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"No need for thanks," Madara Uchiha continued, his gaze fixed on Qianyu's eyes. He narrowed his own, perceiving the vast, concentrated chakra within the child's pupils.
An unknown dōjutsu? One he'd never seen before.
It seemed bringing him back had been the right choice.
"Do you need me to do something?" This old schemer, Madara. Always tricking ignorant young men!
Qianyu smiled sweetly on the outside, cursing a storm inside.
"Your parents, your family… they're all dead, aren't they?"
Madara had lived a long time. He understood the current state of the Shinobi World War. First, the adults went to the frontlines. Then, when troops ran truly low, they sent the children.
This boy's parents must have died on the battlefield. That's why he ended up there.
He couldn't be more than ten years old.
The cruelty… it was no less than during the Warring States Period.
So.
Peace would never be achieved in this reality.
"Yes…" Qianyu looked as if struck in a raw nerve. A shadow fell over his face. Tears welled in his eyes.
Watching the tears appear on command, the Alluring Conquest System knew it had made the correct choice.
Acting was, and always would be, a host's greatest asset.
"Do you see the world clearly now?" Madara asked.
Huh?
Qianyu paused. Since when did this become a philosophy lecture?
He swallowed his snarky retort, letting just the right amount of confusion show on his face. "See… reality?"
Madara saw his expression and knew the next step could proceed.
"In this world, things will not always go as you wish. The longer you live, the more you realize that reality is filled with nothing but pain, suffering, and emptiness."
Leaning on his cane, Madara launched into his philosophical spiel.
Qianyu listened. It sounded familiar. Very familiar…
Finally.
He remembered.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
This was the exact speech Madara used to brainwash Obito Uchiha in the anime!
Unbelievable!
Madara was trying to con him the same way he conned that idiot Obito!
"Listen well," Madara's voice was low, relentless. "Where there is light, there is shadow. The very concept of a 'victor' necessitates the existence of a 'loser.' It is the selfish desire for peace itself that incites war."
"It is the desire to protect love that gives rise to hatred."
"They are bound by causality. Inseparable."
Madara droned on.
Qianyu was pissed, but he nodded along.
Setting aside the old man's shady intentions, the words themselves held a certain logic. A twisted kind of wisdom.
"Because you were wounded, you were saved."
Okay, that one's just nonsense.
Not as profound as the others.
Qianyu critiqued internally.
Madara's crimson Sharingan bore into him. "Reality… is hell!"
"I will sever the chains of this world's causality!"
"A world of only victors! A world of only peace!"
"A world of only love!"
"I will create such a world!"
His tone shifted, no longer monotone.
Qianyu clearly saw Madara's pupils dilate slightly. The hand gripping his cane tightened.
Madara was excited.
"Then… what can I do?" Qianyu looked up, dazed, his eyes full of genuine confusion.
Madara seemed surprised by how readily the boy played along. He paused, then placed a withered, bark-like hand on Qianyu's shoulder.
"You can do… much."
Still didn't say what you want from this kidnapped young man!
Qianyu was speechless.
"I… I want to create a peaceful world too," Qianyu whispered, his small fists clenched. Tears streaked his dirty cheeks. "A world without war… without bloodshed… without separation… a world with Mom and Dad…"
His eyes shone with a stubborn, fierce determination.
Madara looked at him. And smiled. A satisfied, chilling smile.
"Yes. Together, we will create such a world!"
"Okay! Tell me what to do! I'll do anything!" Qianyu slowly bowed his head, murmuring, "As long… as we can create a world full of love… I'll give anything!"
Ding!
Congratulations, Host.
Affection Level of Target: Madara Uchiha has reached 60!
Qianyu blinked. When did I choose to target Madara?
"The System selects automatically," a voice chimed in his mind.
Well, wasn't that a pleasant surprise? He almost laughed out loud.
Madara observed the child with deep satisfaction. He'd thought him ordinary. But such ideological resolve! Such potential, judging by his chakra and those unique eyes.
He would be perfect. His successor in the world of the living after his own death. To carry out the plans he could not.
Madara's hand rested gently on the boy's head. "For now, you need do nothing. Rest. Recover. Grow stronger. There will be much for you to do later."
Qianyu forcefully suppressed the urge to grin. He met Madara's gaze with fierce resolve. "I understand! I will train hard!"
Madara nodded, turned, and slowly melted back into the surrounding darkness.
System Auto-Assigned Skill has arrived. Please select to receive.
[YES] [NO]
Qianyu smashed YES without hesitation.
ABILITY: HIE HIE NO MI (ICE-ICE FRUIT)
Description: A Logia-type Devil Fruit from the world of 'One Piece,' formerly consumed by Kuzan.
Effects:
Techniques:
Seeing the Hie Hie no Mi, Qianyu nearly jumped. It wasn't the absolute strongest, but a man had to know contentment!
"Do the locked techniques require my own training?" He stared at the word 'Locked,' his heart aching as if cut by a knife. It was like seeing a mountain of gold you couldn't touch. Agony!
"Correct. This is the skill limitation at Affection Level 60," the System explained.
A fruit—pale blue, covered in swirling patterns like a frozen pineapple—plopped unceremoniously at Qianyu's feet.
Qianyu: "…"
Could you aim a little better next time?
He picked up the Ice-Ice Fruit, examined it, and asked the eternal question. "How… do I eat this?"
"Please explore independently, Host."
Explore my ass! How the hell am I supposed to explore this?
After three seconds of hesitation, Qianyu lifted it and took a bite.
"Bleurgh…"
He gagged. Took another bite.
"Ugh…"
Another bite.
"Gah…"
Bite. Gag. Bite. Gag. Finally, the entire revolting thing was gone.
