Chapter 1: Karatachi Makoto
"Makoto-sama, does it feel good?"
A sultry voice whispered beside his ear, with warm breath brushing lightly against his skin.
Karatachi Makoto tilted his head slightly. The beauty at his side immediately lifted a cup filled with clear, fragrant liquor and carefully brought it to his lips.
He took a light sip.
A line of fiery yet mellow alcohol slid down his throat, spreading warmth through his body.
After he swallowed, another jade-like hand gently lifted his chin. Soft red lips delivered a chilled grape into his mouth.
"Over here too, Makoto-sama."
"Alright, alright. I'll reward you properly later."
The scent of wine mingled with the fragrance of cosmetics, saturating the air.
Karatachi Makoto reclined amidst warmth and softness, his face full of contentment.
Good wine.
Good life!
This was how a transmigrator ought to live.
What kind of nonsense is this, fighting and killing all day as a Ninja?
This was the Naruto World.
And the timing couldn't have been more perfect—or worse.
The Third Great Ninja War was in full swing.
The entire shinobi world was in upheaval. Heroes and monsters alike were stepping onto the stage. Great nations and small nations clashed without restraint. The world had descended into utter chaos.
Unbelievable, seriously unbelievable!
Fortunately, Makoto had connections. He had backing.
Not only was he a direct descendant of the Karatachi Clan, but he was also the cousin of the future Fourth Mizukage, Karatachi Yagura.
That identity alone had spared Karatachi Makoto from being sent to the battlefield and even secured him a squad leader position within the Police Force.
Life was exceedingly comfortable.
"Makoto-sama, you're scheduled for duty at the Police Force this afternoon."
A servant approached carefully and reported in a low voice.
Makoto lazily raised his eyes and casually gave the beauty beside him a squeeze at her waist, earning a soft yelp.
"Duty? What duty?"
"These outsiders haven't been thoroughly investigated yet. Matters concerning village security are serious business. And you want me to go sit in an office and drink tea to pass the time?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "thoroughly investigated," drawing a wave of coquettish laughter from the women around him.
"If anyone comes asking, tell them I'm carrying out an important mission and can't leave. If there are assignments, let someone else handle them."
"Yes!"
The servant respectfully withdrew, clearly accustomed to this behavior.
Let alone skipping duty—even if Karatachi Makoto started getting intimate right in front of him, he probably wouldn't bat an eye.
Who in Kirigakure didn't know that Karatachi Makoto of the Karatachi Clan spent his days idling around? His greatest skills were eating, drinking, and enjoying himself, using the name of the Police Force to swagger through the village and "discipline" unruly civilians and small clan shinobi.
Makoto lay back down on the soft couch, enjoying the beauties' service.
In times of chaos, survival meant keeping a low profile.
Especially in Kirigakure, soon to become the infamous "Village of the Bloody Mist."
Makoto knew very well what the village's future would look like.
If nothing else, that old bastard Madara was probably already scheming in the shadows, laying the groundwork for Uchiha Obito.
The seeds of the Bloody Mist had already begun to sprout several years ago. Whether the Third Mizukage had become Madara's puppet, Makoto couldn't say for sure, but if his cousin succeeded in becoming Mizukage, he would almost certainly be manipulated, reduced to nothing more than a puppet.
Kirigakure would fully enter the era of the Bloody Mist.
'What?'
'You want me to stop all that?'
'Buddy, I'm Karatachi Makoto, not Uzumaki Makoto, and definitely not some Karatachi Naruto.'
'In a world where the closer you are to the Sage of Six Paths, the more broken you are, you expect someone like me to go fight the final boss?'
'Even if I'm a transmigrator and have a small cheat called the "Hand of God," that's nowhere near enough.'
As far as saving the world goes, Makoto had zero interest.
His greatest ambition in this life was simple: eat well, drink well, sleep well, and live beautifully until the end.
A model student of the three virtues!
For that goal, Makoto did not hesitate to "tarnish" his own reputation, immersing himself in gentle company day after day, enduring the harsh trials of worldly temptation…
Just as he was pondering whether to keep the voluptuous beauty beside him for the night, or the woman with the unparalleled massage techniques—
The servant who had just left suddenly rushed back in.
"Makoto-sama, this is bad!"
Makoto frowned and grabbed a grape, tossing it at him.
"What are you yelling for? I'm perfectly fine. Even if the sky falls, my cousin will hold it up. What's there to panic about?"
"Your cousin n-no… It's Yagura-sama! Yagura-sama has personally arrived. He's already at the gate!"
"What?!"
"Makoto, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself."
Before Makoto could respond, a short figure carrying an enormous hooked staff had already walked in.
Damn it!
"Cousin, weren't you supposed to head to the front lines? Why are you here?"
Makoto scrambled to his feet. "I was just about to report to the Police Force."
"You don't stand duty. You don't patrol. And you're going to report work?"
Yagura looked at him with open disdain.
You clearly awakened the only Kekkei Genkai the Karatachi Clan has produced in centuries, possessing the clan's strongest talent in generations. So why are you such hopeless, unmotivated trash?
"With that attitude, I really don't know what the one from the Terumi Clan sees in you. Idling around all day—sooner or later, you'll die in a woman's bed."
"Can't help it if I'm just that charming…"
Makoto muttered, then protested loudly.
"And I'm not slacking off! I'm investigating potential security threats for the village. Those people with unclear identities need to be thoroughly examined."
"Enough."
Yagura clearly wasn't buying it.
"Pack your things. You're coming to the front lines with me tomorrow."
"What? The front lines?!"
The smile on Makoto's face froze instantly.
"Cousin, you're joking, right? That kind of place—fighting and killing—is not suitable for a civilized person like me!"
Yagura snorted, clearly seeing through him.
"This is an order, not a discussion. Be ready. Assemble at the West Harbor tomorrow morning."
"But, Cousin, I belong to the Police Force. My duty is to protect the village. Why don't I stay and guard the rear for you?"
"Besides, there are only a few of us left in this generation of the clan. I haven't even married or had children yet. What if something happens to me?"
"Shut up."
Yagura looked at him in disappointment.
His gaze swept across the room, taking in the trembling, scantily dressed maids around Makoto. The more he looked, the angrier he became.
Among Kirigakure's great clans, the Hōzuki Clan had produced an unparalleled genius said to be beloved by the Ninja Swords—a prodigy of blade techniques unseen in a century.
The Yuki Clan had elite shinobi emerging one after another.
The Kaguya Clan had even given birth to someone born with the Shikotsumyaku (Macabre Bone Pulse).
And the Karatachi Clan?
Their so-called genius spent his days eating and drinking.
"You possess such talent, yet you waste away in places like this without ambition. The Karatachi Clan's reputation is being dragged through the mud by you!"
"This mission is a reinforcement operation. With your ability, there's virtually no danger. It's the perfect chance for you to earn some merit. You're already eighteen or nineteen with no achievements to your name, yet you still want to marry that Terumi Clan genius? What, are you planning to marry into her family?"
"Marry into her family?"
Makoto's eyes lit up.
"That actually doesn't sound too bad, ah! Don't hit my face!"
End of Chapter