WebNovels

Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! I'm running a poll to choose the next fanfic.The poll is free on Patreon, join as a free member and vote for your favorite fic!The winner will be decided by a simple points system:

Most Power Stones = 1 point

Most Reviews = 1 point

Most Votes in the Poll = 1 point

The poll starts today and runs for one week. Support your favorites—drop stones, leave a review, and vote!

=============

One Piece Breaking the Gene Lock

Genshin Impact: I am King Arthur

Naruto: Reviving the Fourth Hokage from the Start

=============

Konoha Year 48, October 10.

Night.

Cold enough to bite through bone.

Shinju curled up in the corner of a makeshift orphan tent.

He was six this year, his body frail from congenital weakness.

Outside the tent lay the ruins of Konoha.

Cries, wails, hoarse orders from shinobi—every sound drilled into his ears.

The colossal demon fox called the Kyūbi (Nine-Tails) had ravaged the village not long ago. The echoes of earth-rending roars and collapsing houses still lingered.

Shinju did not cry.

In his eyes there was a calm beyond his years—and beneath that calm, a hatred buried deep.

He bore the Namikaze name.

The same name as the Fourth Hokage, Minato, who had just fallen.

He was a side branch of the Namikaze clan—an orphan cast out because he was sickly at birth and deemed a failure who could never refine chakra.

The clan elder, that cold-faced old man, had told his parents, "This child is a disgrace to the Namikaze. His existence only wastes our already scarce resources. Send him to the orphanage and pretend he never existed."

His parents, those timid, weak people, chose to obey.

Thus, Shinju became an orphan.

At the orphanage, he suffered constant bullying. Because of his surname, children who had lost family to war vented their hatred on him. They called him a jinx, a waste.

Shinju.

He mouthed his own name over and over, tasting not honor but endless mockery.

"Namikaze…" he whispered, barely audible, dry lips bleeding.

Why?

Why, when both bore the Namikaze name, was Minato the hero the masses revered—the Golden Flash who saved the village—

While he, Shinju, was nothing but a cast-off waste in a corner, struggling just to live?

Why must he shoulder all of this?

Unwillingness.

A fierce, soul-searing unwillingness battered his thin chest.

He hated the clan's coldness, hated the cruelty of this world, but hated most of all his own helpless, feeble body.

If… if he had power.

If he could wield power that split the sky like Minato.

Just then, a commotion rose outside the tent.

"Did you hear? Fourth-sama and Kushina-sama… they're both gone!"

"They sealed the Nine-Tails…"

"What about the fox? Where is it sealed?"

"I heard… I heard it was sealed into the Fourth's newborn child…"

"What? That child… then he's—"

The chatter cut off, replaced by a silence steeped in fear and revulsion.

Shinju's heart clenched.

Minato was dead.

The man hailed as a prodigy—the Golden Flash—was dead.

His only son had become the new jinchūriki.

A surge of indescribable dark delight mixed with deeper sorrow welled up within him.

Look—this is a hero's end.

Even if you save the world, so what? Your child will bear the curse you left behind, feared, shunned, and despised by the village.

Just like me.

No—worse than me.

I am only a waste abandoned by my clan.

He is a monster carrying the demon fox.

How ironic fate is.

Pounded by this torrent of negativity, Shinju felt a stabbing pain in his mind, as if something in the depths of his soul struggled to break free.

[Ding!]

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his head.

[Detected host's intense unwillingness and regret at critical threshold…]

[Soul-wave frequency matches binding requirements…]

[Initializing binding…]

[1%… 37%… 88%… 100%!]

[Binding complete!]

[Valhalla System activated!]

Shinju's body went rigid, his frail frame trembling at the sudden change.

A hallucination?

He bit the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain snapped his mind clear.

Not a hallucination!

That voice truly existed in his head!

[Ding! First-time bind detected. Newbie bundle delivered!]

[Congratulations, host—awarded a massive amount of "Correction Points"!]

A pale blue virtual panel only he could see appeared out of thin air.

At the top was a bold title: [Valhalla System].

Below it was a number so long it stole his breath.

[Correction Points: 999,999,999,999]

He counted digit by digit.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands…

Ninety-nine billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine!

