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On the wedding night, an alien soul took over Uchiha Fugaku’s body. The alien also claimed his wife, his wealth and his power as his own. From then on, a new Uchiha Fugaku was born. “Dad, please teach me kenjutsu today.” With a smile, Itachi looked at his father in admiration, hoping to follow in his footsteps. Follow Haru’s transmigration as he assumes the role of Uchiha Fugaku, makes a name for himself in the 3rd ninja world war and prevents the Uchiha clan from being massacred… -------- Get advance 30 chapters access on patreon Patreon.com/StylishSlayer _______________________________ (this is chinese fanfic translation ) Raw Name: Hokage no Uchiha Fugaku Link: https://www.fansmtl.com/novel/hokage-no-uchiha-fugaku.html?tab=chapters What to Expect from Raw: Initially, I was reluctant to share raw novel details because it involves some hateful elements and some things not acceptable in society. I made changes accordingly, but some didn't (or left out) during translation, and some character storylines were altered to make acceptable. There are many times when I have to make up chapters with different content, as you warned.
In the sultry July of Konoha's 42nd year, the Uchiha clan's clan head home in the Leaf Village remained illuminated well past midnight.
"Hmm? Why do I feel so dizzy?" Haru mumbled, his hand instinctively reaching to soothe his throbbing head as he shifted in bed, seeking a more comfortable position.
As he turned, his gaze collided with a mesmerizing sight—a face of beauty, enough to rouse him from his drowsiness.
The girl, appearing to be around twenty-one, possessed delicate features accentuated by the cascade of smooth, ebony hair. Though concealed beneath a blanket, the contours of her figure hinted at an actress-like figure.
"Shit, where did they find such a stunning girl? And this hotel doesn't look good, huh?" Haru murmured, his gaze darting around the room.
"But... who cares? I drank a lot last night. She's so beautiful, I might spend some more time with her before morning."
With thought, Haru extended his hand without hesitation, inching it towards the form beneath the blanket.
As his fingers grazed her body, he, a 26-year-old with some life experience, couldn't help but marvel at the girl's curves and the softness of her skin. But why was she wearing pajamas? Shouldn't the hotel only provide towels?
A thought struck him—perhaps this was a new hotel service?
Before he could ponder further, he noticed a flutter of eyelashes from the beautiful woman before him. She slowly opened her eyes, met Haru's gaze, and offered a gentle smile. Then, she shifted closer, seeking refuge in his embrace.
"Holy shit, what's the situation?" Confusion washed over Haru. Had this woman fallen for him after their escapades last night?
Caught in the moment, Haru found himself in a perplexing situation. Cuddling such a stunning girl, smelling her scent, stirred something inside him, despite the confusion.
Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the silence. "Husband... It hurts!"
Haru's mind raced. "Why did she call me husband? And why was she felt pain?"
Haru froze, perplexed by the sudden address in Japanese. But in the heat of the moment, he could only reassure her, "It'll get better soon."
The night passed amid the commotion, until exhaustion finally claimed them both, and they drifted into a deep sleep.
