"Siri," I muttered, rubbing my temples, "I wanted to travel to the Naruto world. Where in Merlin's beard did you dump me?"
I looked around, I saw that I was in a forest, no one beside me, I gained senses with grasses in my mouth, bushes around me and strange insects in me.
"Host, you are in the Ninja or Naruto world, in the forbidden forest," the System replied, voice maddeningly calm.
"As discussed, after the initial run, you are required to spend a minimum of one year in this world before returning to the Wizarding World. If you die here, your body will enter a coma in this world."
"…What?"
I froze. "You never told me that. I died in my first reincarnation here, didn't I? Why didn't anything happen when I returned last time?"
"That was a trial period," the System said.
"A privilege granted to first-time jumpers. After your first jump, you are considered experienced. The new-user cooling-off clause no longer applies."
My jaw tightened. "You did not tell me that."
"It was written in the contract you signed prior to your first jump. Under 'Terms and Conditions.' You appear to have skipped that section."
"…Gods damn it."
I exhaled slowly, then snapped, "Fine. At least tell me where I am. Exactly. When did you insert me? What era is this?"
"Your profile has been calibrated to match a Sharingan-compatible host," the System replied.
"Timeline: pre–Second Shinobi World War. You are currently a classmate of Minato Namikaze."
That made my stomach sink.
"Yesterday, Minato Namikaze defeated you during sparring," it continued.
"The defeat caused severe psychological destabilization. Being defeated by a civilian-born prodigy significantly impacted the original host's self-worth. In response, he overtrained, exhausted his chakra reserves, and entered a coma. You fainted in the forbidden forest."
A pause.
"That is when the System initiated the merge. Your soul was integrated with the Uchiha host."
I went quiet.
"…So that means I'm stronger now, right?" I asked slowly. "My chakra should increase. My spiritual power already jumped between worlds. That should boost Yin Release too."
No immediate denial.
Hope flared.
"And—" I grinned despite myself. "Can I use magic here? Transfiguration, potions… I could become obscenely rich."
"Negative," the System replied instantly.
"Power systems are isolated. Chakra and magic are fundamentally different energy structures. Powers cannot be transferred between worlds."
I scowled.
"Exceptions apply only to templates you acquire and skills you personally develop," it added.
"However, you may adapt knowledge across systems."
That caught my attention.
"For example," the System continued, "creating Rasengan in this world does not grant you Rasengan in the Wizarding World. You retain the concept. You must independently recreate its magical equivalent. Ratios, incantations, arithmantic formulas, and power flow models will differ."
I chuckled softly. "So… same idea, different math."
"Correct. Creativity is unrestricted."
I frowned. "Then explain this. How do I have the Sharingan in the Wizarding World? That's clearly from here."
"The Sharingan originates from your template," the System replied.
"The System integrated and adapted it to your soul structure, your bloodline and your DNA. Think of it as Metamorphmagus of Black family, you have it, how to use it, depends on you, you have to figure it out. However, possession does not equal mastery."
Ah. That explained a lot.
"You lack operational proficiency," it continued.
"You have not trained Sharingan-based genjutsu, perception control, or combat applications. Nor have you created spells designed to synergize with ocular abilities."
I groaned. "So that's why I couldn't read the minds of those Muggles."
"…I had to Obliviate them," I muttered darkly. "They started asking why I was wearing 'weird contact lenses.'"
I leaned back, staring at the ceiling of a world that wasn't mine.
One year.
No safety net.
A prodigy breathing down my neck.
And power that existed… but didn't yet listen.
"…Alright," I said quietly. "Let's survive this one properly."
"Okay show my status here.. "
" Which one ?"
" What do you mean which one, my one "
" You have two status's now, your Wizarding World Status and Ninja World Status ".
Show me both
Name: Corvus Marvolo Lestrange, Corvus VI (currently deactivated)Father: Rodolphus LestrangeMother: Bellatrix Lestrange, née BlackGodfather: Regulus Black (since 1971)Godmother: Narcissa Malfoy, née Black (since 1971)
Primary Template: Shisui Uchiha (Three-Tomoe Sharingan, 65%)Level: 12Class: MageStage: NoviceAge: 8
HP: 100MP: 100
Attributes:
Physique: 21
Spirit: 27
Perception: 32
Endurance: 25
Intelligence: 50
Charisma: 30
Luck: 15
Toxicity: 0
Bloodline Talents: Warg, Metamorphmagus (Partial)Acquired Talents: Sharingan (Maximum 3 allowed)
Skills: ( Top 6)
Observe Lv.3
Basic Mage Skills Lv.3
Potions Lv.4
Mind Arts Lv.3
Illusion Arts Lv.2
Affinities: Fire, Wind, Lightning, Yin
Current Role Play: Akira UchihaWorld Visited: NarutoCurrent Location: Naruto World
Followers: None (Maximum 2)Familiars: Rook, Nyx (Shared affinities)Pets: None
Purchase Points: 0Stat Points: 0EXP Points: 0
"Level twelve in a single year," I muttered, leaning back. "By any metric, that's impressive progress."
And yet.
"I'm stagnating," I admitted quietly.
That was why I had agreed to this world-hopping arrangement. I needed purchase points. Enough to acquire a second template.Bruce Wayne. Tony Stark. Any true inventor would suffice.
"At first, I thought it would be easy," I continued. "Take ideas from the Muggle world, add a magical twist, and be done with it. Simple. Elegant."
I scoffed softly.
"But most of my ideas never left the page. Sketches. Concepts. Blueprints that refused to become reality. I underestimated it. True creation isn't copying."
