Sudden pain jolted me awake from slumber. "Get out of here, brat!" I hastily covered my stomach with my hands and groggily tried to open my eyes. But before I could, another kick sent me rolling face-first into wet mud. I choked on the sludge and sat up straight. Spitting out the muddy water that had splashed into my mouth. "Don't block my door next time! Bloody beggars!"
The store owner venomously spat out and went back in, followed by a few early customers through the now unblocked doorway. I stood up, cleaning and brushing off the sludge. A small sound of GRRR came from my stomach. I sighed and looked around. Only to catch my reflection in the shop's broken glass.
A lean, black haired boy of 10 with torn, dirty clothes stared back at me. The fair skin had lost its lustre to the layers of mud and grime that caked my body. The only things of beauty were my eyes. Crystal clear blue, like two little sapphires from the finest jewellery store downtown. But in this world, they might as well have been cracked grey stones.
Yeah, that's right. This was not my original world. I was a transmigrator. And from my mention of the eyes, I have no doubt that you must have guessed it. Yes, I had transmigrated into the world of Naruto. The time was towards the end of the Second Great Ninja War. The title of Sanin had already been granted by Hanzo, and most of the forces had returned to the village a few days ago. From what I could tell, this body belonged to a refugee child from the Land of Rain. He had come to Konoha in hopes of a better future. Little did he know that the 'bright future' that was promised was for Konoha citizens only.
You would think that a war orphan like me should be in an orphanage or something. But the orphanages were too full to take in all the Konoha orphans. Let alone foreigners. Unlike other wars, this time peace was a result of exhaustion and mutual annihilation and not of true victory. The economic and military backbones of all nations were crushed. So a kid like me was just one of countless victims, left to fend for himself.
I couldn't blame the leadership, though. After all, a chief protects his own. That's how I found myself sleeping in front of a milk store. I used to be a college student, but all that doesn't matter anymore. I'm sure you do not want to listen to me wailing about my precious previous life. So I won't bore you.
At first, a week ago, when I came here, I was ecstatic. Especially when I saw the famous blue window floating in front of me. C'mon, who doesn't dream of steamrolling everything and everyone to create a Harem with all major heroines? But it appears there is none for me yet.
STATUS
KUROSAWA REN
Power - Inferior Civilian
Phisique - 3
Chakra - 0(Locked)
Specials - None
Skills - None
System Stats - 0
Call - The eye passes.
A scathing scoff escaped my lips. The system didn't even tell me my affinity. The only thing it gave was a stupid daily quest.
Daily Quest (Basic)
100 Pushups
100 Squats
100 Sword Slashes
100 Kunai Throws
10km Run
Reward - 2 System Stats
There were no other missions or tabs.
You see, the funny thing about this is that I did not have a sword or a kunai. And even if I did, I don't know how many of you actually do exercises, but the writers of most LNs have no idea about how much the human body can take. Let alone a weak one like mine. Unless you work out regularly, with the lifestyle we have, doing 20 pushups will floor most of us. By 100, you would probably faint. This could only be done by someone I peak human condition, not a weak and hungry newbie child.
I decided to walk towards the nearby tap. Water was free. As I was quenching my thirst, a small commotion drew my attention. Fights were common in these parts, but what drew my attention was the fact that it was early morning. Who fights right now? I looked to see two men fighting in an alley. Or at least what I thought were two men. The speed at which they fought made it hard to make out.
A sharp metallic clang rang out, and I prepared to bolt. Someone like me would only be collateral damage in a fight amongst shinobi. But before I could, the fight was over. Suddenly, a plan came to my mind. What if I could salvage something after the victor leaves? It was a risk, but from the way things were. I was gonna starve on the street. Coding isn't exactly a profession in this world. And had no other skills. Odd jobs had too many bigger, stronger applicants. Most importantly, even if the body is gone, it won't be surprising to miss one or two kunai, right?
I made up my mind and waited for a few seconds on the deserted street. When I could no longer hear any more sounds, I slowly peeked in. A body lay face down with a pool of blood forming around it. And on one side, I saw a shinobi with a kunai stuck in his chest take out a scroll from his pocket. With blood-soaked, trembling hands, he was tring to take something out of his jacket pocket. But the kunai was making it difficult. As he tried not to bleed out, he spotted me.
"Hey, kid, come here." I looked at him warily. "Help me and I'll give you money to eat." Even though I might not get to loot, but right now, A warm meal sounds just as awesome. I slowly walked towards him. Still wary, as I had seen in the anime that even dying shinobis can at least throw some kunai or shuriken. Which would be enough to take care of me.
"Hold the kunai while I take out the bottle. And keep the pressure on to not let the blood out." I obeyed just like he told me to. He slowly used his now free hand to take out a bottle from within his pocket. He uncorked it and dropped a little bluish liquid onto his chest. As the liquid dropped, the shinobi cursed and jerked, inhaling a sharp breath, closing his eyes. Suddenly, an Idea blossomed in my mind.