Chronarch World
Imperial Council of Shinobi Capital — Konoha
The streets of Konoha were as lively as ever.
Merchants shouted out prices, officials passed by in uniform or casual attire, and civilians moved with practiced ease through the wide avenues of the capital.
Yet, amidst the bustle, two children walked forward in a way that subtly altered the flow of the crowd.
They were young—no more than seven or eight years old.
One was a boy, the other a girl. They appeared close in age, and at a glance, it was obvious they were related.
Their facial features were strikingly similar, refined yet sharp, unmistakably Uchiha.
The boy wore his dark hair in neat, handsome dreads, tied loosely behind his head, giving him an air of quiet confidence well beyond his years.
The girl walked beside him with light steps, her long hair swaying as she moved—too young to be called beautiful, but undeniably cute, with expressive eyes that sparkled with mischief and pride.
But what truly set them apart was not their appearance.
Wherever the two children went, people moved aside.
It wasn't done loudly or deliberately. No one spoke. No one pointed. Yet the space opened naturally—like water parting around stone.
Some faces held awe, others admiration, and a few carried cautious respect. A small number showed restrained curiosity.
And the children?
They didn't notice. Or rather—they were used to it.
To them, this treatment was normal.
As they walked, the younger of the two suddenly broke the silence, her tone sharp with irritation.
"Hey, Arata," she complained, crossing her arms. "Father rejected my idea again."
The boy—Arata—didn't stop walking. He simply tilted his head slightly, listening.
"He said we need Tier One strength before we're allowed to go to a positive world," she continued, clearly displeased.
"And until then, we're only allowed to go to negative worlds."
She huffed, clearly offended.
"What does he think I am? Do I look like someone who enjoys bullying the weak?"
She puffed out her chest proudly.
"I am Akane, young mistress of the Uchiha, and I like fighting the strong—not picking on weaklings!"
Arata, after listening to the rambling complaints of his sister, finally spoke in a calm, even tone—like someone explaining something obvious to a child, or perhaps to an object that refused to understand.
"You really can't go to a positive world without Tier One strength," Arata said.
"Especially when the place you want to visit is Zeno-verse. That's the strongest world among the positive worlds."
He glanced at her briefly before continuing.
"No wonder Father rejected it. It's not just his rule—it's the law. Minimum Tier Two level is required to enter Zeno-verse. So there's nothing to complain about."
That only made things worse.
Akane puffed out her cheeks, lips pushed forward, her expression resembling an angry yet adorable hamster. She crossed her arms tightly and turned her head away.
Seeing that his explanation had completely failed to convince her, Arata sighed inwardly and changed tactics.
"Well then," he said casually, "tell me the classification and differentiation of world types."
Akane snapped her head back toward him, eyes sharp with arrogance.
"Why should I tell you?" she said. "You're only three days older than me. You don't get to test me. I'm not answering."
Arata paused for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"That's fine," he said. "Then I'll just complain to Grandfather later."
The effect was immediate.
Akane's eyes widened, and her anger spiked even higher. "Are you threatening me?"
Arata nodded without hesitation. "Yes."
That was the final straw.
Akane turned her head toward the sky, nose lifted high, radiating indignation as if declaring to the heavens themselves: I am ignoring you.
Arata didn't react. He simply waited.
A few seconds passed.
Then—
"Okay! Okay! I'll say it!" Akane blurted out, turning back with a scowl. "I'm saying it, alright?!"
Arata's lips curved into an amused smile. He had known this would work.
Among everyone he knew, Akane truly feared only one person.
Their grandfather.
Not Akira's father of the Chronarch World—but Akira's father from the Vivienne World.
Arata knew the reason.
Akira ( Vivienne ) had failed to save the Uchiha Clan in the past. Even though the clan was eventually revived, pride alone didn't allow Akira's father to move on so easily.
Deep down, he believed that the tragedy was the result of his own failure—to nurture his child properly, to make him strong enough.
No amount of explanation from Akira had fully erased that guilt.
