The first thing I heard when I regained consciousness was the sound of people arguing.
"Enough. No matter what, I'm keeping this child."
A woman's voice—gentle yet firm, carrying an unmistakable sense of authority.
"It's an ominous sign to be born with white hair."
An older man, gruff and skeptical.
"Besides, no one in the Uchiha clan has ever had blue eyes. How can you even prove he's one of us?"
Oof. Tough crowd.
"Excuse me?" The woman's voice sharpened with indignation. "I carried him for nine months—what kind of question is that?!"
There was a tense pause before a deeper male voice finally spoke.
"Enough. His name will be Uchiha Satoru, and he is my second son. There's no need for further debate."
…Huh?
That sounded way too familiar.
Uchiha?
Satoru?
My groggy brain tried to process what I'd just heard. Was this some kind of fever dream? Had I binged too much Shonen Jump and landed in some absurd crossover fanfic?
Yeah, no. Best to pretend this wasn't happening.
Shoving all the weirdness aside, I did the most logical thing possible in this situation.
I went right back to sleep.
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When I woke up again, I found myself staring at the ceiling with hazy blue eyes.
…Oh, no.
I actually reincarnated.
And not just anywhere, but into the Naruto world—aka, one of the most dangerous places imaginable.
Come on, couldn't I have landed somewhere safer? Like, I don't know, a magical academy? A cultivation sect? Anywhere that wasn't a war-torn land full of overpowered murderers?
This high-stakes ninja lifestyle really didn't suit my refined tastes.
With a deep sigh, I focused on the only thing that could possibly make this situation tolerable—the system interface floating in front of me.
[SYSTEM STATUS]
Host: Uchiha Satoru
World: Naruto
Template Unlocked:Gojo Satoru (0%)
Play Points: 0
Unlocking Six Eyes requires 10% progress.
Play Points can be used to buy items from the system shop or convert into template progress.
1,000 Play Points = 1% template progress.
Okay. First impressions?
This system was hella stingy.
At this rate, I'd have to grind points like a lunatic just to start unlocking Gojo's powers.
Curious, I checked the system's shop. Three random items had been refreshed for today:
1. S-Rank Sealing Scroll
2. Sweet Dango (Three-color dumplings)
3. Strawberry Cheesecake
…Seriously? What kind of priority list was this?
Also, what was the point of showing me all these when I had exactly zero Play Points?!
I sighed. Whatever. The Gojo template was already making my life complicated. Might as well embrace the chaos.
Oh, speaking of complications—
There was a tiny human beside me.
A two-year-old boy with dark eyes and spiky black hair was staring at me with laser focus, his chubby little fingers relentlessly poking my cheek.
I blinked.
Wait a minute.
Tiny. Spiky black hair. Serious expression.
…Was this Itachi?
You mean the same Itachi who'd grow up to annihilate our entire clan?
…Yeah. I was definitely going to need those Play Points.
Five Years Later…
"Ahhh…"
I leaned back in my chair, sighing in satisfaction as I stuffed another skewer of dango into my mouth. Sweet, chewy perfection.
Even in the harshest Konoha winters, there was nothing quite like the warm, sugary bliss of good food.
"Burp."
Whoops. That one slipped.
"Satoru!"
A stern voice made me pause mid-chew. I turned toward the doorway, where a familiar figure stood—short, serious, and already looking too responsible for his age.
Itachi.
Even at eight years old, the guy already had the posture of a veteran shinobi. He was staring at me with an extremely disapproving expression, his eyes scanning the towering stack of empty plates beside me.
"Kids shouldn't eat this many sweets," he scolded.
I waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, Itachi. You eat them too."
"That's different."
"How?"
He crossed his arms. "You should call me 'big brother.'"
"Pfft. Yeah, sure. I'll get right on that."
Also, pretty sure his 'big brother' privileges were revoked when he tried to confiscate my pocket money last week.
Seeing his unimpressed expression, I smirked and walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder. "By the way, Itachi…"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Have you considered taking calcium supplements?"
A faint twitch appeared on his forehead.
Ah. That hit a nerve.
Despite being three years younger than him, I was already the same height. Maybe even a bit taller. A genetic fluke? Gojo privilege? Who knows. But Itachi hated it.
His eyebrow twitched again, and before I could react—
Flick.
He went for a forehead flick.
I was expecting it, though. The moment his fingers moved—
Whoosh!
I vanished.
Itachi's eyes widened slightly. I reappeared behind him, hands stuffed into my sleeves, a cocky grin on my face.
"Yo, Itachi!" I waved.
For the first time, real surprise flickered across his usually composed expression.
Itachi was fast—one of the fastest among our generation. The fact that I'd managed to evade him so effortlessly clearly caught him off guard.
"…That was impressive," he admitted.
I grinned. "Of course. I am the strongest, after all."
His expression turned deadpan. "You've been saying that since you learned how to talk."
"Yeah, and? Still true."
Itachi sighed. "At least use that speed for something useful."
Oh, don't worry. I planned to.
Because if I was going to survive this world—and avoid getting genocided—I was going to need a lot more than just speed.
I needed power.
And if this system was going to be stingy with its rewards…
Well, time to start farming those Play Points.
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(A/N: Don't Forget To Add In Your Collection And Support via Powerstone)