"That… was a trial," Qianyu said flatly, feeling like his soul had been assaulted.
Shaking off the phantom taste of sewage, he decided to test his new prize. He raised a hand. A warm, comfortable energy flowed through him automatically. A strange barrier manifested around his fingers.
He tried poking the bed. The distance closed… but his finger never truly touched the fabric.
Wide-eyed with wonder, the uncultured Qianyu tested all ten fingers before finally pulling back, impressed.
"What are you doing?"
A white head burst up from the ground.
Qianyu yelped, jumping back. His face darkened. Why did the White Zetsu have to be so creepy?
"Who are you?" He maintained his confused-child persona.
The White Zetsu scratched the plant-like growth on its head. "Me? I'm…"
Ding!
Congratulations, Host.
Affection Level of Target: Tobi has reached 60!
Instantly.
Qianyu's dark expression vanished. His gaze towards the White Zetsu transformed.
A living Bodhisattva! Starting affection at 60!
"…You can call me Tobi," it said, oblivious to Qianyu's internal calculations.
"Okay! Tobi!" Qianyu's eyes gleamed. "Let's create a wonderful new world together!"
Tobi blinked, thinking of Madara. It nodded dumbly. "O-okay!"
Tobi Affection Level: 70.
Just like that. Ten points. What an easy mark.
Qianyu's gaze grew even softer. He patted Tobi's shoulder, grave and earnest. "Good brother! I swear, I will make you understand the feeling of needing to take a dump!"
Tobi's beady eyes shone. "Really? I can really know what it's like to want to poop?"
"Absolutely!"
If not for a shred of remaining dignity, Qianyu would have offered a live demonstration.
Ding!
Tobi Affection Level: 90.
Hm?
Qianyu narrowed his eyes. Still not 100? Even with the promise of understanding bowel movements? Does he need to witness the actual event?
He hesitated internally.
Gurgle…
Qianyu felt a pang of embarrassment. He probably couldn't produce on demand anyway.
He was too hungry.
Tobi's gaze shifted. "You're hungry?"
"A little." Qianyu, with his adult psyche, had some pride. But he was in a child's body. It was fine. Kids got hungry.
"Actually, yes. I'm hungry," he admitted, staring at Tobi.
"I'll find you something to eat!" Tobi declared, and its head vanished back into the earth.
The power of 90 Affection!
System Auto-Assigned Skill has arrived. Please select to receive.
[YES] [NO]
Qianyu remembered he hadn't claimed Tobi's 60-point reward. Seeing the coast was clear, he pressed YES.
HADŌ #63: RAIKŌHŌ
Description: A high-level Kidō spell from the world of 'Bleach,' used by Shinigami.
Due to world differences, the incantation is replaced by hand seals. Upon mastery, the seals may be omitted.
The 60 Affection from Tobi only granted Qianyu basic proficiency in Hadō #63. To unleash its full, seal-less power, he'd need to train.
A question nagged him. Same affection level, but the skills from Madara and Tobi were worlds apart in power.
As if reading his mind, the System explained: "The System judges the difficulty of the Target. Higher difficulty yields stronger random skills."
Ah.
So that's why Madara's 60 points got him a Logia fruit. Qianyu's confidence for the future swelled.
With the System, there was hope!
Too excited to wait, he tested all his new skills. Clumsy, yes. But the raw power didn't disappoint.
Tobi emerged from the ground, holding a box.
Qianyu was practicing his Ice-Ice Fruit control. An Ice Blade, flying blind, sliced towards Tobi's hand.
Thump.
Tobi's right hand hit the floor.
The System chimed instantly.
Tobi Affection Level: 70.
Up and down. Like a damn rollercoaster.
Qianyu: "…"
I swear it was an accident?
Tobi's stump sprouted a new hand in seconds. It placed the box before Qianyu, its goofy, unbothered expression completely unchanged. As if the severed limb belonged to someone else.
If not for the affection drop, Qianyu would never have guessed it was upset.
"Your food. I brought you a change of clothes too!"
A flicker of guilt and warmth touched Qianyu. Tobi was thoughtful. Food and clothes?
That warmth and guilt evaporated the moment he saw the garments.
"What… is this?" Qianyu asked, voice dead, holding up a delicate, silken sash.
Tobi beamed. "I took it from a rich person's house!"
"Took?"
Stole. You stole it.
And you stole fucking women's clothing!
Qianyu clenched the smooth, water-like silk in his fist.
Whoever wants to wear it can! I'd rather die!
Tobi widened its beady eyes. "Isn't it pretty?"
"What do you think?" Qianyu said flatly.
"I think it's very pretty!" Tobi gushed with exaggerated praise.
"Then you wear it!" Qianyu shoved the clothes at it.
Tobi vanished.
Literally.
Melted back into the ground at visible speed.
Several black lines of annoyance appeared on Qianyu's forehead.
"My suggestion is, you should wear it," the System chimed in, uninvited.
"Reason." Qianyu smiled, a dangerous, polite smile.
"Because cross-dressing is more advantageous for your conquest missions."
Qianyu sneered. "Bullsh—"
He stopped.
Maybe… possibly… perhaps… it was advantageous?
People were less guarded around girls…
Qianyu's face contorted.
"A reminder. You have no other choice. Unless you plan to bathe and put the dirty clothes back on. Or would you prefer to run around naked?"
The System shattered Qianyu's last shreds of dignity.
"FINE!" he roared, the sound of a man bearing a great humiliation. "Just this once!"
The System said nothing.
As the Alluring Conquest System, it knew one truth better than anyone.
With cross-dressing, there was no 'just once.' There was only zero times, or infinite times.
Clearly, Qianyu didn't know that yet.
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