So when Akane was born, Akira's father made a decision.
He spent three full years studying—how to be a proper grandfather, how to teach morality, how to guide strength, how to raise a child without repeating past mistakes. He learned everything with the sole intention of teaching Akane.
Even though she wasn't related to him by blood.
He became her tutor.
An S-rank shinobi teaching a child was already excessive—but his lessons were strict, uncompromising, and relentless. As a result, Akane respected him deeply.
And feared him the most.
That was exactly why Arata's threat had worked so well.
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Akane finally spoke, her tone shifting from irritation to something far more practiced and confident.
"Worlds are divided into three types," she began. "Positive Worlds, Neutral Worlds, and Negative Worlds."
She lifted a finger as she explained, reciting the information as if it had been drilled into her countless times.
"The classification is based on multiple factors—technology, overall strength, available resources, unique powers, and a few other core parameters."
She continued smoothly.
"If a world has fewer resources than ours, weaker overall strength, less advanced technology, or if its people are still constantly fighting among themselves, then it's classified as a Negative World.
Most negative worlds are much weaker than ours, and because of that, many of them eventually join the Imperial Council of Shinobi for protection and guidance."
She raised a second finger.
"Next are Neutral Worlds. These are worlds whose strength is similar to ours—maybe slightly weaker, maybe slightly stronger. Their technology, resources, and powers are comparable to ours. They can fight our world on equal footing."
Her eyes flicked toward Arata briefly.
"In neutral worlds, the strongest individuals usually range from S-rank to SSS-rank. Worlds like that are classified as neutral."
Then she raised her third finger, her expression becoming a bit more serious.
"Finally, Positive Worlds. These are worlds that surpass us—in power, technology, resources, or everything combined."
She paused for emphasis.
"Among them, the Zeno-verse is the strongest. Their current rating is 100, the highest ever recorded."
Arata listened quietly, nodding once she finished.
"Alright," he said. "Now give me the numerical range."
Akane answered instantly, her voice flat and automatic, like someone reciting a memorized chant.
"Negative Worlds range from –10 to –1.
Neutral Worlds range from –1 to +1.
Positive Worlds range from +1 to +100."
She added, "Our world's rating is 0—the balance point. The dividing line between all three classifications."
Arata nodded again.
"Not bad," he said calmly. "It seems you actually studied."
Then he looked at her with a faint smirk.
"Now," he continued, "tell me about the classification of strength."
Akane puffed her chest slightly and continued, her tone turning lecturing.
"The classification of strength is divided into two major branches. Planetary-level and Universal-level. Planetary-level is common knowledge, so I won't repeat it. I'll explain the Universal-level instead."
"The Universal-level strength classification is divided into tiers," she said.
"Each tier represents the scale of destruction and influence a person can exert."
She began listing them clearly.
"Tier Zero is Sub-Planetary. At this level, power ranges from city-level to continental-level."
"Tier One is Planetary. The ability to destroy or fully control a single planet."
"Tier Two is Multi-Planetary. Power that can affect or annihilate multiple planets."
"Tier Three is Star-level. This includes the destruction or manipulation of one or several stars."
"Tier Four is Solar System-level. Power that encompasses an entire star system."
"Tier Five is Galactic Sector-level. Influence over a significant portion of a galaxy."
"Tier Six is Galaxy-level. The ability to affect or destroy an entire galaxy."
"Tier Seven is Multi-Galaxy-level. Power spanning several galaxies."
She paused briefly, then finished.
"And Tier Eight is Universal-level. Power that reaches an entire universe."
"Currently, Father is Tier 3 level."
Arata nodded, just as he was about to respond, a voice called out from behind—a familiar, sharp voice, unmistakably a child's:
"Akane! You're here!"
At once, Akane's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing as if she were facing her greatest adversary.
Arata turned as well, and from behind emerged two more children—a boy and a girl—who were clearly unrelated by blood.
The girl had striking blonde hair. Arata recognized her immediately: Tsuki, the second child of Tsunade.
