Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Over a dozen shuriken flew from different directions, every single one hitting its mark on the training log ahead without exception.
The young boy narrowed his eyes, his gaze steady and determined as he surveyed the results of his training.
"Thirteen shuriken, all on target at once… at this level, I should be about on par with Itachi when he was a kid, right?"
Looking around, the ground was a mess, scarred and battered, evidence of fierce practice. It was clear someone had been pushing themselves through grueling, high-intensity training.
"In the blink of an eye, I'm already five years old…"
Hatake Kusuo lowered the ninja tool in his hand, collapsed onto the grass, and lay there panting as he stared up at the sky.
"I can't believe I've been in the world of Naruto this long already, and my system still hasn't shown up. In this world of overpowered bloodlines, just surviving is seriously no joke!"
That's right. Hatake Kusuo had once been a top student on Blue Star, diligent and hardworking, accepted into the nation's most prestigious university. But who could have predicted that a freak car accident would send him into this world?
And as luck would have it, the moment he arrived, it was straight into the chaos of the Nine-Tails' attack. His parents had both died tragically in that disaster.
If not for the fact that he happened to have a cousin, yes, that famous Hatake Kakashi, the one endlessly memed as "50-50 Kakashi" by Naruto fans, his daily life would've been a struggle just to survive.
He'd thought, like all those other transmigrators in novels, that a system would activate, he'd get his cheat power, punch Uchiha Madara, kick the Sage of Six Paths, and rise to the top of the world. But five years passed, and the system he'd been counting on never came.
"Looks like I was overthinking it. Systems? Hah, that's just made-up stuff in novels. They don't exist!"
"Five years. This is the Naruto world, where one careless mistake can cost you your life. Even Konoha's been destroyed a few times in the future. How am I supposed to survive without a cheat?"
Kusuo let out a muttered curse.
But it was exactly that sense of constant danger that drove him to start training so young.
Fortunately, the Hatake clan was a respected family with no shortage of resources for strengthening the body. Kusuo didn't have to worry about damaging his foundation.
Thanks to his relentless training far beyond normal limits, he'd managed to reach a level where, at just five years old, he could throw thirteen shuriken simultaneously and hit every target dead-on.
A sight like that would shock most people.
Even the Hokage probably couldn't have done this at that age.
Of course, he still couldn't compare to a genius like Uchiha Itachi, who could calculate the trajectory of shuriken after they collided mid-air.
After all, Itachi had the Uchiha bloodline, with the Sharingan to assist him.
Whereas he was just an ordinary person. His only edge might be the chance, someday, to inherit the swordsmanship of the legendary White Fang of the Hatake clan.
A full day of training was no small burden for someone as young as Kusuo.
No rest. Just sheer effort.
Now, Kusuo was so exhausted he could barely catch his breath, on the verge of collapse.
His whole body was drenched in sweat. His chest rose and fell at a shocking pace.
Ding!
"Detected: Host has achieved 100,000 breaths in a single day. Activating the Ultimate Portrayal System!"
Suddenly, a mechanical, synthesized voice rang out.
Kusuo froze at first, then pure joy spread across his face.
"Five years. Do you know what I've been through these five years? My cheat power is finally here!"
As expected.
A system might be late, but it would never be absent.
"System! Explain your functions!" Kusuo shouted inwardly.
"Responding to host. This is the Ultimate Portrayal System. As the name suggests, the host must draw a character template and portray that character. The higher the degree of portrayal unlocked, the stronger the host becomes."
"Character templates will automatically have their power level adjusted to match the current world."
Kusuo's eyes lit up. So that meant, no matter what character he drew, even if it was the weakest goblin imaginable, the system would adjust it to make him the strongest goblin in the Naruto world.
Still, he had faith his luck wouldn't be that bad. No way would he draw some garbage template.
"System, begin the draw!"
"Selecting template…"
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
After a dizzying, lottery-like blur of images, the selection finally stopped on a swordsman with a high ponytail, clad in a fiery red haori, a gentle and refined air about him, a mark upon his forehead.
That was a man with undeniable presence.
The ultimate warrior of the Demon Slayer world.
The founder of Sun Breathing.
The one who forced Muzan Kibutsuji into hiding for generations, until old age finally took him, the peerless, legendary Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
"Congratulations, host. Template successfully drawn: Yoriichi Tsugikuni."
"Template synthesis in progress… synthesis complete."
In that instant, Kusuo felt as if something extra had been added to his body. His mind filled with knowledge of sword techniques and breathing styles.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni, huh…" he murmured, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin.
What luck, absolutely incredible.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the pinnacle of power in the Demon Slayer world, capable of delivering 1,500 slashes in a single second.
A monster of a man.
Even if his attack power differed from what was needed in the Naruto world, don't forget he had the system's boost.
With that boost, a fully portrayed Yoriichi would be nothing short of a bug-level existence.
He was a genius who invented breathing styles, awakened the mark, and mastered the Transparent World.
If not for the world limiting him, Yoriichi's achievements would have gone far beyond what history recorded.
Hailed as the strongest man in centuries, he alone dominated an entire era.
Kusuo was sure. If developed to its full potential, Yoriichi's mark would rival the Eight Gates.
And the Transparent World, being able to read the flow of an enemy's muscles and blood to predict their next move, was practically a fusion of the Byakugan and Observation Haki.
"Perfect!"
"If I'm portraying a genius like Yoriichi, I should inherit his monstrous talent too, right?"
"At this rate, mastering the sword and reaching the peak in this Naruto world is well within reach."
With the system now active, the fusion of the template flooded Kusuo with energy, washing away the exhaustion of his earlier training.
Right now, holding his wooden sword, he felt an overwhelming urge to test it out.
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