Year 50 of Konoha. Deep inside a bandit hideout in the Land of Fire, Kira Uchiha swung his blade and dropped the last enemy. He exhaled hard, letting the tension bleed off his shoulders.
The Third Great Ninja War had ended only recently. The Uchiha massacre was still eight years away. The Nine-Tails' attack, and the death of the Fourth Hokage just a year away.
And Kira's system countdown? Five… four… three… two… one.
[The Senju Revival System is now online. At your service.]
"…The hell did you just say?" Kira froze.
[The Senju Revival System is now online. At your service.]
The voice repeated itself, like it thought he hadn't heard.
"No, no, no. Listen here, System. Look at my Sharingan. Look at the Uchiha fan crest on my back. Feel this fire chakra running through my veins. I'll give you another chance to phrase that properly. Which clan revival system did you say you were?"
[Host detected as possessing Senju bloodline. Activating Senju Clan Revival System.][Primary objective: rise from the ashes and rebuild the Senju clan.]
Kira stared blankly for a long beat. Yep. This was definitely an idiot system. Him? A Uchiha? Rebuild the Senju?
The Senju were basically gone, buried and forgotten. The only one left in public was Tsunade—gambling addict, drunk, and generally unreliable.
How the hell was he supposed to rebuild a clan from that? No chance. Zero. This wasn't happening.
He almost laughed out loud. He'd been waiting eighteen years for his golden cheat system, and it turned out to be this nonsense.
[Stage rewards: Mangekyō Sharingan, free attribute points, Yang Release chakra.]
"…Then again," Kira muttered, lips curling, "the Senju did build this village. Our Uchiha and the Senju have always been… close. Keeping their flame alive might even be considered an act of virtue."
Not that he cared about the noble cause. He just wasn't blind to the rewards.
Because in a few years, Itachi Uchiha was about to wipe his clan off the map. The Uchiha—sitting on three Mangekyō, with more jōnin than anyone—were still going to implode.
Kira owed his clan. He wasn't some genius, but after his parents died, it was the clan that raised him. The elders taught him ninjutsu, genjutsu, taijutsu, even basic arithmetic. They hadn't spoiled him, but they hadn't abandoned him either. He couldn't just watch them burn.
But how could he save them?
Right now, he was nothing special. A pair of two-tomoe Sharingan, some passable fire release, and the kenjutsu he'd scraped together from Sakumo Hatake. It made him a jōnin, sure—but compared to the monsters prowling this world, he was cannon fodder.
To change the future, to stop Itachi, to rewrite tragedy itself—he needed power. More power. Unmatched, undeniable power.
"…When I get back, maybe I should talk to Tsunade," he thought. "Wonder if she's into younger guys."
A sigh slipped out, but his attention caught on a hidden door in the bandit lair.
Behind it was a filthy dungeon, reeking of blood. A boy lay crumpled inside, beaten to a pulp, barely recognizable as human. Kira felt a pang of pity.
"Kid, you still alive? You're safe now. I've cleared out the bandits. Go on home."
The boy's eyes lit up. "I'm saved? They're all dead? Then why—why didn't you come sooner?! If you'd come earlier, my mom and dad wouldn't—"
His face twisted, and he lunged.
Kira's kunai drove straight into his throat.
"Damn bandits. Disguising themselves as humans now? Pathetic."
Annoyed, he followed up with a Great Fireball, turning the corpse to ash. Only then did he sheathe his blade and walk away.
A C-rank mission. A handful of bandits, a measly bounty. Not even worth the trouble.
But things were different now. He wasn't just fending for himself anymore—he had Tsunade, and a million other hypothetical wives, to think about.
"Guess I'd better find new ways to make money. And track down missing clan members too… what a hassle. Maybe I should just convince the elders to change our crest from the fan to a tree branch. Call ourselves the 'Forest Senju' instead of the 'Proud Uchiha.' Boom. Revival complete."
He snorted. Yeah, right. Suggesting that would get him beaten to death by the clan before Itachi even had the chance.
"So then… what the hell should I do?"
Kira wasn't stupid. Before he ever crossed into this world, he'd read enough fanfics to know dozens of "reform the ninja world" theories.
But theorizing from a safe distance was one thing. Living inside this powder keg was another. No matter how good your plan was, why would anyone follow you? Why should they trust you?
He wasn't Naruto with a magic mouth. He wasn't Yahiko with natural charisma.
No. It all came down to one thing.
Power.
If he had power, everything else followed.
Could he just laugh like a proper Uchiha and unlock his third tomoe on the spot? He tried to imagine it. Probably not.
He'd worked himself to the bone for years. Trained harder than anyone. But talent was talent, and his Sharingan had capped out at two tomoe. His fire release was decent at best, thanks to limited chakra reserves.
So he'd adapted. If ninjutsu and genjutsu weren't enough, then taijutsu would fill the gap.
The Uchiha weren't known for taijutsu specialists? So what. He found someone who was. The Hyūga wouldn't teach him? Fine, then he'd learn from minor clans, or even civilians. Face was worthless if you were dead.
That was how Sakumo Hatake, "White Fang of Konoha," gained an Uchiha disciple. And how the Uchiha gained their very own "Flame Claw" swordsman.
Every drop of sweat he'd shed had paid off.
Kira knew the sight of Konoha at four in the morning. Not once—many times.
He'd lived eighteen years like Rock Lee. Now, at last, it was time to taste the sweetness of a cheat system.
He glanced at the glowing option on his interface:
[Stage Task 1: Add +1 clan member. Reward: Sharingan enhancement.]
That "clan member" turned out to be himself. The system's logic was laughable, but as long as it worked in his favor, he wasn't complaining.
[Stage Task 1 complete. Reward granted.]
His eyes burned. His vision exploded with light as his Sharingan spun furiously, red tomoe whirling faster and faster until—click—three tomoe solidified in each eye.
The surge of power was intoxicating. Kira's lips curled. One hand covering his face, he couldn't hold back the laugh bubbling up.
"Ha… ha… hahahahaha! Kyeh-heh-heh-heh!"
The laugh of a true Uchiha.
He threw back his head and let the madness out.
And in that moment, Uchiha Kira danced.
He soared.
He stood above the world.