Beside her was a boy who bore unmistakable Uchiha features—the second son of Itachi Uchiha. His name was Kagami, named by Itachi in honor of Shishu's grandfather, Kagami Uchiha.
Seeing the two, Arata immediately sensed trouble—and he knew that most of it would come from Tsuki, not Kagami.
The source of the rivalry was clear. Akane had founded a sect called the Chronarch Sect, composed entirely of admirers of Chronarch—her father.
Tsuki, on the other hand, had created the Yatagarasu Sect. Her reasons were twofold: to rival Akane, and because of her friendship with Kagami, who had a deep fondness for ravens and crows.
Tsuki, as a result, became an admirer of Yatagarasu and established her sect in his honor.
The two sects were now locked in a friendly—but fierce—competition to become the most prominent sect under the Imperial Council of Shinobi.
Of course, it wasn't a truly serious conflict; the members of both sects were all under twelve years old, mostly academy students.
Yet, as vice president of the Chronarch Sect, Arata found himself caught in the middle. He had to contend with his sister, no matter how annoying the rivalry was. He could not risk losing face of his father.
Kagami, for his part, was slightly irritated as well—but he too had to maintain the reputation of Yatagarasu.
The two boys exchanged a brief, knowing glance before falling in step together, heading toward the Imperial Council Auditorium.
It was the largest arena in the capital, designed specifically for combat between shinobi.
Hundreds of smaller arenas dotted the complex, along with massive central halls capable of withstanding battles between multiple SS-level fighters.
Meanwhile, Akane and Tsuki exchanged words in low, measured tones, each one careful, each one loaded with the unspoken challenge that had existed between them since the creation of their sects.
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Imperial Council Auditorium — Arena 13-B
The vast arena stood silent.
On opposite sides of the arena stood two teams of two children.
They were young—far too young for the intensity in their eyes.
Yet their gazes were solemn, sharp, and unwavering, as if the duel before them would decide the fate of the world itself.
Akane took a step forward, her expression cold and proud as she stared at her opponent.
"This is our seventeenth recorded duel," she said firmly.
"Our current score is nine to eight."
She raised her chin slightly, her voice carrying clearly across the arena.
"If we win this one, it will be officially decided—your Yatagarasu Sect is inferior to our Chronarch Sect."
The words struck like a blade.
Tsuki's clenched her fists. Anger flared in her eyes, not reckless, but burning and resolute. It was precisely that narrow loss—the single-point difference—that had placed Yatagarasu sect beneath Chronarch sect in the academy rankings.
She would not allow it to happen again.
I will protect Yatagarasu-sama's reputation, she swore inwardly.
On the other side of the arena, however, things were far simpler.
Arata and Kagami did not exchange taunts.
They did not waste words.
The moment the signal sounded, both boys moved.
They dashed forward simultaneously, their footwork precise and controlled. Each of them held a metallic handle in their hands—simple in appearance, with no visible blade attached.
Then—
VMMM
A beam of light erupted from each handle, extending outward and solidifying in midair.
A blade of pure energy.
LIGHTSABERS
A newly developed weapon, acquired through trade with a powerful Neutral World. Unlike chakra-forged weapons, these blades relied on condensed energy fields, capable of cutting through most conventional defenses.
Arata's blade glowed a calm, radiant blue.
Kagami's burned a deep, aggressive red.
The two clashed instantly, energy blades colliding with a sharp hum that echoed throughout the arena.
Meanwhile—
Akane moved.
She did not draw a weapon.
Instead, she pulled her arm back, unknown energy surging violently through her muscles.
Reincarnation Law — First Reincarnation Fist
Her punch shot forward, compressed power distorting the air itself.
Tsuki responded without hesitation.
"Super Strength Fist."
Their fists collided.
BOOM.
The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, cracking the arena floor beneath them like shattered glass. Sealing formulas flared briefly, stabilizing the ground before further collapse.
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TO BE CONTINUED