His heart thundered, blood surging to his head until his pallid cheeks flushed feverishly.

What was this?

Correction Points?

He asked in his mind.

[Ding! "Correction Points" are the core energy of this system.]

[By consuming Correction Points, the host can correct tragedies and regrets across the river of history.]

[The greater the tragedy corrected, the stronger the resultant shift in causality—and the host may receive special rewards.]

[The core function of this system is—Densetsu Fukkatsu (Legend Revival).]

[The host may consume Correction Points to revive, from the river of history, those powerful figures who should have died but left immense regrets—restoring them at their absolute peak and binding them as the host's absolutely loyal "Guardian Heroic Spirits."]

The mechanical voice explained, each word precise.

Shinju's breathing quickened.

Revive…

Revive the dead at their peak?

Absolutely loyal?

His gaze pierced the thin tent toward the distant cliff where the faces of the Hokage were carved.

His eyes locked on the fourth face.

An elegant, gentle visage brimming with unshakable confidence.

Minato.

If…

If he could revive him…

A thought so mad it bordered on deranged sprouted in Shinju's heart and blazed like wildfire.

His fist clenched tight, nails biting into his palm. The pain made his mind razor-clear.

The self that resented fate was gone. Now, a power that could overturn the world rested in his hands.

After a long breath, Shinju focused entirely on the system panel.

The interface was simple. Besides the count of Correction Points, there was a [Revival Roster].

He selected it, and a flood of dim names surfaced.

[Hashirama (Locked)]

[Madara (Locked)]

[Tobirama (Locked)]

[Mito (Locked)]

[Sakumo (Locked)]

[Dan (Locked)]

[Nawaki (Locked)]

Names famed across shinobi history.

All were gray—unrevivable.

Only the top two gleamed gold, ready to activate.

[Minato (Revivable)]

[Kushina (Revivable)]

Shinju stared at those two names.

One was the man who led the Namikaze to their zenith—and a beneficiary of the clan's cruel rules.

The other, his wife—the previous Kyūbi (Nine-Tails) jinchūriki.

Both were heroes.

Yet it was the world they represented that had forged Shinju's present.

"Minato…"

Shinju's expression chilled.

"Since you cast me away… I'll be the one to remake this clan."

"I'll show you—and the entire world—what the true 'Golden Flash' is."

The instant he resolved himself, the system chimed again—as if it sensed his intent, or as if a node in history happened to arrive at this very moment.

[Ding! Major historical tragedy node detected!]

[Location: Before Konoha's Memorial Stone.]

[Event: The Third Hokage, Hiruzen, is about to announce to Konoha's leadership and citizens the 'hero's child' status of Minato's son, Naruto—and use that as a pretext to hide him away, raising him in cold isolation to keep tighter control over the Kyūbi (Nine-Tails) jinchūriki.]

[This will open a twelve-year prologue of tragedy and sow the seeds for future upheavals across the shinobi world.]

[Classification: Special-grade historical tragedy node.]

[Consume Correction Points to invoke the system's highest authority, Densetsu Fukkatsu (Legend Revival), and revive the legendary heroic spirit "Golden Flash" Minato?]

[Yes/No]

Looking at the options, Shinju smiled.

Hiruzen?

Konoha's upper echelons?

Control the jinchūriki?

Such familiar, ugly masks.

He could already picture that "benevolent" old man, the so-called "Professor," cradling the infant and reciting noble lies in a mournful tone—casting a hero's child into hell.

Too bad.

Your script ends here.

All hesitation vanished from Shinju's eyes.

His will turned into a blade that severed the old world, slamming down on the golden word: [Yes].

"Revive!"

"Now. Immediately. This instant!"

The moment he gave the command—

The colossal number of Correction Points began to madly plummet.

At the same time, over the entirety of Konoha—

The wind stilled. The clouds parted.

All crying, shouting, and murmuring fell eerily silent.

A formless, sovereign pressure descended from the heavens.

The next second—

The sky split open.

(End of Chapter)

[Check Out My P@treon For 20+ Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!] [[email protected]/Draumel]

[Thank You For Your Support!]

More Chapters