My name is Izumi . I used to be just an ordinary high school student—until I inexplicably ended up in the world of Naruto, reborn into the Uchiha clan under the name Uchiha Izumi.
Unfortunately, the first person I saw was Uchiha Sasuke, who was about the same age as me.
Right now, I'm lying in ambush. My target? Uchiha Itachi—the prodigy of the clan and, more importantly, the infamous big brother with an extreme case of "little brother complex."
As for why I'm ambushing him… well, that's all thanks to the so-called golden finger I received after transmigrating.
Other transmigrators get absurd buffs—godlike strength, unparalleled talent, or at the very least the Nine-Tails' chakra.
Me? I got a system.
And not just any system—a scam of a system that only gives me benefits after I complete its missions.
The mission it gave me just recently was the biggest rip-off yet.
> "Ding! Congratulations, Host, for successfully refining chakra. Main mission automatically received: Assault Uchiha Itachi. Rewards will be issued based on performance. Time limit: 3 days. Failure will result in erasure."
"You've got to be kidding me, system. That's Itachi! Sure, he hasn't grown into the Itachi yet, but he's still that Itachi. Are you trying to get me killed? Let's talk about switching the target, yeah?"
> "Sure. I can change it to: Assault the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen."
"Brother, you're my dear, dear brother. I was wrong. I'll stick with assassinating Uchiha Itachi."
Come on—assaulting Sarutobi Hiruzen? Forget the odds of success; even if I threw a kunai from eight hundred meters away, the ANBU would take me out before it landed. And if they didn't, Ibiki would probably invite me for some tea—and that's the kind of tea no one survives.
The only silver lining here is that, as an Uchiha, I can easily get my hands on ninja tools. Without that, I wouldn't even get close enough to see Itachi's face.
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Training Ground Seven.
This place was reserved exclusively for the Uchiha clan, and one of Itachi's favorite spots when he had free time. The dense trees made it perfect for an ambush.
But let's be real—against the legendary Uchiha Itachi, I didn't have a shred of confidence.
I forced myself to calm my nerves as his figure finally came into view. The moment I saw him, I triggered my trap. A dozen kunai shot out in an encircling formation, all aimed straight at him.
Itachi might have only been a genin at this age, but his real strength was already on par with a chunin. With a single leap, he easily evaded every projectile. But before he could land, a wooden log shot in from the side. Unable to use the ground for leverage midair, he was actually knocked away.
"I… I actually did it?"
I stared in disbelief. Could it be that I'd transmigrated into the wrong world? Was this really the Naruto universe? Or maybe this Itachi was just a fake?
While I was still doubting, I suddenly sensed someone behind me. Before I could react, a cold kunai pressed against my neck. One wrong move, and my head would roll.
"Itachi-nii, I don't mean any harm. Just playing around."
Facing Uchiha Itachi, I didn't have a single ounce of courage to resist. I wasn't even a proper ninja yet—if I could escape from him, his entire reputation would be ruined.
"…"
Itachi gave no response. The kunai at my throat didn't so much as waver.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell the truth. I heard my parents say you were the prodigy of our generation, so I wanted to challenge you. But since you're already a ninja, I set a trap instead."
Only then did Itachi lower his kunai. Whether he believed me or not… only he knew.
As he turned to leave, I pulled out a prepared explosive tag, ready to throw it. But just as I was about to act, Itachi suddenly turned back to look at me.
The moment his Sharingan locked onto me for the first time, I felt death itself envelop me—like my very life would end in the next second. My body froze completely, trembling uncontrollably.
Normally, being caught in a Sharingan's gaze wouldn't be fatal. But I just so happened to be holding an explosive tag in my hand.
Sure, in the manga, explosive tags are disposable trash-tier tools. But for a four-year-old Uchiha like me, one could be deadly.
The tag ignited, the fuse hissing. Explosion imminent. My face twisted into despair.
Great. I was about to become the first transmigrator in history to kill himself with his own trap.
I closed my eyes and waited for the end.
Itachi clearly hadn't expected things to escalate like this either.
Though irritated by my ambush, I was still clan. In the blink of an eye, he was beside me—one hand flinging the tag away, the other shoving me to the ground.
If I'd opened my eyes then, I'd have seen it clearly: that was the Body Flicker Technique.
A jōnin-level jutsu… used by a so-called "genin."
Death never came.
Instead, there was a boom, followed by a puff of white smoke.
"Shadow Clone?"
That was my last thought before I blacked out.
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When I came to, I was in my own room at home. Seeing the familiar surroundings, I remembered today's "ambush."
'All that planning, and I only ambushed a shadow clone. Sure, it was a clean hit… but even at this age, Itachi's far beyond ordinary.'
After checking that I was unhurt, I opened the system interface.
Uchiha Izumi (Transmigrator)
Ninjutsu: 5
Taijutsu: 3
Genjutsu: 4
Intelligence: 4
Strength: 3
Speed: 2
Chakra: 5
Hand Seals: 6
Looking at my pitiful stats, I didn't even know where to start complaining.
In the four years since my rebirth, the only things I'd improved were chakra and hand seals. Everything else was still awful.
I habitually opened the task list, expecting the Itachi mission to be marked incomplete. But to my surprise, it was highlighted as complete.
I was speechless. I hadn't even touched the real Itachi, let alone injured him. How could this count?
The mission clearly said I had to injure Uchiha Itachi. Taking out a clone didn't count… did it?
"System, how is this mission marked complete? Even if the clone disappeared from my explosive tag, that doesn't mean I injured the real him."
> "Shadow clones transfer their knowledge and fatigue back to the original. Destroying one returns its fatigue to the original, which is defined as damage."
"…System, I swear, you—why didn't you say so earlier?"
> "First: I do not have an elder relative. Second: You did not ask."
"…"