[Naruto World Online has been activated!]
The second that pale-gold virtual panel slammed into view, an ice-cold robotic voice shot through my brain like a lightning bolt.
Probably because of the Uchiha blood running through me, Uchiha Makoto (that's me) almost let out the most unhinged villain laugh imaginable. I barely managed to choke it down.
Took a deep breath, forced myself to calm the hell down, and started poking around my brand-new golden finger: Naruto World Online.
Player: Makoto
Inventory
Shop
Achievements
Titles
More features locked…
The panel looked super clean and simple, but all those grayed-out icons were screaming "secrets inside," making my fingers itch to click everything.
No hesitation. I mentally tapped the inventory, hoping for some newbie welcome gift.
Next second, I literally stopped breathing.
In the bottom corner of the otherwise empty grid, ten glowing words nearly burned my retinas:
Revive Coins × 10
My heart started slam-dancing against my ribs. Hands shaking, I pulled up the item description.
Revive Coin
- Instantly respawn on death (zero penalties)
- Choose to revive on the spot or at a random location (perfect anti-corpse-camping tech)
I read it like fifty times. Every word branded itself onto my eyeballs.
Ten lives. TEN. EXTRA. LIVES.
With ten lives, I could play this world like it's on creative mode.
I threw my head back, slapped a hand to my forehead, dug my fingers into my temples, and finally lost it. The grin stretched so wide my face hurt, and then the laugh just exploded out of me.
"BWAHAHAHAHA—!!!"
It came straight from the gut—high-pitched like a kid's voice should be, but with that pure, concentrated Uchiha crazy dripping off every note.
Ladies and gentlemen, the newest member of the "Uchiha Who Laugh Like Maniacs" Hall of Fame has officially debuted.
In the living room, two-and-a-half-year-old Uchiha Sasuke was happily munching on sunflower seeds when the cackling scared him so bad the can slipped and seeds went everywhere.
Cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, he glared toward my room, tiny fists clenched, already waddling over on angry little legs to yell at me… only for Mom—Uchiha Mikoto—to gently grab him.
"Don't bother your brother," she said softly, ruffling his hair. She glanced at my door with the most helpless, fond smile. "It's just… some Uchiha geniuses like to laugh like that."
Over in the study, Uchiha Fugaku heard the manic laughter and paused mid-scroll on police force paperwork. The corner of his mouth twitched upward—just barely.
Out of his three sons, the one he secretly had the highest hopes for wasn't Itachi (already a prodigy), but the weird little gremlin known as Makoto.
…
A solid minute later I finally stopped wheezing. My chest was heaving, face flushed from lack of oxygen.
Deep breath. Calm down, dude.
I mentally tapped the Shop button.
The list popped open—and my pupils shrank to pinpricks.
- Chakra Fruit
- Ten-Tails
- Otsutsuki Bloodline
- Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan
- Tenseigan
- …
Every single item hit me like a branding iron to the soul.
Then I saw the prices. Astronomical. Enough zeros to make a grown man cry.
I frowned for half a second… then shrugged, smirked, and thought:
"Expensive? Sure. But at least the ladder to the top actually exists. Plus they straight-up handed me ten free lives. My screw-up tolerance is maxed out."
A quick scroll showed plenty of cheap, high-value items that could shoot my power level up fast.
Money? I'll figure that out. In this world, strength is the only law that matters. Give me enough power and I can think of at least ninety-nine ways to get filthy rich.
At least ninety-nine.
Those ten Revive Coins sitting in my inventory were like the world's best anxiety meds—every bit of stress I had before just turned to dust.
Time to stop hiding how much of a freak I am. Ten lives means I can go loud, go fast, show off every ounce of "talent" without fear, stack cash, pump that cash straight into the shop, and rocket to the top. Left foot, right foot, spiral to the damn moon.
Only problem: starting capital.
Right now I'm just a regular two-and-a-half-year-old Uchiha toddler. Family's loaded (Dad's literally the clan head), but two-year-olds don't get allowances.
Gotta hustle.
"Need an angel investor, stat."
Itachi would've been perfect, but I just tricked him into going out with Shisui, so he's gone for a while. That leaves the walking family bank vault: dear old Dad, Uchiha Fugaku. Time to farm some gold.
Look, I've spent the last two-plus years low-key trolling Fugaku every chance I got. Not because I hate the guy—more like leftover adult memories from my past life making me cringe at suddenly having a "dad."
Never once called him "Father." We barely talk. When we do, I say something that pisses him off so bad his eye twitches. Good times.
I closed the panel, marched down the hallway, and headed for the study where Fugaku basically lives.
Honestly, I wasn't expecting much. Worst case, I waste five minutes. Best case, free money. Worth a shot. Real sugar daddy's Itachi, but he's not home.
The study door was cracked open. I shoved it wide, stomped in, and plopped my butt on the short stool across from him with a dramatic thud.
Little kid face dead serious, eyes still bloodshot from pulling an all-nighter, staring down the man himself.
Fugaku was hunched over police scrolls, shoulder-length black hair falling in his face, square jaw looking carved from stone, lips pressed into a thin line—pure clan-head intimidation mode.
After a long beat he finally looked up.
Those deep black eyes locked onto me like a hawk. Normal people would've looked away instantly.
I didn't even blink. We just stared each other down for a solid ten seconds.
His pen paused. The tiniest smirk ghosted across his mouth before he crushed it. Inside, though? Guy was impressed.
Sasuke can't even meet his eyes. Itachi's steady, but too polite. Me? I've got that wild spark he secretly loves—the same vibe as the old Uchiha ancestors.
"What do you want?" His voice rumbled like tires on gravel.
I didn't bother with pleasantries. Kid voice, zero sugarcoating:
"Lend me some money."
The pen stopped. Ink bled on the scroll. He raised an eyebrow, actually curious. "What do you need money for?"
No point lying—any excuse sounds fake coming from a toddler. So I leaned forward and said, completely serious:
"Just lend it to me. When I become the strongest in the ninja world, I'll make you Hokage."
His eyebrow shot up so fast it nearly escaped orbit. He tapped a knuckle on the desk—thump thump—voice going full stern-dad mode.
"Talk like that hurts the village's unity. Don't say it."
Then, quieter: "Besides… you won't even call me Father."
"When you're working, use titles," I shot back, 100% serious. "Call me Young Clan Head."
Fugaku stared. "You're not the young clan head."
"You'll regret saying that."
The way I said it—deadpan, smug, exactly like Danzo talks to the Third every day—triggered him on pure muscle memory.
"I am the leader of the Uchiha clan!" he thundered.
I didn't answer. Just hopped off the stool, spun around, and stormed out.
BAM! I slammed the door so hard the frame rattled.
Fugaku watched me go, fingers crumpling the scroll a little, but there was the faintest smile in his eyes.
"That little…"
He had no idea what I needed cash for, but he decided then and there to up my allowance anyway.
Back in my room, I scratched my head.
"Tch. That whole vibe just now… did I seriously just channel Danzo? Am I actually evil by nature?"
I was debating whether to go sweet-talk Mom instead when soft footsteps padded up to my door, getting closer…