Konoha Year 47
The smoke of the Third Great Ninja War had long since thickened across the shinobi world.
Due to the dire shortage of combat-ready personnel, Konoha's Ninja Academy had gradually loosened its graduation standards.
Yet some people… were still loitering in the Academy at the age of eleven.
Or rather, people who couldn't graduate and had no ninja aptitude to begin with didn't deserve to stand here at all.
...The curly-haired instructor, clad in Konoha's standard tactical vest, glanced at a certain someone, shook his head, then lowered his eyes to the list in his hands.
"Next matchup for the field exam."
He couldn't help but glance up again at that slouching figure in the crowd.
"Uchiha Jun vs Yamashiro Aoba!"
The moment his voice fell, a chorus of small brats let out a synchronized, "Oooh!"
"Heehee, hahaha."
"Oh man, it's him again—Uchiha's disgrace."
"Shhh, quiet down. Let's see if he can pass this year's graduation exam."
"Shame though. That face is wasted on someone with zero ninja talent."
"Him and that goggle-wearing freak, they're both known as the shame of the Uchiha clan. Ha!"
"Actually, add that bowl-cut guy too. The three of them are called the Academy's Three Idiots."
"Haha, true that. But those two idiots already graduated. Only this Uchiha Jun is left behind…"
Amidst the jeers and snickering, Uchiha Jun slowly walked into the training yard.
None of the filth spewed around him seemed to affect him.
The instructor didn't silence the noise either. He merely gestured with his hand. "Begin."
Across from Jun, Yamashiro Aoba respectfully bowed. "Senpai."
Then he formed the Seal of Confrontation.
Uchiha Jun sighed and lazily mirrored the gesture.
I'm just eleven… and I'm already a senpai to every damn kid in this place.
"Here I come, senpai!"
Wearing sunglasses, Yamashiro Aoba dashed forward while forming a summoning sign.
Gah-gah-gah!
Several crows burst into existence mid-air and swarmed Jun, blotting out his vision.
Aoba's hands moved again without pause. "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
BOOM!
A blazing torrent of fire surged toward him—
Jun barely had time to mutter, "Eight Gates…"
Too late.
He rolled aside, barely dodging the fireball, drawing another wave of laughter from the crowd.
"I forfeit!"
…Jun raised his hand without hesitation.
The instructor's eye twitched violently.
Is this guy really from the Uchiha clan? How the hell did someone like this not get drowned at birth?
"Huff…"
He took a deep breath and declared, "Yamashiro Aoba wins!"
Now that was what the Will of Fire looked like—Yamashiro Aoba, only ten, already possessed the skills to survive a battlefield.
The instructor gave Aoba a kind nod after he completed the reconciliation seal with Jun. As for Jun himself, the man didn't even spare him a glance.
The graduation exam only involved the Three Basic Techniques. Not exactly hard. But some people couldn't manage even that—like that bowl-cut freak who'd barely scraped through graduation a few years ago.
If the requirements hadn't been loosened to include practical combat, giving that freak a chance to show off his taijutsu skills…
He would've been stuck here, too.
As for this Uchiha kid…
The instructor shook his head and announced the next match. "Kamizuki Izumo vs Hagane Kotetsu!"
Jun didn't care about the instructor's attitude. Hands stuffed into his pockets, he sauntered back toward the crowd.
This year's graduation exam… maybe he could coast through again?
That's what he thought, anyway.
"Hahaha, just as expected."
"Jun and Aoba… which one of them is even the real Uchiha at this point?"
"Hey, seriously, crows and Great Fireball? That's textbook Uchiha…"
"Maybe they got swapped at birth!"
"Looks like the biggest idiot of the Three Idiots will be sticking around another year!"
As the unrestrained mockery continued, Jun's expression seemed to darken—
Yeah, no. He just let his pretty eyes droop into the dead-fish stare.
Ugh. A bunch of walking corpses. One day they'll realize just how suave and brilliant I really am.
Graduating early only meant getting shipped off to some battlefield.
Or assigned to missions that should never be given to a Genin.
That's just being cannon fodder.
And someone from the Uchiha clan? There's no way he'd actually be that useless. Jun had crafted his "talentless" persona for a reason.
It all started the year he turned one, when he got his transmigrator cheat code.
Ding. [One-Click Kage System] successfully bound. Achieve the milestone [Ten Years of Slacking] to unlock full functionality.
That was the vague notification he remembered seeing back then.
He didn't quite get why it was "One-Click Kage" instead of "One-Click Sage of Six Paths" or "One-Click God Mode"…
But if a single click could make him Kage-tier?
Hell yeah. That's like dealing 9999 crits in one hit in a game.
What more could you want?
So began Uchiha Jun's ten-year saga of utter laziness.
He hadn't even practiced the basics—no Three Techniques, no ninja tools, no jutsu.
The only thing he learned was the Eight Gates, and that was just because he got along with Might Guy during school. Picked it up through osmosis.
Even now, after all these years, Jun had only managed to open the First Gate. Barely any boost at all.
So…
His memory was a little hazy. What date had the system bound to him again?
Once the system unlocked, he'd just lie low, train in secret for a few years, and then—
Hehehehehe!
While Jun was fantasizing about his bright future, the surrounding brats suddenly let out another synchronized "Oooh," their eyes all locking onto him.
Jealousy. Surprise. Malice. Shock.
What the hell now? Jun thought, puzzled.
"Uchiha Jun, congratulations on graduating. You are now a proud shinobi of the Hidden Leaf!"
The instructor repeated himself.
…Huh?
Me?
Jun dumbly pointed at his own nose.
The instructor holding several forehead protectors gave him a nod. A few kids already wearing theirs stood beside him, grinning like idiots.
"Hahahaha!"
The crowd erupted into even louder laughter.
That dumb look on Jun's face—truly worthy of the title "The Big Idiot of the Academy!"
No way. He passed?
Inside, Jun felt a tidal wave of mythical beasts stampede through his soul.
WHAT THE HELL?! My plan—my beautiful, careful plan—it's RUINED!
Night fell.
Jun trudged toward the Uchiha compound, dragging his forehead protector by the cloth like it was a noose. The blue band fluttered in the wind, as if mocking his reluctant success.
"Well, if it isn't the Uchiha disgrace. You were fine this morning—what happened?"
Two figures stepped into his path.
Jun lifted his dead-fish eyes, glanced at them, then dropped his gaze and walked around.
"You…"
One of the two, wearing a Konoha Police Force uniform, reached out to grab him.
"Forget it, Tekka."
The older one waved his companion off. "We've got a clan meeting to attend. No need to waste time with an outcast."
"Yes, Dōka-senpai."
Uchiha Tekka brushed off his spotless new uniform, strutting past Jun with pride.
"..."
Jun paused, watching the two walk away.
These two dumbasses again, always showing off in front of me.
Wait. Did they say clan meeting?
Looks like… with more Uchiha gaining merit on the battlefield during the war, certain people were getting restless again.
Tch.
Why was he even thinking about them? He was up next anyway.
Jun clenched his forehead protector.
Now that he'd accidentally graduated, the village definitely wouldn't let him idle around.
But…
After slacking off all these years, he wasn't even decent cannon fodder.
Ding. Achievement [Ten Years of Slacking] completed. [One-Click Kage System] activated…