After transmigrating as Madara Uchiha's uncle, I discover that the shinobi of this world are all cut out to be dogs.
Give them a few taels of silver, and even the Senju and the Uchiha will lick their chops and obey the noble lords' orders to tear each other apart.
But who am I? Uchiha Ming. Whatever else you say, I'm a transmigrator. How could I keep being a dog like them?
So, on the day Madara and Hashirama were caught on a date, I made my ambition public for the first time: Let whoever wants to be a daimyo's dog be one.
