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An Uchihas Survival Guide

Author: Foooodie
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Someone reborn into the Naruto world as an uchiha in the warring states period. (I kinda messed up by making him really strong in the beginning so if you dont like strong oc dont worry cause im trying to stop adding as many powerups till he gets older)

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Chapter 1Chapter 1: Awakening

The cold breeze of early winter swept across the training grounds, carrying with it the scent of frost and dried leaves. Asura, a small boy of just four years, stood at the edge of the courtyard, his dark eyes quietly observing the other children around him. It was strange to see so many of them gathered in one place, each dressed in similar dark robes with the red-and-white fan of the Uchiha clan emblazoned on their backs.

He felt the familiar weight of his breath misting in the air as he exhaled, trying to keep his nerves in check. Today was the day—the beginning of his official training as a member of the Uchiha clan. Asura's small hands balled into fists as he took in the sight of the other children, their faces ranging from excitement to apprehension. They were all here for the same reason: to see who would stand out, who had the talent to become a shinobi, and who would be left behind.

Asura was different, and he knew it. Not just because he had memories of a past life, a different world where ninjas and clans were nothing but stories, but because he had learned early on that his reality was now part of those very tales. He'd been transmigrated into this world, into the body of a child born to the Uchiha clan during the chaotic Warring States period. It hadn't taken him long to figure out when he was—the lack of hidden villages, the constant talk of skirmishes, and the absence of names he recognized from his memories confirmed that this was a time long before the events he knew. Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju had yet to be born, and the era of peace they would attempt to create was still a distant dream.

His parents, whom he'd never truly known in this life, had died in the ongoing wars. It was a harsh reality, but one he had come to accept. The Uchiha clan was known for its strength, but that strength came at a cost, and Asura had learned that cost firsthand. Still, he had a determination that had carried over from his past life, and it burned brightly within him now as he prepared to begin his training.

The courtyard was filled with about fifty other children, all waiting for the instructor to arrive. Most of them were around his age, give or take a year, and though they were all Uchiha, Asura could sense a competitive energy emanating from the group. He wasn't the only one who wanted to prove themselves today.

A man with a stern expression and long black hair tied neatly behind his head stepped forward, drawing the attention of the children. His eyes, dark and calculating, scanned the group with the intensity of someone who had seen far too many battles. He was an experienced shinobi, and today, he was their instructor.

"Listen up," the man began, his voice loud and authoritative, silencing the murmurs of the children. "Today marks the beginning of your training. Some of you will prove to be promising, and others… less so. Your task is to unlock your chakra. This is the first step on your path to becoming shinobi. Those who succeed will move on; those who fail… will not. You have one hour."

Asura's heart skipped a beat. Chakra unlocking—it was a basic but essential part of becoming a shinobi. Without it, none of the techniques, skills, or abilities he knew from his past life could be achieved. He clenched his fists tighter, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. This was it—the moment he had been waiting for since he realized where he was.

The instructor began to explain the basics of chakra, how it was the energy that existed within and around them, and how they needed to draw it out and control it. It was nothing Asura hadn't heard before, but hearing it now, in this setting, made it feel more real than ever. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing, and began to focus.

Finding his chakra was like searching for a faint warmth in the cold, something just beneath the surface that he had to draw out. He focused, feeling for that warmth, guiding it out slowly. Minutes passed, and Asura could feel the other children around him fidgeting, some whispering nervously. The pressure was mounting, but he forced himself to stay calm.

Five minutes went by, and Asura still hadn't found it. He was starting to worry, but then, there it was—a small spark, a flicker of warmth that he could feel deep within his core. He grasped it, willing it to grow, and suddenly, like a dam breaking, his chakra surged forward, filling him with a sense of energy and awareness he hadn't felt before. His eyes snapped open, and he saw the instructor watching him with a hint of approval.

It had taken him ten minutes to unlock his chakra. He glanced around and noticed a few others had managed to do it even faster—some in as little as five minutes. But there were still many struggling, their faces scrunched in concentration or frustration. Asura's lips curled into a small, determined smile. He wasn't the most talented, but he had done it. He had taken the first step.

The instructor waited until the hour was up, then began calling out the names of those who had successfully unlocked their chakra. Asura's name was among them, and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride.

"Those of you who succeeded, follow me," the instructor commanded. "We're not done yet."

The group was led to another part of the training grounds, a larger open area with a few training dummies and obstacles set up. Asura's breath came out in small puffs of steam as he jogged along with the others, the cold biting at his skin but unable to dampen his spirits. The instructor turned to face them, his expression stern.

"Chakra is essential, but without a strong body to support it, you are nothing more than a weak target. Physical strength, stamina, and agility are just as important. You will be tested on these today."

The children were put through a series of physical exercises—running, climbing, dodging, and lifting. It was grueling, especially in the cold, but Asura pushed himself harder than he ever had before. His small body was nimble and quick, and though he didn't have the raw power of some of the bigger children, he made up for it with his endurance and speed. He managed to keep up with every task, even excelling in some areas where others struggled. By the end of the physical training, he was breathing hard, his muscles aching, but he hadn't given up once.

The instructor observed them carefully throughout, nodding slightly whenever someone showed promise. When the exercises were done, he gathered them together once more.

"Good. You've proven that you have the potential to grow stronger. But potential means nothing if you can't fight. Now, we move on to taijutsu."

Asura felt a mix of anticipation and dread. He had been hoping for this—an actual chance to fight, to see how he measured up against the others. The children were paired off, and the sparring began. It was clear from the beginning who had previous experience and who was a complete novice. Some fights ended almost as soon as they started, while others dragged on, a clash of tiny fists and kicks.

When it was Asura's turn, he stepped forward, facing a boy slightly taller than him. The moment the fight began, Asura could tell the other boy was inexperienced. He dodged the boy's wild punches, waiting for an opening, then struck, knocking the boy off balance and winning the match.

He went on to win four more matches, each time learning something new, adjusting his movements, and improving his strategy. But then he faced a girl who moved faster than anyone he had fought before. Her strikes were precise, her movements fluid. Despite his best efforts, she managed to knock him down, and he lost the match. His second loss came shortly after, against a boy with a powerful kick that sent Asura sprawling.

By the end of the day, Asura was exhausted, his body sore and bruised. But he had won five matches and lost two—a result he could be proud of, especially considering it was his first day of training. The instructor gathered the children one last time before dismissing them.

"Today was just the beginning," he said, his voice carrying over the tired group. "You have all shown me what you're capable of, but this is only the start. If you wish to become true shinobi, you will need to train harder, push yourselves further, and never be satisfied with where you are. Remember that."

Asura nodded, his dark eyes burning with determination. He had a long way to go, but he had taken his first steps. And in this world, in this era of constant war and struggle, that was the only way forward.

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