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Konoha Village, Year 25 — 9:30 PM
The sun had already dipped below the horizon, yet the massive stone faces of Hokage Rock loomed clearly against the darkening sky.
The streets were quiet, almost empty, though a few faint echoes of life still lingered in the air.
A cool evening breeze drifted through the village, carrying a sense of calm that belied the danger hidden in its shadows.
Uchiha Tatsumi walked alone, the familiar black cloak of the Uchiha Clan fluttering lightly around him.
His pace was steady, his eyes distant, lost in thought.
It had been five years since he had transmigrated into the Naruto World.
His father had died shortly after his arrival, and his mother had passed soon after giving birth. He had begun life here with nothing — no family, no guidance, only the clothes on his back and the scant belongings he could scavenge.
It took months for Tatsumi to accept the harsh truth: this world wasn't forgiving. Survival wasn't guaranteed. Even the weakest villagers seemed to have better luck than someone like him.
Just my luck.
This world wasn't a warm, friendly place. It was full of ninjutsu, rivalries, and war. And the scariest part? Even if he quietly trained in the shadows, trying to reach a respectable level, he could easily look around one day and see Jonin roaming the streets and Kage-level powerhouses walking freely.
How many people could survive long enough to grow strong? Without a protagonist's luck, the odds were grim.
At first, Tatsumi had imagined that being a transmigrator might offer him some advantages — perhaps he could live comfortably, indulge in leisure, and maybe even gain some wealth. But that illusion shattered the moment he realized his surname…
Uchiha.
The weight of the name made him almost want to storm the nearest Uchiha household and strangle Uchiha Fugaku in frustration — though he didn't, of course. Even if he tried, it would have been impossible.
The real kicker came when he remembered his deceased father's name: Uchiha Kagami.
That Uchiha Kagami — a contemporary of the Third Hokage, disciple of the Second. Yet he had died young, barely twenty-five years old.
Tch. Typical.
Everyone from that generation had gone on to be Hokage, elders, or at least powerful figures in the village. His father? Gone before reaching thirty.
And to complicate matters further, Kagami had a famous descendant — Uchiha Shisui.
The age gap made it impossible for Shisui to be his father, and Kagami was recorded as having only one child: Uchiha Tatsumi.
Eliminate the impossible, and the improbable must be true.
Could it be that… Shisui was somehow his son?
The thought alone twisted his mind. In the manga, Shisui was an orphan.
And if fate had followed the same cruel pattern, Tatsumi would meet the same early death as his father.
He sighed. It seemed like misery was a requirement for anyone in this world — if your life was calm and peaceful, you didn't even qualify as a main character.
But he refused to accept it.
Once his body was ready, Tatsumi began training — simple taijutsu, shuriken, and hand seals. Anything to keep himself from becoming a "salted fish."
Even a salted fish had to struggle before drying out.
Thankfully, his father had left a legacy — money earned through countless S-rank missions. Combined with the monthly stipend given to orphans by Konoha, he could live comfortably.
No spoiled milk, no stolen ramen — a small blessing in a harsh world.
Yet, he wasn't a prodigy. Not yet.
He did, however, have one secret advantage: a system.
The system had first activated when he extracted chakra at age four. Since then, it had been silent.
Figures. I'm only ever good enough for a non-protagonist system.
Through trial and error, he discovered one key truth: ninja points increased whenever he trained — taijutsu, shuriken, even study.
And today, finally, the system spoke.
> "Host's points have reached 2000.
System panel unlocked."
Heart racing, Tatsumi sprinted home. He had waited years for this moment.
His modest home, located in a quiet corner of the Uchiha Clan's territory, had been reclaimed by the clan after his parents' deaths. The house was old, but clean — a small haven amidst uncertainty.
"I'm home," he said softly to the portraits of his parents on the wall.
He locked the door, rushed to his bed, and closed his eyes.
"System, are you there? Tell me what ninja points do already! Hurry, system big brother!"
A robotic voice answered in his mind.
> "Free query mode activated.
Host may now access all system functions through thought commands."
A glowing 3D interface appeared before him, visible only to him.
System Status:
Host: Uchiha Tatsumi
Location: Land of Fire, Konohagakure
Age: 5
Overall Strength: Ordinary Student
Attributes:
Chakra – Level 2 (0/1000)
Taijutsu – Level 2 (0/1000)
Shuriken – Level 2 (0/1000)
Hand Seals – Level 2 (0/1000)
Ninjutsu – Level 0 (0/100)
Genjutsu – Level 0 (0/100)
Wind – Level 0 (0/100)
Fire – Level 0 (0/100)
Lightning – Level 0 (0/100)
Water – Level 0 (0/100)
Earth – Level 0 (0/100)
Yin – Level 0 (0/100)
Yang – Level 0 (0/100)
Ninja Points: 0
The panel also displayed reference ranks:
Level 0 – Ordinary Civilian
Level 1 – Novice
Levels 2–4 – Academy Student
Levels 5–7 – Genin
Levels 8–10 – Chunin
Levels 11–13 – Jonin
Levels 14–16 – Kage-Level Ninja
Levels 17–19 – Transcendent Kage
Level 20+ – Theoretical Invincible
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Tatsumi stared at the display, awe mixing with frustration.
Finally, a system he could actually use — but the scale… was smaller than he had imagined.
He took a deep breath.
This was his first real step toward survival in Konoha — toward growing stronger and defying the unlucky fate that had been handed to him.
This is just the beginning.
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✅ Chapter 1 – Complete
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If you like, I can start Chapter 2 next in the exact same Light Novel style, keeping pacing and dialogue smooth for continuity.
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