3 Plan of Action

"So which one would it be?" Daichi asked.

"I will stick to Renjiro Uzumaki. It is the only thing I have left reminding me of my parents."

Renjiro replied without hesitation. Renjiro had already thought of this beforehand and he was prepared to stick to his decision. He had weighed out the pros and cons of both options.

The Uchiha clan could provide a lot of things for the current him that could help him grow quickly in both power and influence. To Renjiro, the most important thing the clan could offer was their backing. 

It would provide a blanket against someone who Renjiro thought was a menace to Society. The person in question was none other than Shimura Danzo.

The Uchiha clan could be a bulwark for Renjiro as Danzo would undoubtedly want to recruit him to the root especially now that he had awakened his Sharigan.

Just Imagine an Uzumaki who could use the Sharingan, even Renjiro was scared of his potential!

But in as much as it could bring boons to Renjiro, it was not enough to move him. With his potential, it was inevitable to cross paths with Danzo and only his personal strength would be enough to act as a deterrent.

Besides, Renjiro did not like to be tied down and taking up the Uchiha name would be exactly doing that. With all the drama and clan politics in the village regarding the Uchiha, it sickened him and he wanted no part in it.

There was no point in taking up the name and then discarding it later when he was strong enough. Although it was a huge gamble, Renjiro decided to take the risk as he hoped he would get the Sasuke treatment after the Uchiha Massacre.

"You have strong resolve Renjiro," Daichi remarked.

'Still, I must find a way to tie him to the clan, his Uzumaki abilities could be useful for the clan later.' Daichi thought.

In truth, Daichi was testing Renjiro. He wanted to know what kind of person Renjiro was, and his answer just proved it to him.

Although this was not quite the preferred outcome, Daichi decided to give Renjiro some time and Monitor him. After all, his top priority was to ensure all sharingans were still within the clan.

"I will have to ask someone to join Miwa in helping you settle,"

As they were heading out, Daichi held back Miwa for a minute while Renjiro was out of the hall waiting for the help they were to receive.

Miwa and Daichi finished just in time as their help arrived. To his surprise, it was none other than a young Fugaku who seemed to be in his late teens. 

After a few final arrangements, Renjiro Uchiha was provided with accommodation where he would live alone. This was a total surprise to Renjiro as he assumed that he would stay with Miwa since they related. 

This wasn't feasible due to the nature of her work as a Jounin, which made her occupied with missions.

His living quarters consisted of a traditional, one-room apartment on the upper floors of one of the well-maintained Uchiha clan buildings. The space was compact but comfortable, furnished with the essentials. 

The walls were constructed of sturdy wood, polished to a warm, inviting sheen. The wooden floorboards were smooth and meticulously maintained, adding to the overall sense of tidiness.

A simple, low table sat in the centre of the room, flanked by a pair of cushions for seating. Shoji screens separated his sleeping area from the rest of the room. 

A door led to a small, open balcony that offered a view of the Uchiha clan's training grounds and the distant rooftops of the Hidden Leaf Village. The sleeping area featured a futon and a low, elegant wooden cabinet. The cabinet provided storage space for clothing and personal belongings. 

The compact kitchen area included a stove, a washbasin, and a low counter with a few basic utensils and cookware. A door could be pulled to separate the kitchen from the main living space.

Although the accommodations were simple, they bore the hallmarks of the Uchiha clan's disciplined lifestyle and attention to detail. 

From his chats with Miwa, as she escorted him to his new residence, Renjiro concluded that he was born immediately after the second shinobi war. The Hokage rock he saw with only three heads simply cemented this.

'Well, that's good. This should make me a couple of years older than Kakashi. At least I have a decade or two to become strong and survive Itachi and Obito's Slaughterfest.'

He hoped to be stronger to, at the very least, alter the timeline events to a more favourable future. But he also had to be realistic as Itachi and Obito killed older, skilled Jounins.

'First things first, I need to make a plan of action before I join the academy,'

He had around a year before he could get enrolled to the academy.

He wanted to catch up to his peers as the original Renjiro's chakra was only unlocked and he had not undergone any sort of training.

'I should probably focus on training my body and chakra. I should also try to train my Sharingan to improve it to the second and third tomoes.'

Renjiro had already thought of Fuinjutsu but he decided to put that on hold until he was in the academy. He had figured out that since he got the Sharingan from his maternal side, he would at least get something from his paternal side. 

'There is no need having large chakra reserves and not be in full control of them. Once I get a solid foundation of those two, I can focus on the Sharingan and maybe start on my ninjutsu training.'

'I also need to visit the clan's library, and also the village's, and see if there is some useful technique for me. I also need to get a taijutsu technique.'

'Too many things to do, too little time.' 

Renjiro sighed as he retired to his bed for the night. He knew he had a long day ahead of him the following day.

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In the Hokage's office, a room adorned with shelves of scrolls, ceremonial weapons, and the Hokage's iconic hat, Hiruzen Sarutobi sat behind his imposing wooden desk. 

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of lantern light casting long shadows across the aged Hokage's face. The Third Hokage, a middle-aged man with a deeply lined visage, bore the weight of his responsibilities with a mix of wisdom and determination.

It had been a long and tiring day, plagued by concerns over Iwagakure's activities in Kusagakure, the village hidden in the grass. The village's actions had given him many sleepless nights, and he knew that the task of maintaining peace and balance in and out of Konoha was a relentless one.

In this moment of solitude, a masked Anbu Shinobi materialized out of the shadows. The mask concealed the Anbu's identity, leaving only their calculating eyes visible. With a precise and silent grace, the Anbu handed Hiruzen Sarutobi a sealed scroll.

Hiruzen's fingers, calloused from years of leadership and jutsu, delicately unfurled the scroll, revealing its contents. As his eyes scanned the written words, a hint of recognition and perhaps a touch of amusement crossed his face. 

He muttered under his breath, "So Daichi wants to integrate him into the clan."