As his thoughts spiraled, a metallic voice suddenly echoed inside his mind.
Host detected. Automatic Training System binding…"
"Binding complete."
Arata's eyes widened. "…A system?"
The voice continued:
This is the Automatic Training System."
"It can help the host establish training projects and carry them out automatically."
"The host may check the personal training panel at any time."
Arata froze for a moment, then a wide grin spread across his face. His heart pounded with excitement.
A system. He had a system!
In all the webnovels he had read, transmigrators only had two paths: die as cannon fodder, or rise to greatness with the help of a system. He had almost lost hope..but now, he had a chance.
His blood boiled. With this system, he didn't need to fear. He had three whole years before the Uchiha massacre.
That was more than enough time. If he trained every day, with the system assisting him, he could reach a level far beyond his current weak self.
"One day," he whispered, his fists trembling with determination, "I'll punch Uchiha Itachi in the face. I'll crush Obito beneath my feet. No one will decide my fate."
For the first time since waking up in this strange world, Arata felt hope.
He would survive. He would grow stronger. He would protect his family.
The countdown to destiny had begun.
The streets of Konoha bustled with evening chatter. Lanterns glowed softly, and the scent of freshly grilled dango filled the air.
Walking side by side were two figures: a boy with calm black eyes and short hair, and a girl with long flowing black hair, a beauty mark beneath her eye, and a purple coat draped over her shoulders.
The pair talked and laughed as they shared a skewer of tri-colored dango.
"Itachi," the girl said with a gentle smile, "this is my little celebration for you joining ANBU.
You really are a genius… joining ANBU at just eleven years old."
Itachi Uchiha returned her smile, though faintly. "Thank you, Izumi. But you're also a genius—you've already awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan."
Uchiha Izumi chuckled, brushing her hair back. "That's true.
I awakened earlier than you, and my taijutsu isn't bad either. I'll become a strong kunoichi one day."
As the two walked, they suddenly noticed someone approaching them. It was Uchiha Arata.
Izumi's eyes brightened. "Arata-nii? What are you doing here? Weren't you on guard duty?"
Itachi turned his gaze to the newcomer. He didn't interact much with Arata....he only knew him as a fairly ordinary member of the clan, the grandson of the Uchiha elder. Nothing remarkable.
But Arata's eyes weren't ordinary tonight. They looked sharp, cold, and fixed directly on Itachi.
He already knew these two were childhood friends...childhood sweethearts, even. But in his heart, Itachi did not deserve Izumi. Not now, not ever.
Because Arata remembered the future.
On the night of the massacre, Itachi would slaughter Izumi without hesitation.
He had known she was there....yet he killed her anyway. Even such a bright, kind girl wouldn't escape his blade.
Arata clenched his fists. He would never allow it.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Izumi and spoke firmly. "Izumi. Come with me."
Izumi's lips parted in shock, her cheeks flushing faintly. To her, those words sounded far too much like a confession.
"Arata-nii… are you… confessing to me?" she asked hesitantly.
Arata nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I am."
He would take her away from Itachi—no matter what. This man didn't deserve her.
Izumi's heart skipped a beat. Being liked by someone like Arata—a well-respected, kind, and handsome young man...was flattering.
But her feelings were complicated. She had always admired Itachi.
He was the boy who had saved her during the Nine-Tails attack, someone her own age, someone she looked up to.
Yet now, if she rejected Arata outright, wouldn't it humiliate him in front of Itachi? After all, Arata wasn't just anyone...he was the grandson of the great elder.
Before she could decide, Itachi finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with warning.
"Arata… you're going too far. Izumi is not yet an adult. I won't let you play these childish love games with her."
Izumi was only eleven..one year away from the village's considered age of adulthood at twelve.
To Itachi, she was an important friend, someone he cherished. The thought of her being with another man unsettled him deeply.
But Arata's reply was steady, almost indifferent.
"I don't mind waiting until she's an adult."
His words were simple, but his intent was clear.
Itachi's eyes narrowed. "You're not strong enough to protect her.
You've only awakened a single tomoe. What can you possibly offer?"
Arata didn't flinch. He met Itachi's gaze head-on.
"And you?" he shot back. "You claim you can protect her...but in the end, you're the one who will hurt her most."
The air grew heavy. Izumi looked between them nervously, realizing the two were on the verge of clashing.
Itachi's composure cracked slightly. He was praised by many as the greatest genius of the Uchiha since Shisui, but to be so openly challenged by someone like Arata infuriated him.
Arata, however, suddenly felt a ripple within him.
> "Your Sharingan senses insult. Accelerating training… Awakening Second Tomoe Sharingan."
The system's mechanical voice rang in his mind, startling him.
Then, in the next instant, his vision sharpened as if lightning had struck his eyes.
His pupils burned, turning crimson. A second tomoe spun into existence in each eye.
The world around him became clearer, sharper. Even the flapping wings of a tiny insect nearby became crystal clear.
Arata's lips curled into a grin. So this is the power of the system…
Across from him, Itachi's eyes widened slightly. "Two tomoe…? When did you…"
Izumi gasped. She remembered clearly that Arata had only awakened a single tomoe not long ago.
To suddenly evolve to the second stage...it was shocking.
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