Konoha – Uchiha Clan Compound
Akira sat cross-legged on the tatami mat, morning sunlight sliding across the wooden floor like a thin blade.
The simulation had ended.
The rewards glowed faintly before him.
And Akira quietly examined them one by one.
The first reward — Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
Good. Needed. Practical.
The second reward — Ameon Ōtsutsuki's Rinnegan Ability Information.
Useful… but not now.
Not urgent.
Not something he couldn't earn himself later with proper experience and strength.
The third reward — Collection of Photos of 108 Future Beauties.
Akira stared at it.
He wasn't sure if he should laugh… or question his life choices.
He reluctantly let it go.
With a sigh, he accepted the first reward.
Instantly, warmth surged behind his eyes.
His chakra pulsed in waves, steady yet powerful, as if invisible hands were tuning the wires of his very being.
After a few minutes, everything in his body clicked into place.
Akira opened his eyes—
Crimson tomoe spun into existence.
Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
The world sharpened.
Edges clearer.
Movements slower.
Life itself more readable.
And the abilities that once felt hesitant and unstable—
Hypnosis.
Replication.
Genjutsu.
—now flowed into him naturally, as if he had been born for them.
Akira blinked once, letting the glow fade.
He closed the system panel.
He said nothing.
He didn't need to.
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But once the excitement settled, a shadow of thought rose in his mind.
Nagato.
He replayed everything from the simulation —
every decision, every moment, every consequence.
And Akira nodded silently.
Nagato… had been a good choice.
Yes, he had that "Shinra Tensei, I am God" attitude.
Yes, he carried pain like a religion.
Yes, his justice was sharp enough to cut the world.
But Nagato's heart was never rotten.
He had the potential to become evil — anyone with power did —
but he didn't.
His actions were not for domination, not for ego…
but for the harsh, honest peace he believed in.
He could be trusted.
At least more than most.
But another thought intruded—
The Ōtsutsuki Clan.
A lifelong headache.
In eastern fantasy terms, they were immortal world-devouring cultivators descending to harvest leaks.
One dies?
A stronger one comes.
Defeat a teenager?
An elder descends.
And unlike protagonists in Chinese novels…
Akira couldn't visit their world.
Couldn't steal their techniques.
Couldn't plant chakra trees.
Couldn't harvest planets.
He was a mortal fighting immortal beings with infinite backups.
A noob fighting a rich kid with infinite game purchases.
A little unfair.
So the only real escape?
Use the simulations.
Jump worlds.
Grow strong in places even the Ōtsutsuki feared.
Break the game by leaving the board entirely.
A distant solution…
but the only realistic one.
After thinking too long, Akira rubbed his forehead.
This level of thinking could melt a brain.
"If overthinking solved problems," he muttered, "overthinkers would rule the world."
He exhaled slowly and shifted his focus to the present.
He had strength now — actual strength.
Two-Tomoe Sharingan.
Elite Genin-level Kenjutsu.
Chunin-level Five-Element Ninjutsu.
Chunin-level Taijutsu.
He was confident he could fight a Special Jōnin and at least not lose outright.
Not arrogance.
Just quiet, solid confidence.
With that mindset, Akira walked to school again.
Nothing special.
Nothing grand.
Just another day.
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Time began to flow.
Days stacked.
Training settled into routine.
Life moved forward.
One month later
Akira began writing a letter.
A letter that would become the cause of Sarutobi Hiruzen's death.
After finishing, he packed the letter with another letter and a glass bead into an envelope.
The next evening, a school holiday, he went out and found Kakashi in a small park. Kakashi was sitting quietly while Might Guy stood beside him, saying something emotional enough to start crying.
A river poured out of Guy's eyes, and Akira felt that Luffy's Gear Five was nothing in front of him.
If Guy got serious, he might drown an enemy in his tears.
Akira felt a little sorry for Kakashi and also felt he had arrived at the wrong time. Just as he turned around, Kakashi's voice came — desperate, like a drowning man grabbing floating wood.
"Akira, wait for me. Guy, I have something important to discuss with him. I'm sorry to leave you alone."
The instant he said that, Kakashi vanished in a blur, reappearing in front of Akira with his hand gripping Akira's collar — and in the next moment, he was gone again.
Might Guy was still processing what Kakashi had said, staring at the empty space.
"Kakashi's speed has increased again. I knew he was secretly training. I'll run fifty times around Konoha as punishment!" Guy cried as he took off running.
Kakashi, meanwhile, regained his usual stoic expression. No trace of the earlier panic remained.
"Did that person send another letter?" Kakashi asked.
Akira didn't answer. He simply handed over the envelope.
"He said to give this to Itachi Uchiha."
Kakashi nodded and left using the Body Flicker Technique.
Akira returned home early.
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Itachi's POV
Knock knock.
"Come in," Itachi said.
"Kakashi?"
Kakashi nodded, handed him the envelope, and left without a word.
Itachi didn't question it. He opened the envelope.
Inside were two letters and a glass bead. He recognized the bead immediately — a chakra signal tool. When broken by force, it sent a message to its linked counterpart. Useful for silent ambush coordination and unseen communication among teammates.
Itachi opened the letter addressed to him.
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