Rukawa rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a copy of The Will of Fire, authored by none other than Hiruzen Sarutobi.
The cover featured the Third Hokage himself, smiling benevolently.
"Tch. Disgusting."
Without a second thought, Rukawa incinerated the book with Amaterasu. Jet-black flames devoured the pages, reducing them to ash in seconds.
Nice.
Murder, theft, cleanup—this was the ultimate all-in-one jutsu.
Torched propaganda in hand, he was in a surprisingly good mood.
Time to test the Rinnegan.
He locked eyes on a pillow across the room.
—Heavenly Hand Power (Amenotejikara)!
Swish!
In utter silence, Rukawa swapped places with the pillow. In the blink of an eye, he was standing by the bed, and the pillow rested where he'd just been.
This ability allowed him to instantaneously exchange positions between two objects within a set range.
Perfect for ambushes. Not even Kamui-Obito could keep up with this.
Next, he summoned the loot from his previous system sign-ins.
Flash!
A burst of white light, and suddenly a pile of items appeared before him.
One stood out: a life-size, hyper-realistic human doll.
Purely for scientific purposes, of course, Rukawa studied it closely.
It was... detailed. Soft to the touch. Lifelike skin texture.
If it could move, you'd swear it was human.
Again, purely scientific interest.
Not that he could do anything with it—not in this seven-year-old body.
After a half-hour of research, he lost interest and moved on.
Among the pile, he found two vials of green liquid—the legendary Super Soldier Serum from the Marvel universe.
"System, if I drink both, will the effects stack?"
[Yes. Effects stack. No side effects. Physical form is freely adjustable.]
Jackpot.
He downed both vials in one go.
Immediately, raw energy surged through his body.
Muscles swelled. Clothes shredded.
His height shot up to over two meters. Black sludge oozed from his pores.
His hair grew long and thick, cascading past his thighs.
And, naturally, the underwear survived.
Because in the great cosmos of censorship, undies are indestructible.
Rukawa gawked at his reflection.
"Holy crap. This is Super Saiyan 3!"
Black hair aside, the resemblance was uncanny.
His entire body buzzed with explosive strength.
With this power, Hiruzen wouldn't even be dust—he'd be negative particles.
He wiped off the grime, then tested his new defense. A kunai bent and snapped against his skin.
"This is insane. Normal ninja attacks can't even scratch me now."
Just then—
"Rukawa, dear! I made you a fruit platter. I'm coming in!"
Click.
The door!
He'd forgotten to lock it.
Panic.
He couldn't let his mom see him like this.
He compressed his power and reverted to his child form just as the door creaked open.
Whew.
"Mom, don't you usually knock?"
Mikoto didn't answer.
She stood frozen, eyes wide, finger trembling as she pointed toward the bed.
"Rukawa... what is that?!"
He turned to follow her gaze—and instantly regretted it.
Crap. I forgot to put the doll away.
There it was, sprawled on the bed in an extremely compromising position.
Rukawa nearly gagged.
In his old world, this would be a one-way ticket to exile.
But this was the ninja world.
His left eye flashed.
—Heavenly Hand Power!
The doll vanished, replaced by a single green leaf from outside.
The eye closed in under a second.
Mission: Cover-Up, complete.
Sure, he could've wiped her memory with the Mangekyō, but using that on his mom? No thanks.
"Eh? What are you talking about, Mom?"
Mikoto pointed to the now-empty spot.
"The... the doll. It was right there!"
Rukawa blinked innocently.
"What doll?"
Mikoto sighed and shook her head.
"You're still so young... don't play with those kinds of things, okay? I'll have Itachi talk to you later."
She left the fruit plate and walked off with another sigh.
Rukawa sighed too.
Can't stay here now. Mom's side-eye is lethal.
Also, that doll needed to be recovered before someone else found it.
Strictly to protect the mental health of the village's youth, of course.
Outside, he found it lying peacefully under a tree.
Relieved, he scooped it up and returned it to the system inventory.
Time to plan ahead.
Waiting around for the massacre wasn't his style.
Today was the Uchiha clan meeting. Maybe he could persuade some of them to prepare early—and give Danzō the surprise of a lifetime.