"Your injuries aren't deep. There's no chance of permanent disability. You can rest for three days before reporting again."
Hearing my condition from the medical-nin, I sighed in relief and gave a small nod to acknowledge his words and appreciate his work."Thanks."
He simply nodded back before moving on to the next patient. It wasn't surprising, he was busy and had far too many injured to tend to.
This was wartime, after all. And even if he did have time, it's not like he'd be interested in chatting with an Uchiha.
I sighed again, this time at my social status, before looking down at my fully bandaged left hand. It was sheer luck that I'd come back alive. Otherwise, my journey as a shinobi would have ended before I even reached the Uchiha genocide.
Being this close to death made me realise just how much time had passed. I think it's already been twelve years since I reincarnated into this world.
I still remember how I used to dream about creating the biggest harem and saving the world from the Ōtsutsuki, like some overpowered protagonist of a fanfiction. But all that naïveté had slowly vanished as time went on.
I didn't get any system or cheat. And the era I was thrown into? The Third Shinobi World War, where the survival rate was so low that villages were forced to graduate children younger than ten just to use them as cannon fodder.
And on top of that, I was born an Uchiha, a clan handed the universal villain status of this world.
I mean, Konoha wants to kill the Uchiha. Other villages want to kill the Uchiha. Even the Uchiha want to kill the Uchiha. In fact, the last group actually succeeded, along with the first.
At least Itachi is still a child. Maybe I should visit him after the war and brainwash him with the idea that family is bigger than the village.
It Shouldn't be that difficult. After all, despite being masters of genjutsu, the Uchiha are far more famous for being brainwashed than for brainwashing others.
Considering how Zetsu fooled Madara, the he fooled Obito, Sarutobi fooled Shisui and Itachi, and Tobirama fooled Kagami....Yeah, it doesn't seem far-fetched at all.
I should also—
DING
Congratulations for surviving 4,481 days and fulfilling the hidden condition for unlocking the system.
System unlocked.
Choosing random system functions.
Gacha System chosen.
Adjusting parameters…
Process complete.
"..."
Matte!!!
Chotto matte!!!
What the hell happened just now?
I immediately looked around to see if anyone else had heard it, but no one showed any reaction. The medical-nin were still checking patients, and the injured were quietly resting.
Still wary that this might be some kind of genjutsu, I immediately tried to break out of the illusion.
After all, this could be a life-or-death situation.
Genjutsu Release.
No effect.
Everyone remained exactly the same as before.
Then does that mean the holographic screen I'm seeing is actually invisible to others?
…Fuck.
What was that saying again? God's mills grind slow, but fine.
Hah. Hahah.
Suckers, this is my destiny. I knew I was born for greatness.
Already drowning in sweat dreams, I forced myself to control my grin before someone labelled me as mentally ill.
Let's see the functions.
Hmm. It's a gacha system, just like it said. I get one point every day, and I can spend three points to draw a card. The card can contain a completely random item, it could be a template, a summon, weapons, divinity, consumables… anything.
Anything I can think of or can't.
It's a pity there's no option to exchange money for points. Otherwise, I'd have spent my entire wealth already.
At least I don't have to wait three days for my first pull, I've been given a free card.
Let's see what it contains.
Please be something useful.
…Maybe a template.
Gojo or Aizen would've been perfect.
(Package: Roronoa Zoro)
…A package?
The moment the thought crossed my mind, the information flowed directly into my head.
A package contained multiple items or abilities closely related to the card itself. In this case, I'd received Zoro's template, along with his three swords.
What can I say?
It wasn't a bad deal.
At the very least, I no longer had to worry about whether I'd ever reach Kage-level combat power.
Sure, I wouldn't have the sheer versatility that most Kage-class shinobi possessed, no wide-area ninjutsu or complex sealing techniques.
But in terms of raw physicality?
My durability and attack power would surpass the majority of them.
And considering how most shinobi prioritise offence over defence…
One clean hit might be all it takes to kill most of them.
And then there was Observation Haki. With that, I could function as a sensory ninja as well.
The only uncertainty was which version of Zoro this template was based on.
Was it before the training arc… or after?
I really hoped it was the latter.
No, the later, the better.
Every step forward in Zoro's journey meant sharper instincts, greater control, deadlier techniques. Better Haki, superior swordsmanship, and a body tempered through battles that most shinobi would never survive.
At least now I didn't have to worry about getting my throat sliced by Itachi anymore. With some proper planning, I could probably survive the Uchiha genocide as well.
In fact, I could finally afford to think beyond mere survival.
Now… I could start planning for the real problems.
Zetsu. Kaguya. Isshiki. And the other hidden players quietly moving the pieces behind the board.
This world wasn't ruled by villages or kage.
It was ruled by monsters in the shadows.
And for the first time since my reincarnation I finally had the right to sit at the table.
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Zoro rank in Narutoverse