A few hours passed since the ceremony, yet Konoha was unnervingly silent.
Normally, on the day a Hokage was appointed, the village would be bursting with fireworks, sake stalls, games, banners, dancing, laughter — a festival that would last until dawn.
But tonight?
Not even the wind dared to speak.
And strangely… no one found that odd.
Because it wasn't just Konoha.
Across every Hidden Village — Sand, Mist, Stone, Cloud — even far-off Daimyo capitals… the same silence had fallen.
Every man, woman, child, shinobi, and Kage stood outside, staring blankly at the moon.
The Third Tsuchikage broke the silence first, whispering to himself:
"He is no longer human…
That boy is a god now."
In the Mizukage villa, Terumi Mei stood at her balcony, staring up at the sky, her expression complicated.
"If only he were a little older…" she muttered.
"Should I listen to that advice — age is just a number?
No… no, Mei, control yourself—"
And once again, Akira Uchiha was saved from becoming the tragic victim of Terumi's thirst-fueled marriage struggles.
Why was everyone shaken?
Because the moon — the moon itself — had a hole through it.
Not a dent, not a crater.
A clean piercing wound visible from Earth.
Something Kakashi, staring at it beside Gai, couldn't help muttering bitterly:
"That hole is almost… as neat as the one I made in Rin's chest…" ( Just a Joke )
It was terrifying.
Across the villages, nobody fully understood the daytime display. They thought Akira's flaming arrow simply ascended, spent its momentum, and detonated somewhere in the upper sky.
Now?
They finally knew the truth.
That arrow never fell.
It kept going — through the atmosphere… through space… and through the moon.
If the moon only had a massive crater, people would have called Akira a god already — something comparable to legends.
But a hole?
A straight line clean-shot through a celestial body?
That was beyond god-like.
It was like a precision shooting contest.
One competitor fires ten rounds, each scoring 9.8 — brilliantly, consistently, but clearly at his limit.
The second competitor fires ten perfect shots — 10.0 every time.
Yet his perfection isn't because he reached his limit…
It's because the scoring system couldn't measure beyond 10.
If Akira's arrow had merely shattered a chunk of the moon or carved a crater into its surface, the world would have praised him as a god — but one with boundaries.
But now?
His attack pierced the moon clean through.
So nobody knew:
Did his power exhaust itself after breaking through the moon?
Or did the arrow still carry strength beyond what anyone could comprehend?
And of course —
the truth didn't matter anymore.
Because one fact was undeniable:
Akira was already beyond invincible
Nobody could measure him anymore.
Every comparison, even against Hashirama or Madara, felt childish.
He wasn't merely strong —
He was beyond definable strength.
And across the shinobi world, under the silent, damaged moon, every nation finally understood something terrifying:
They were no longer dealing with a Hokage…
They were dealing with a concept.
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As for Akira…
He wasn't celebrating.
He wasn't bathing in glory.
He was sitting alone on his balcony — legs dangling over the railing — staring at the moon he had casually drilled a hole through, as if it were nothing more than scenery.
A breeze passed, cool and silent.
Akira leaned back, hands behind his head, thinking deep in thought.
He had four Lucky Simulations chances left.
Right now he was stuck in the same barrier Naruto and Sasuke once faced —
the bottleneck of strength.
Currently, Akira was contemplating how to increase his strength in the future.
Even though he had survived until natural death once, he couldn't tell if it had been sheer luck — maybe it was the result of using the enhanced lucky simulation with three lucky draws, or maybe fate had simply favored him.
At this point, Akira saw two clear paths to grow stronger.
The first option: fuse the seven chakra natures, form the Bloodline Net, and ultimately create Truth-Seeking Orbs. This method was steady, controlled, and aligned with his own skill and intellect.
The second option: follow the path of the Ōtsutsuki — consume a Chakra Fruit, or become a Tailed Beast Jinchūriki, gaining massive power all at once.
Akira felt the first option suited him better. It was slow, methodical, and he could approach it gradually.
Through daily simulations, he could train, learn all the chakra natures, and refine his abilities — even if daily simulations didn't provide spectacular rewards, they were enough for mastering the fundamentals and laying the groundwork for the future.
He exhaled, eyes still on the moon, and spoke lazily:
"Hey, System. Now that I have the Rinnegan and I'm basically Six Paths level…
should I unlock the memories of the One Piece world?"
Silence.
Then the system finally replied:
[Host can indeed unlock One Piece memories, yes.
Doing so will also unlock the reward tied to that world.
But if you want my advice — wait until you have a high-density energy source available.]
Akira frowned.
"High-density energy source? What do you mean?"
The system answered as calmly as ever:
[Something like Roran Dragon Veins…
Tailed Beast Chakra…
or any other concentrated, world-grade power.]
Akira didn't understand why memory awakening and receiving the realward required energy —
but he trusted the system enough not to question it further.
So he shelved the idea.
He stretched, looked at the moon again, and asked with his familiar casual tone:
"Alright then. System — run one Lucky Simulation."
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