Relocation

On the way home, I met many people from my clan. How do I understand that they are from the Uchiha clan?

They all had a mask of arrogance on their faces. Aloof, cold, looking down on everyone. Well, they also had the Uchiha coat of arms on their backs. It is too.

Perhaps my family, loving and constantly evoking a smile, was special. Or all of the Uchiha hold their mask in public, but show their emotions at home. How difficult everything is with them.

Finally, having reached the house, I stopped at the gate. Lifting my head, I examined the front of it. The house in which I lived for four whole years, getting used to and falling in love with a new family, caused a feeling of cold.

Finally, after standing a little, I decided to hurry up and pack my things. Thanks to Mikoto, I got an idea of ​​how to hide my valuables. Seeing a kunai, a person will see a kunai, which is logical. And seeing a kunai in a scroll, a person will see a scroll. I'm a genius.

As I remember my father often scattered his things around the house, which is why my mother often scolded him.

He may have left some kind of sealing scroll.

Entering the house, I took off my shoes and went straight to the second floor. Going into my room, I threw my "Backpack" on the bed and began to collect everything in a pile that I want to take with me. I started with the clothes in the closet. Basically, to check if on the spot whether my things, because of my idiocy, i put them literally on a silver platter.

Fortunately, when I took out the bottom giant box of underpants and socks, I saw the familiar can and my little notebook behind. Pulling everything out of the box and throwing it near the scrolls. And i shoved the box back.

I will take these things when I search the whole house in search of my father's things. As I continued to collect my things and fold them into scrolls, I wondered how incredible they were. I put a giant pile in one scroll. And when there was only one sock, no matter how much I tried to shove it, chakra was wasted, * Puff * happened, but the sock did not go into storage. So they are not endless after all.

I had to use the second scroll and stuff the sock into it. I hope I don't lose it later. Having finished with my room, I went to search the house further.

In the bathroom I scored my shampoo paste brushes and sealed it too. The little pantry contained mostly useless things like my lullaby, toys, old clothes, unnecessary boards, tanto... Wait what?

Taking a closer look at first, I was delighted, but when I pulled it out into the light, I saw that it was broken and there were cracks along the remnants of the blade. I had to put it back and move on.

Finally I reached my parents' room.

I reached out my hand and held it over the doorknob. Collecting my emotions, which began to manifest more and more throughout the day, I opened the door.

The room was cleaned, the bed made.

Looking around, I noticed a large box under the table near the window. Trying to pull it out with one hand, I nearly fell face first. The box was so heavy that I had to drag it across the floor, making a terrible sound. Finally exhaling, I opened the already unsealed lid. A new batch of kunai lay under the lid. Shiny looking so beautiful that immediately itching appeared to play with them and throw at everything I see. Suppressing the itching, I thought about something.

After being reborn, I acted too childishly very often. Is it because of the baby's body? Or we are all children, but having matured too much responsibility lies down that we cease to be them because of the severity.

After that, I brought two scrolls from my room and proceeded to seal everything that could be useful for life or survival. Kunai, medicines, medical instruments. Lucky my mom was a kunoichi medic. She had a ton of handwritten medical technician scrolls.

I involuntarily smiled as I imagined how a young zealous kunoichi copied and studied all this.

Also below on the shelf in the closet, I found other scrolls but with combat technics this time. Deciding to figure it out later, I proceeded to seal everything

When I got to the dresser, I felt awkward when I had to rummage through their underwear.

But in order to check for a double bottom or hidden things, I had to endure. After activating the sharingan, I checked everything I could but did not find any secret places. In the penultimate drawer of lipstick and other feminine stuff, I found 2 sealing scrolls.

Overjoyed at how lucky I was, I decided to take out first what was inside. By directing the chakra into the scroll, a bunch of things, ninja uniforms, rotten rations and much more fell out on me. After examining the things, I put them in the closet on the vacant shelves and took the scrolls.

I noticed that with the awakening of the mangyoku, my chakra began to grow. No matter how many things I sealed, I did not feel tired. But even so, I still don't know almost anything about her, no matter how much I want to admit. I instinctively know how to change eyes between normal, sharingan, mangyoku. But what is the power of my eyes, I still do not know. Even with my, according to my measures, quite good reserves, I cannot use it's power. Yes, even if I became too afraid of going blind.

And I can't change my eyes before I grow up either. Not only because I don't know, but also because the diameter of my father's eyes is much larger than my little ones. I know from the Naruto manga that transplanted eyes are eternal and do not deteriorate when used plus they use very little chakra unlike their own. But they can only be transplanted from their relatives.

Finally, having finished with the whole house, I returned to my room and packed 4 completed scrolls and hung them back on my back. The most important thing remains. I closed the windows on the entire second floor. I closed the shutters. After activating the sharingan, I checked for the presence of chakra nearby.

Not finding one, I quickly sealed eyes and diary in my parents scroll and hidden it under my clothe.

Satisfied that I was finally finished, I checked all the windows and doors. Turning off the electricity and water, I went to the doorstep. Locking the door and then the gate, I looked at the house and said goodbye.

Even if it was only four years, it was enough to fill the void that had formed inside me during those thirty years of my previous life.

Without looking back, I accelerated and ran back to my new home.