[Ding! The quiz has ended.]
[Ding! Congratulations to Namikaze Minato and Orochimaru for answering correctly and obtaining the Uchiha clan's...]
Orochimaru's eyes lit up with anticipation.
"Could it be... the Sharingan?" he muttered excitedly. Then, without restraint, he declared, "To be honest, I'll be frank. It'd be amazing if I could get my hands on an Uchiha body. I've been craving one for so long!"
Uchiha Fugaku: "?? Orochimaru, are you asking to be hunted down by the Uchiha clan?!"
Orochimaru sneered. "You're all already dead. Hunted down? What a joke!"
Uchiha Madara: Cough, cough.
Orochimaru froze. "Ahem, that one was sent by Kabuto. I had nothing to do with it!"
[Ding! Congratulations! You have received the Uchiha clan's shuriken techniques!]
Orochimaru rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Wait, what?"
The shuriken techniques of the Uchiha clan?
What kind of reward was this?
Orochimaru stared blankly at the system screen. His lips twitched.
Was this some kind of joke?
The Uchiha clan was full of treasures—Sharingan, fire-style jutsu, battle prowess, and ancient secrets. And yet, the system gave him... shuriken techniques?
He felt deeply insulted.
"To be honest… is the system targeting me?!" Orochimaru complained in his heart. "I finally won something, and this is what I get?"
Unlike Orochimaru's annoyed expression, Namikaze Minato looked absolutely thrilled.
As the system's notification echoed, the knowledge of the Uchiha's kunai-throwing techniques was directly engraved into his mind.
It was as if he had personally trained in the art for years.
"So... the kunai can be used like this?"
A new world seemed to open up before him.
As the wielder of the Flying Thunder God Technique, Minato's custom kunai were vital for teleportation. In past battles, such as the one at Kannabi Bridge, he relied on teammates to scatter the kunai across the battlefield before he could teleport in and out with precision.
But now?
No need!
With the addition of the Uchiha's expert-level throwing techniques, combined with the Flying Thunder God's instant movement, Minato was practically unstoppable.
He couldn't help but feel—
"I'm probably the most handsome and dangerous man in the entire ninja world!"
If only he weren't dead...
[Ding! Senju Tsunade answered incorrectly. As punishment, your body size will shrink by one-thousandth!]
Tsunade didn't react at all.
Instead, it was Jiraiya who jumped up in protest.
Jiraiya: "System! How could you do this?! Doesn't your conscience hurt?! That's H! Do you understand how important H is?!"
Seeing Jiraiya so emotional, people were stunned.
One of the legendary Sannin, broken down over that?
Tsunade, however, remained calm and confident.
"Only one-thousandth? That's nothing."
She smirked.
She was still the biggest!
Terumi Mei, the Mizukage, chuckled.
"How pitiful, Jiraiya-senpai. If this will help ease everyone's nerves and promote unity, I can send you a few of my photos."
Ebisu: "???"
Kakashi: "???"
Jiraiya's eyes sparkled. "Ahem, you young men shouldn't be exposed to such things yet. Let me bear this burden alone—for the sake of art!"
He stepped forward gallantly.
"Mizukage-sama, you can send it to me privately. I promise I'll only appreciate it from an artistic standpoint!"
Chojuro's face turned red.
"Mizukage-sama, please... don't do this kind of thing!"
Terumi Mei tilted her head innocently. "Why not, Chojuro? Didn't I send it to you too?"
Jiraiya pointed accusingly. "You little rascal! You always act so honest and timid—but you're secretly enjoying the spoils alone?!"
Kakashi suddenly looked serious.
"I declare you my rival, Chojuro. Hatake Kakashi never backs down from competition—especially not over this!"
Might Guy dramatically interrupted, "No, Kakashi! I'm your eternal rival!"
Meanwhile, Sarutobi Hiruzen was staring at the chat interface, hovering between typing and deleting.
Write… delete… write again…
He was deeply conflicted.
As the Hokage, how could he openly request something so indecent?
What would people think?
But…
He was human.
And in the end, desire triumphed over dignity.
Sarutobi Hiruzen typed:
"Well, I have a friend..."
When those words appeared, Shimura Danzō immediately tensed up.
Wait—could it be...?
Sarutobi Hiruzen continued:
"As everyone knows, Danzo is my dearest comrade and right-hand man. I've always been aware of his... shy little wishes."
Danzo's eyes widened.
"You shameless old man!"
When did I ever want that?!
"I have so many female subordinates. Why would I need to look at Mizukage photos?!"
Aburame Shino calmly spoke up.
"But, Danzo-sama, I've had experience dealing with the Mizukage before. Even if she isn't H... she's definitely an E. Her figure is incredible!"
Danzo: "E-cup?"
Aburame nodded. He summoned some of his insects, and—strangely—used them to form a rough chest model.
"Approximately this much."
Danzo coughed, struggling to keep a straight face.
"Ahem... I mean, if that old guy Hiruzen insists… I guess I'll help out. Reluctantly."
Aburame added quietly, "Actually, I have a friend too. He's also interested..."
---
Just as the crowd descended into chaos,
[The video on the black screen resumed playback.]
Naruto's voice echoed:
["Sister Uzuki, if possible... I want to learn ninjutsu!"]
["Eh? Ninjutsu?"]
Uzuki Yugao looked surprised.
She'd been assigned to monitor Naruto and didn't expect him to suddenly make such a sincere request.
But after a moment's thought, she understood.
That was exactly why the Third Hokage had assigned her here.
After graduating from the Ninja Academy, all students became Genin.
And that was the point where clan background made all the difference.
Just look at Konoha's top rookies—the so-called "Twelve Little Powerhouses." Each of them came from prestigious clans: the Hyuga, Nara, Akimichi, Inuzuka...
They had family techniques passed down for generations—taijutsu, ninjutsu, secret arts, kekkei genkai.
But for ordinary civilians?
That kind of knowledge was locked away. Forbidden. Off-limits.
Which meant the gap between civilian-born ninjas and those with elite lineage would only grow.
Some kids were born surrounded by powerful jutsu. Others had to risk their lives to steal a scroll just to get a glimpse of one.
Iruka. Mizuki. Countless others—none from famous clans. Average talents.
But they represented the majority of Konoha's ninja force.
Not everyone could shine like Namikaze Minato.
Even Minato himself had no clan backing.
He rose up by sheer will, talent, and—eventually—his connection to Uzumaki Kushina.
After Kushina came to Konoha, she drew a lot of attention as a Jinchuriki of the Uzumaki clan.
Minato's bond with her slowly elevated his status.
Even when Kushina was kidnapped by Cloud ninjas, Minato had no ninjutsu—he saved her purely with taijutsu!
Later, he learned sealing techniques from the Uzumaki.
The Flying Thunder God came from the Second Hokage's forbidden scrolls.
The Shadow Shuriken technique was Hiruzen Sarutobi's specialty.
Only after reaching the peak on his own...
Did Minato finally create his own jutsu:
The Rasengan.
This was the true beginning of what might one day be called the "Minato style."
So now, for Naruto...
What he lacked most wasn't willpower.
It was ninjutsu.
Taijutsu, chakra control, and weapon throwing—those he could improve through tireless practice.
But ninjutsu?
That had to be taught.
And that's why, when Naruto looked up at Uzuki Yugao...
His voice was firm.
His gaze was sincere.
"I want to learn ninjutsu!"