AnnouncementName Change from Uchiha Hirokazu to Uchiha Kuroya.Akihiro, in the body of Uchiha Kuroya, looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t noticed before, but upon closer inspection, he was quite handsome. Even more so than in his original body.

  —Are all Uchihas handsome by nature? —he wondered, averting his gaze.

  He left the bathroom and changed clothes. They had left him a simple change, so he put it on. As expected of the Uchiha cn, the clothes were almost entirely bck. It didn’t bother him at all, since he liked that color. Moreover, his uniform as Akihiro had already been, essentially, a mix of bck and white.

  He left the room. The Uchiha shinobi who had been waiting nearby approached when he saw him exit.

  —Let’s go, the elders are waiting. They’ll just ask you a few questions and then you can return —he said.

  Akihiro... no, Kuroya, nodded, and they both immediately left.

  It didn’t take them long to reach the main Uchiha compound. The most prominent, gifted, and skilled members were being trained by the cn’s elite shinobi. There were also many younger or lower-ranked members, but what truly stood out was that they all shared the same bloodline: there was not a single person who didn’t belong to the Uchiha cn.

  —I hadn’t realized there were so many Uchihas —he murmured, while at the same time becoming aware of how many people that idiot Itachi had killed.

  Now that I’m in this world, will that future still exist? I hope not. I’m not exactly a fan of a genocide caused by bad decisions.

  This world, in the first pce, doesn’t have to follow the same path as the original.

  He thought as he continued walking.

  —We’ve arrived —said the shinobi, making a slight bow in front of the door—. I’ve brought Uchiha Kuroya.

  —Good work, you may leave —a voice responded from inside.

  —At your service —the shinobi replied as he left, leaving Kuroya alone.

  —Young Kuroya, please enter.

  Upon hearing the invitation, Kuroya approached and carefully slid open the paper sliding door.

  On the other side, a group of Uchihas silently observed him from within. The room was simple, with paper walls letting in a soft light from the outside. There was almost no furniture; no chairs or tables, just the floor covered in tatami mats.

  —Sit down, please. —Said one of the elders.

  Kuroya nodded and carefully sat down on the floor.

  —So, young Kuroya. You can tell us everything you remember. Don’t leave anything out. —Said an elder.

  Kuroya nodded and began to recount everything he remembered, from when he arrived in his room to how he was kidnapped and knocked unconscious. It wasn’t much, so it wasn’t difficult to say.

  The elders nodded slightly.

  —In the days before, didn’t you notice anything unusual? Did someone approach you or did you sense anything strange?

  —No, nothing in particur. —Answered Kuroya. He had been very meticulous, so it was impossible for them to find anything strange, either in his behavior or in the actions of my clone.

  The elders nodded solemnly.

  —It must have been a difficult experience. I hope this hasn’t affected your determination as a Shinobi.

  —Not at all. On the contrary, now I want to become stronger so that nothing like this happens again. —Answered Kuroya.

  The elder, satisfied with his answer, made a gesture.

  —You may leave. You won’t have to go to the academy for the rest of the week. A Shinobi will also help you catch up on what you missed during your absence. —Said the elder.

  —Thank you, elders. —He said, bowing his head.

  —That’s all, you may leave.

  Kuroya gave a slight bow, stood up, and left the room.

  Once outside, he sighed in relief. It had been mentally exhausting; he could also feel that each of them had the power of a Jōnin, which made it even more taxing.

  —And there’s still one more thing. —He murmured as he remembered a certain person. It’s going to be a very long day.