Year 20 of Konoha
Deep within a dense forest, a group of people had come to a halt, gasping for breath as they took a brief rest. Judging by their condition, a brutal battle had just ended not long ago.
Senju Tobirama swept his gaze across his disciples. Every one of them looked miserable—clothes torn and tattered, several already wounded and bleeding.
I was clever my whole life, yet foolish this once…
To think he'd been ambushed at the negotiating table right after the Great Ninja War had ended.
And that damn Raikage—how incompetent do you have to be to let a coup brew right under your nose? Your own subordinates rebelled and you knew nothing?
No matter how hard it was to manage subordinates, could they possibly be worse than the Uchiha, that clan of hereditary lunatics? And yet hadn't he still beaten the Uchiha into submission?
A bunch of savage brutes. No brains at all.
But cursing the Raikage was pointless now. After all, the man himself had already been killed by those two traitors, the Gold and Silver Brothers.
Tobirama sensed the chakra left in his body—just over half remained. With the Flying Thunder God Technique, returning to the village alone would be no problem.
The problem was the dead weight behind him.
Given the situation, it was time to make a decision.
Tobirama closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
Save himself… or save his disciples?
"In our current situation, if we want to break away, someone has to lure away the elite forces of Gold and Silver," he said solemnly.
"But the outcome for that person—"
He didn't finish the sentence. There was no need.
Death was the only possible end.
Silence followed. No one spoke. No one wanted to volunteer for a suicide mission.
After a few seconds, a resolute voice broke the quiet.
"I'll go."
Sarutobi Hiruzen stepped forward.
Tobirama looked at him. Beneath his stern expression, a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
Nearby, Shimura Danzo stiffened, as if struck by lightning. His moment of hesitation had already revealed the gap between himself and Hiruzen.
"I am Hokage," Tobirama said firmly. "If someone must be the bait, it will be me. You are all the young inheritors of the Will of Fire—the ones who will protect the village in the future."
The words hit like a stone thrown into a still lake.
Everyone immediately protested. Trading the Second Hokage's life for theirs? That would make their lives far too precious.
Especially Danzo. His trembling hands and legs steadied at once as he stepped forward, insisting on taking Tobirama's place.
But there was no time for Danzo's performance.
A few sharp words from Tobirama shut him down instantly. Then Tobirama turned to Hiruzen.
"Monkey… protect those who admire the village and place their trust in you. Nurture them, and turn them into people worthy of entrusting the next era to."
"Starting tomorrow, you are the Hokage."
"Monkey… Konoha is in your hands."
At the same time, in Konoha.
Uchiha District
Inside a room, a young boy sat with his hands clasped together, murmuring nonstop.
"Buddha… Guanyin… Jade Emperor… Jesus…"
"Please show a miracle this time. Let me pull gold—just once."
"Today's an auspicious day. The Second Hokage is negotiating with the Raikage. If nothing unexpected happens, he's definitely dead meat. Drawing the lottery on a day like this—don't tell me you're giving me white again."
Uchiha Nan stared intently at the massive roulette wheel before him, anticipation burning in his eyes.
As a transmigrator, this roulette was his only lifeline in the deadly world of Naruto.
Aside from the beginner's gift—three Mangekyō Sharingan experience vouchers, each lasting one day—everything else depended on the wheel.
One fixed draw every month. Additional chances could be earned by completing tasks issued by the roulette.
The prize pool was a chaotic mess. After more than ten years of trial and error, Nan had categorized the rewards into five tiers:
White, Green, Red, Orange, Gold.
White were everyday items—clothes, shoes, benches, milk, and the like.
Green were ninja tools—kunai, shuriken, explosive tags.
Red represented ninjutsu, ranging from forbidden techniques down to basic Shadow Clones.
Orange signified kekkei genkai—Byakugan, Wood Release, Ice Release, Magnet Release, Lava Release, and more.
Gold contained the pinnacle of the Naruto world—Mangekyō Sharingan, Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, Sage Body, Perfect Sage Mode, even Chakra Fruits.
Sixteen years after transmigrating, Nan had lived his life bouncing endlessly between white and green. Pulling red felt like celebrating the New Year. Orange had appeared only once.
As for gold?
He didn't even dare dream about it.
Ding!
"Welcome, Host. Initiating draw."
Nan pressed the draw button.
A crisp chime rang out. The enormous roulette lit up, the pointer spinning wildly across more than a thousand slots. White occupied most of the wheel, green scattered among them, red appeared like dots, orange was rare, and gold—barely one or two slots, nearly invisible unless you looked closely.
"Gold! Gold!"
"Give me gold already!!!"
Nan's eyes reddened. His three-tomoe Sharingan locked onto the pointer. His fists clenched so tightly his fingers turned pale.
"…Damn it. Green."
"Three explosive tags."
Nan let out a long sigh. As expected—white or green, every time.
Explosive tags were fine, though. They weren't cheap. Selling them for cash wasn't bad either. He tried to console himself.
If he wanted gold, relying on luck was hopeless. Nan had no illusions of being a chosen one. In the end, you had to rely on yourself.
He opened the roulette's task interface.
A single long-term task had been there since the day he officially became a ninja.
Task: Become the Hokage of Konoha
Reward: One guaranteed gold-tier roulette draw
And now—
Now was the best opportunity to complete it.
Born during the era when Senju Tobirama served as Hokage, becoming Hokage through normal means was simply impossible.
Become Tobirama's disciple? Earn his recognition? Be appointed Hokage by him?
Please.
He was an Uchiha.
The clan crest on his clothes. The tomoe in his eyes. Just looking at him was enough to remind Tobirama of that old madman, Uchiha Madara.
That man had been completely unhinged.
Every Uchiha who awakened the Sharingan had issues—every single one of them.
Including Nan himself.
From childhood, all he trained in were killing techniques.
Graduated at six, became a ninja, and immediately went on missions—slashing people with kunai like it was second nature. You don't live like that without developing a few mental problems.
As for those who awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan?
They didn't just snap—they metamorphosed into full-blown lunatics.
If an Uchiha ever became Hokage, who could guarantee that one day a truly insane one wouldn't emerge? All it would take was a sudden "brilliant idea," and Konoha could be dragged straight onto a path of no return.
If someone told Senju Tobirama that the Uchiha were plotting a grand plan to "save the world" and "preserve peace"—by inventing an unprecedented technique that would hang every ninja in the world from a tree and let them dream forever—
Then Tobirama would absolutely take that claim seriously.
And immediately investigate the Uchiha down to the bone.
After all—
The Uchiha really were capable of something like that.
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