Innovation demanded pain.
It demanded failure.
It demanded suffering.
A sudden thought surfaced.
"System," I asked, "if I remain in this world for a full year… what happens to my original world?"
The reply came instantly, flat and emotionless.
"There will be no impact. The System has ensured complete temporal isolation. Upon the conclusion of one year in this world, you will awaken in your original world at the precise moment you departed."
"So it's a pluck-and-insert," I murmured.
"You may consider it as such," the System replied.
"Then," I said, exhaling, "show me this world's status."
"Affirmative. Now, please display this world's status."
"Understood."
Name: Akira Uchiha
Level: 7
Age: 9
Physical Power: 13
Spiritual Power: 55 (+30 after soul merge)
Chakra: Genin-level
Bloodline: Uchiha
Combat Proficiencies:
Taijutsu: 5
Ninjutsu: 12
Genjutsu: 9
Jutsu:
Fireball Jutsu Lv.2
Clone Jutsu Lv.1
Transformation Jutsu Lv.1
Substitution Jutsu Lv.1
Shurikenjutsu Lv.2
Hell Viewing Technique Lv.1
False Surroundings Technique Lv.1
Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (One Tomoe)Chakra Nature: Fire, Wind, Lightning, Yin
Before I could fully process the information, another translucent panel slid into view.
Main Mission: Survive one yearReward: 1,000 Purchase Points
Mission 1: Defeat Minato NamikazeReward: 100 Purchase Points, 100 EXP
Mission 2: Place Top 3 in GraduationReward: 50 Purchase Points, 50 EXP
Mission 3: Achieve Top Rank in Graduation ExamReward: 100 Purchase Points, 100 EXP
There went my plan to lie low and cultivate quietly.
I cursed the System mentally, then asked, "System, I don't have any memories of this character."
"Check your downloads. Akira Uchiha's memories are available for retrieval."
I opened the interface without hesitation and selected Download Now.
The world tilted.
A sharp pressure bloomed behind my eyes as foreign thoughts flooded in, stitching themselves into place. Pride. Expectation. Habitual arrogance, worn like a second skin.
Akira Uchiha.
Nephew of Kagami Uchiha. A young master in the truest sense. Not cruel. No bullying, thankfully. But prideful to the bone. Confident. Arrogant.
Figures. An Uchiha, through and through.
Mother alive.Father deceased.No siblings.
An uncle serving as a Jōnin in the Uchiha Police Force.
I frowned slightly.
That uncle could very well be Shisui Uchiha's father.
Once the dizziness subsided, I asked, "System, can I incorporate Shisui Uchiha's jutsu? I already possess his memories. Would my current level support it?"
The answer came immediately.
"Negative. Host must first raise the proficiency of the three basic jutsu categories. Additionally, Genjutsu and Ninjutsu must reach a minimum level of 20 before successful incorporation is possible."
I exhaled slowly.
"Fair enough."
I glanced toward the compound entrance. Akira's mother would be worried sick.
"Let's go home."
As I approached the Uchiha compound, I noticed movement near my house.
A few Uchiha boys stood nearby, pretending not to watch while very clearly watching.
And leaning against the opposite tree, arms folded, posture relaxed yet alert, stood someone I recognized immediately.
Fugaku Uchiha. Already a Genin. Already observing.
I slowed my steps slightly.
So much for staying unnoticed.
One of the Uchiha boys straightened the moment he saw me, a crooked grin spreading across his face."Well, well, well," he sneered. "Look who it is. The disgrace of the Uchiha. The one who lost to a commoner."
I didn't answer. I exhaled once and continued toward my house.
That only irritated them further.
"Look at him," another voice chimed in. "Running away now. Don't you have any Uchiha pride? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
I stopped.
Slowly, deliberately, I turned back.
"Well," I said calmly, "my Uchiha pride was trampled by a commoner. What would you like me to say?"
They blinked, clearly not expecting agreement.
"He was better than me," I continued evenly. "Faster. Stronger. At my current level, I see no path to defeating him. None."
I shrugged lightly.
"So I'll train. I'll grow stronger. And then I'll try again."
Their expressions twisted, confusion replacing mockery.
"But," I added, voice still steady, "if any of you can defeat this same commoner and reclaim the pride I supposedly lost, I would be sincerely grateful. Feel free to challenge him instead of harassing me."
I glanced down at my clothes, still faintly stained.
"For now, I'm tired. I trained all day yesterday, fell asleep in the forest, and woke up covered in grass and mud. I'd like a bath and some rest."
Silence followed.
One of them scoffed weakly. "You don't feel ashamed? Being defeated like that?"
"I did," I replied without hesitation. "On the day I lost."
Then I met his eyes.
"After that, I calmed down. I recognized my shortcomings. Those can be trained. Weaknesses can be addressed. And yes, even a commoner's habits can be exploited."
A pause.
"But he defeated me fairly. And despite being an orphan, he did so with skill. That earns my respect."
I tilted my head slightly.
"I will surpass him. Eventually. But if my defeat troubles you so deeply, feel free to test him yourselves."
A faint smile touched my lips.
"Before you do, remember this. He is also a student of Jiraiya-sama. So choose carefully whether you wish to bully him."
That shut them up.
I turned then, my gaze finally settling on the figure leaning quietly against the tree.
"Good day, Fugaku-senpai."
He watched me closely, unreadable.
"If you have any advice," I said politely, "I would be grateful for your guidance."
I bowed my head just enough to be respectful, not submissive.
"Thank you. I'll be taking my leave." And this time, no one stopped me.