**Konoha, Early Year 48 of the Ninja Era**
**Uchiha Clan Territory**
**Ancestral Hall**
By this time, several clan members had gathered, voices loud and passionate, each discussing one thing with intensity.
> "Twin-eyed?"
> "He's a monster among the Uchiha—we can't let him live!"
> "He brings shame to our proud bloodline!"
> "Kill him!"
Everyone spoke with the same intent: a monster had been born into the Uchiha clan, and he had to be eliminated.
The decision seemed final.
> "Enough! It's not up to you old fools to decide whether my child lives or dies!"
A stout, loud-voiced man stood and bellowed across the room, silencing the crowd.
> "Uchiha Daigo, do you even know what you're saying?"
One elder turned to him with anger. "Your son is a freak—he has two pupils in each eye. He no longer belongs to the noble lineage of the Uchiha!"
> "Indeed," another elder added coolly. "If you hadn't insisted on marrying a woman from the Senju line, this wouldn't have happened."
> "Your child stains our clan's purity!"
Though outraged, the elder still hesitated. After all—
Uchiha Daigo was the wealthiest merchant in the Uchiha clan. During the war, he had provided troops with free supplies and helped sustain the family.
Even now, the meager income from the police force couldn't sustain all Uchiha households. Much of the clan still relied on Daigo.
> "Hmph! I don't care what you think. My son, Haruki, is *my* child. Don't you dare lay a hand on him," Daigo warned, glaring coldly at the entire hall.
The room fell silent, even confused. Several eyes turned to the man at the main seat — the clan head, **Uchiha Fugaku**.
Fugaku frowned. "Daigo, your son's Sharingan violates the natural form. Double pupils... this could be a terrible omen."
Behind Fugaku stood a five- or six-year-old child with calm yet sharp eyes.
That child was his eldest son: **Uchiha Itachi**.
> "Spare me, Fugaku. If I were in your shoes, and they asked me to kill my son—would you do it to Itachi?"
Fugaku's expression faltered. He couldn't respond.
Because Daigo was right. Haruki was his son. Could Fugaku kill his own?
> "Daigo, your son is a monster! Itachi is the true genius of our clan!" another elder shouted.
They all believed Itachi was destined to elevate the Uchiha name, not that freak Haruki with strange eyes.
> "Hmph. Haruki is mine. If any of you dare to touch him, you'll regret it."
Daigo slammed the words down as he stormed out, leaving a room filled with frustration.
> "I can't believe he wants to raise that… thing," one elder scowled. "That child will never be accepted by the Uchiha!"
> "Even if Daigo raises him, we won't let that boy into the clan's future!"
> "Exactly!"
Just then, someone from the back of the room offered a cautious counterpoint.
> "Didn't Daigo recently fund the construction of a new training ground for our youth? He even arranged for three elite clan Jōnin to serve as instructors."
A pause followed.
> "What? You think we'd give that mutant the right to train with our youth?"
> "Absurd!"
> "What's the harm? Will he even live long enough to stand in the training ground?"
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**Uchiha Clan Outskirts — Daigo Residence**
A luxurious estate—Daigo was the wealthiest merchant in Konoha—but power did not equal reputation in the Uchiha clan. Businessmen were looked down upon, often forced to live on the fringes of their own clan.
Inside, lying in bed was a beautiful, if slightly pale, woman holding a baby in folded blankets.
The child had soft, rosy cheeks and sparkled with curiosity—but something was odd.
Each of his eyes had *two pupils*. A double pupil in each eye.
> (Is... that my dad? Wow, he's kind of chubby.)
> (...My mom is stunning. How tragic she ended up with that guy. Wait—did I just hear him talk about a clan meeting?)
> (Hold on... Uchiha? Wait a second—)
**Haruki's** thoughts spun.
> (No way. Is this the Naruto world? I stayed up late finishing the final episode and then just… fell asleep. Did I actually transmigrate?)
> (And I'm part of the Uchiha? What year is it? When does the massacre happen?!)
Before he could think too long, the woman on the bed gently wrapped him in her arms and spoke:
> "How was it? Did those stubborn Uchiha geezers give you a hard time again?"
She wasn't from the Uchiha. As a commoner, she'd always been looked down upon by the elders. But she only smiled.
This time, however… those elders had dared target her son.
> "They think they can intimidate me? I'm *Uchiha Daigo*!"
Daigo scoffed. Clearly outraged by the elders branding his son a monster.
But when he looked down at Haruki's face, his anger faded into a warm grin.
He bent down to kiss him—but was met with a strong kick from Haruki's tiny foot, retreating into his mother's arms.
> "Haha! Look at those strong legs—my boy's born a fighter!"
There was pride in Daigo's laugh.
> "They call him a monster, but I think he's a genius!"
> "The Uchiha are known for their eyes. My son has four pupils. What kind of power must lie in these eyes?"
He burst into proud laughter.