, they were called followers. To put it bluntly—they were fanatics.
Unlike Kagami, who truly possessed the will of fire and supported the Hokage's ideology, his parents were merely admirers, and because of that association, they too were shunned within the clan.
They didn't fit in anywhere—not entirely Hokage's side, nor truly accepted by the Uchiha.
Three months ago, when Yufeng's parents were killed on a secret mission, his already difficult life became even worse.
Some of the proud young members of the clan wouldn't confront him directly but allowed their underlings to bully him.
Spoiled water, dead mice—petty pranks of all kinds.
Though not everyone was cruel, the constant teasing and exclusion exhausted him.
Yufeng had once fantasized—that as a transmigrator, he would start off overpowered, perhaps awakening Susanoo from day one and sweeping through the ninja world.
Maybe even gather beauties from every village, living a life of endless pleasure and glory.
But reality was cruel.
After months at the Academy, even refining chakra was a struggle, let alone mastering the basic Transformation or Substitution techniques.
He knew that awakening the Sharingan required intense emotional stimulation.
His parents' deaths—did he not feel sadness? Of course, he did.
Yet even that grief failed to trigger the Sharingan.
At that point, Uchiha Yufeng finally accepted reality—perhaps he was a fake Uchiha.
Rolling onto his side, he gazed at the drifting clouds, eyes filled with confusion.
"The Third Ninja War will break out soon… and I can't even protect myself. This ninja world is truly cruel."
Just then, a cold voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Uchiha Yufeng, the clan head wants to see you."
Yufeng looked up to see a young man in Uchiha garb standing before him, expression indifferent.
"The clan head? Uchiha Fugaku?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but it's class time right now. Could we perhaps wait—?"
The man snorted with disdain.
"Do you think the clan head's summons is something you can refuse? I'm not here to negotiate!"
He pulled out a slip of paper.
"I've already arranged your leave. Don't waste the clan head's time."
Seeing the man's attitude, Yufeng knew he couldn't avoid it. He stood, dusted himself off, and accepted the note.
"Yes, sir."
The two of them walked in silence toward the Uchiha district.
Unbeknownst to them, several hidden figures slipped out from the shadows of the Academy and moved swiftly toward the Hokage's office.
Before long, Yufeng arrived at Fugaku's residence.
"Go in," the escort said, giving him a cold glance before disappearing in a blur.
Yufeng looked at the door, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
"Yufeng, you're here?"
A gentle voice spoke.
Turning toward it, Yufeng saw a beautiful woman carrying a tray of food—Uchiha Mikoto.
"Lady Mikoto," he greeted respectfully.
"I made sushi this morning—I know it's your favorite."
He reached out to take the plate, his fingers brushing against her cool fingertips. His eyes narrowed slightly.
She made it this morning—waiting for him?
Something wasn't right. He was a nobody in the clan, a student who hadn't even awakened his Sharingan. Why such kindness?
Ever since his parents' deaths, the Uchiha had done nothing but make his life harder. What was Fugaku's real reason for calling him here?
Before he could think further, a baby's cry echoed from the inner room.
"Sorry, Yufeng, Itachi must be awake," Mikoto said apologetically, hurrying off.
Yufeng placed the sushi down and stood silently.
Through the partially open door, he saw her gently rocking a baby in her arms—Uchiha Itachi.
A complex emotion flashed across Yufeng's eyes.
Itachi Uchiha… the genius who once fought seven Jonin at once, the prodigal son who slaughtered his own clan…
Yufeng couldn't help but think of that bloody night—the Uchiha Massacre.
Even ordinary clan members who hadn't awakened their Sharingan were not spared.
Sensing his gaze, the infant in Mikoto's arms looked over and smiled.
"Look, Yufeng," Mikoto said warmly, "Itachi seems to like you."
Yufeng forced a small smile and rubbed his nose awkwardly.
Then—
"Ninja Card Draw System activated."
Yufeng's body stiffened.
System? Card draw?
"This system serves the host, Uchiha Yufeng.""Any ninja drawn from the card system— their abilities, chakra, and bloodlines—will be transferred to the host.""Activation complete. Congratulations! You've gained 1 draw.""As this is your first draw, you may select one of three growth-type ninja cards. Would you like to draw now?"
Growth-type cards? They could evolve using fragments?
Yufeng's heart raced.
After years in this world, his cheat system had finally arrived!
Suppressing his excitement, he focused his thoughts.
Draw!
In his mind, three beams of light flashed, forming three cards before him.
"Tos, Saku… huh? Wait—what's that one?"
His eyes widened as he saw the last shimmering golden card.