The system window appeared before me with a soft chime, and the new template finally stopped spinning.
[New Template Acquired: Obito Uchiha]Progress: 0%
I stared at it in silence for a moment.
"…Really? Obito?"
Of all the beings across infinite worlds—gods, devils, primordial entities, ancient sorcerers—I somehow got the traumatized ninja who spent half his life stuck under a boulder.
But then the rest of the panel appeared.
Potential Subordinates Unlocked at Completion:
• Akatsuki (Full Organization)• Orochimaru + his experiments and minions• Sasuke Uchiha• Team Taka• White Zetsu army• Black Zetsu
My jaw actually dropped.
"Okay… maybe this is way better than I thought."
I didn't care about Obito's teenage angst era. I cared about:
• Kamui (intangibility + dimension travel)• Sharingan → Mangekyō → Rinnegan potential• A whole army of S-class psychopaths• Zetsu creation = infinite biological soldiers
The problem?
My progress was literally zero.
Not even one percent.
I sighed.
"Of course the shinobi template requires me to train my actual body. Why can't I just read a scroll and instantly master taijutsu?" I muttered to myself.
Tom Riddle, who was standing nearby organizing spellbooks I had taken from Earth, briefly glanced up.
"My lady, you look… frustrated."
"I just got a ninja template," I said dramatically. "Which means I actually have to exercise to progress it. Physical martial arts. Chakra control. Taijutsu. Hand-to-hand combat. Running. Jumping. Sweating." I shuddered. "It's barbaric."
Tom blinked, clearly trying not to smile.
"Well… you did want more power."
I groaned. "I wanted demonic power, godlike power, magical power—not cardio."
But deep down, I knew the truth:
Once I completed Obito's template, I would be unstoppable.
Kamui alone would make me almost untouchable.And the Sharingan? With my mind, my magical talent, and my divine bloodline, I could probably evolve it beyond anything the Naruto world ever produced.
Plus…
An army. A real army.
The Akatsuki. Orochimaru's experiments. Sasuke. Team Taka. Zetsu. Even Black Zetsu—the thousand-year manipulator.
A slow smile spread across my face.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
Even if the template was at 0%, I wasn't intimidated. I had mastered magic from multiple worlds. I had Sauron's memories, Merlin's talents, Voldemort's ruthlessness, and the divine blood of Odin.
A little ninja training was nothing.
"System," I commanded, raising my hand,"show me the progression requirements for Obito's template."
The screen shifted:
Obito Template Progress Requirements (Early Stage):
• Learn chakra control basics (0% → 5%)• Awaken Sharingan (requires intense training or life-threatening pressure)• Learn taijutsu fundamentals• Complete a shinobi-style mission• Enhance physical conditioning• Train reaction speed and perception• Form a chakra network in a divine body
I exhaled slowly.
"…Okay, that actually sounds doable."
Annoying, yes. But doable.
Besides—I had a private dimension the size of a continent. Training space was not a problem.
I cracked my neck, summoning Merlin's staff into my hand.
"Tom, I'm going into my realm to begin training."
He bowed. "Shall I prepare potions and recovery elixirs?"
"Yes. I expect this will be… physically unpleasant."
He smirked. "I look forward to watching."
"Sadist."
I opened a portal to my continent-sized realm—lush, empty, vast.
As I stepped through, I clenched my fists.
"I've mastered magic from gods and monsters. I've forged rings of power. I've killed witches, stolen the Darkhold, and created a growing empire."
My silver hair fluttered in the wind of my own dimensional realm.
"And now…" I took a deep breath, lightning crackling around me from elemental mastery."It's time to learn how to punch things."
The realm echoed with a thunderclap as I began my shinobi training.
Obito's path had begun.