The Uchiha's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception

With his eyes closed, ■■ Takimi transmigrates from a shrine where he lived alone. In the Warring States era, human life is worth less than grass. Reborn as the adopted son with the weakest constitution in the household of the Uchiha clan leader, a powerful shinobi clan, Uchiha Takimi only wants to go with the flow and stay alive. Until the day everyone sees him open his eyes on the battlefield, revealing eyes that reflect the “lines of death,” both the most tenacious and the most fragile. The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception he carried over from his previous life can sever anything that is “dead.” A divine technique, and a curse. Ideals and reality rarely line up. Takimi thought that once his Mystic Eyes were exposed, he would at least be treated as a secret weapon kept in reserve for the final boss. Instead, his older brothers only became more anxious. The brothers next door were a headache too: one was so enthusiastic he tried to drown Takimi in “friendship,” while the other seemed less and less able to hide his appetite for research. So his daily routine was basically: study his eyes, deal with his brothers, make time to be watched by the white-haired guy next door, and do his best to survive until the next meal. What a dull, boring life, in both this life and the last. ...Never mind. They’re his brothers, after all. There’s no changing things now. It seems Brother Izuna is cooking tonight, so he should head home for dinner. A few things to know before reading: 1. The logic is a mess and the writing is rough. There may be a mountain of headcanons, and I write whatever comes to mind. 2. I’m starving for new stories about this kid, so I’m writing one for myself. Please don’t come after me over the lore. 3. There are countless great stories on Jinjiang. If this one isn’t for you, please leave using the top-left corner and find something else. I’m not looking for writing advice. 4. You don’t need to tell me if you drop the story. 5. The cover uses a non-exclusive template. It looks better than the one I made myself. I have no sense of aesthetics.jpg 6. The romance starts later, but I promise it’s been planned out, so don’t worry. P.S. The censoring of the protagonist’s surname from his previous life is pointless. I just felt like doing it (not really). Theme: A person should be a bridge, not a destination.