Rikudō Shingon Log: Host Status Update
Host: Uzumaki NarutoAffiliation: Konoha Hidden VillageIdentity: Son of the Fourth Hokage. Last heir of the Uzumaki bloodline. Nine-Tails Jinchūriki.Title: Child of DestinyClassification: Protagonist, chaos incarnate.
Physical Strength: 750 (average adult: 10)Speed: 690 (average adult: 10)Mental Power: 710 (average adult: 8)Chakra Flow: 103,200 / 5,000,000
(average Genin: 100, Chunin: 1,000, Jonin: 10,000)
Shinra Powers
Shinra no Kyōkai – Lv.2Host may shift position freely within a two-meter radius.
Next upgrade requires 100 Spirit Reserves.
Ten'gan – Lv.1Allows vision of all chakra flow and form within fifty meters.
Next upgrade requires 10 Spirit Reserves.
Ten'on – Lv.1Amplifies sound perception up to fifty meters.
Next upgrade requires 10 Spirit Reserves.
Ten'shin – Lv.1Reads emotional and mental intent of beings below the host's mental power.
Next upgrade requires 10 Spirit Reserves.
Ten'mon – Lv.1Reveals fragments of destiny for targets weaker than the host.
Next upgrade requires 10 Spirit Reserves.
Kyōmetsu – Lv.1Extends the host's lifespan by ten years, with the ability to absorb or grant up to five years of life from others.
Current lifespan: 130 years.Next upgrade requires 10 Spirit Reserves.
Spirit Reserves: 53
Known Techniques
Shadow Clone Jutsu
Impact Fist
Fire Release: Phoenix Fire Jutsu
Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation
Wind Release: Rasengan
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough
Flying Thunder God Technique (Prototype)
Weapons: Trident Kunai, Standard Shuriken, Mindweave Armor
Naruto skimmed through the glowing runes that floated in front of his eyes. His lips curved into a grin.
"Not bad," he muttered, pleased. His Spirit Reserves had jumped from a meager 7 to 53. The spoils of battle.
Yamada Tarō, the bandit chief, had been worth 30 points alone. The rest came from his underlings—ordinary men who still counted as life, still counted as energy. Forty-six souls devoured, a harvest of death.
The Rikudō Shingon didn't bother with decimals. To it, you were alive or you were ash.
He directed the remaining reserves with a thought, upgrading Ten'on, Ten'gan, and Ten'shin to Level 2. The runes pulsed once before fading.
The rest, he kept. "You never know when the system will decide to be greedy again," he said to himself, tone dry.
[Rikudō Shingon]: A wise choice, Host. For once.
The voice echoed, amused, genderless. A divine chuckle slipped through the air like wind through a temple bell.
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Save the commentary. I've got plans."
[Rikudō Shingon]: Ah yes, the part where you imagine rewriting destiny with teenage angst. How refreshing.
Naruto ignored it, turning serious. The Chunin Exams were coming. With them came Gaara, the Sand's demon host, and worse—Yun-nin assassins. In the original timeline, they'd tried to kidnap Hinata.
Not this time. Not while he was here.
And behind it all, Orochimaru's shadow slithered closer. The Konoha Crush.If he wanted to survive that, mere training wouldn't cut it. He needed power—something beyond mortal reach.
Hence the upgrades. Hence the hoarding.
Even with the Nine-Tails' chakra, Naruto had long since learned not to rely on it unless desperate. The fox's hatred was like acid—it burned everything it touched, especially him.
When the new power settled, glowing text flared again:
Updated Shinra Techniques:
Ten'gan (Lv.2): Perception radius extended to 100m.
Ten'on (Lv.2): Hearing radius extended to 100m.
Ten'shin (Lv.2): Can now detect mental intent up to 100 points higher than host's base power.
Ten'mon (Lv.1): Unchanged.
Kyōmetsu (Lv.1): Unchanged.
Naruto exhaled slowly. The surge of awareness nearly made him dizzy. His senses stretched outward until he could hear insects shifting beneath the bark of trees, see the faint pulse of life in every leaf.
"...Too much," he muttered, clutching his head.
[Rikudō Shingon]: Overwhelmed already? Pathetic, considering you wanted to be a god.
It had been days since the bandit mission. Kakashi had secured a week's rest for them—rare mercy from a man like him. After all, few genin faced rivers of blood on their first C-rank.
Naruto spent that week experimenting with the spoils—specifically, the strange armor he'd taken from Yamada Tarō.
Heavenly Heart Armor (Ten-shin-gai).
According to Rikudō Shingon, it was a relic from the earliest era of ninjutsu—possibly crafted near the age of the Sage of Six Paths himself. A forgotten weapon rediscovered by chance.
Naruto tested it relentlessly, jotting notes and muttering to himself like a mad scientist. His conclusions:
It could block all jutsu below B-rank.
It drastically reduced damage from higher-level techniques.
When infused with chakra, it transformed—barbs and spikes emerging like a hedgehog's quills, capable of piercing through stone.
Each activation burned through massive amounts of chakra.
To an ordinary Chunin, it would be suicide. But Naruto's chakra reserves dwarfed even most Jonin. To him, it was nothing.
He smirked, running a hand over the metallic weave. "A weakened version of Kaguya's bone techniques... only better."
[Rikudō Shingon]: You're calling ancient craftsmanship 'better'? How bold.
"Bold's what gets me alive," Naruto shot back.
[Rikudō Shingon]: And occasionally, dead faster.
Naruto ignored the jab. In truth, the armor was incredible—a fusion of offense and defense, a true ninja's dream. Against a lesser user like Yamada, it had been wasted. In Naruto's hands, it was reborn.
He gazed at it, a strange light flickering in his eyes."Artifacts, relics... all just stories until someone like me wears them."
The Rikudō Shingon hummed softly, like laughter in a temple.
For a mortal, Host... you blaspheme beautifully.