Konoha Year 20.
Deep within a dense forest, a group of shinobi collapsed into a brief, desperate rest. Their breathing was ragged, bodies slumped where they stood. The aftermath of battle clung to them—torn clothing, blood-streaked skin, and exhaustion etched into every face.
Tobirama Senju swept his gaze across his students.
They looked miserable.
Uniforms in tatters. Several injured. All of them pushed to the brink.
A lifetime of brilliance—undone by a single moment of carelessness.
To think… he had been ambushed at a negotiation table, right after the end of the war.
The lines on Tobirama's face tightened.
And that damned Raikage—how incompetent did a leader have to be? A coup brewing right under his nose, and he noticed nothing?
Managing subordinates was difficult, yes—but could it really be worse than handling the Uchiha?
He had kept that clan firmly under control.
Yet Kumogakure couldn't even restrain its own.
Savages. No discipline. No foresight.
But cursing the Raikage now was meaningless.
The man was already dead—cut down by those two traitors, Kinkaku and Ginkaku.
Tobirama closed his eyes briefly, sensing the chakra within his body.
More than half remained.
With the Flying Thunder God Technique, returning to the village alone would be no issue.
But he wasn't alone.
He had students.
A burden—and a responsibility.
His gaze sharpened as he made his decision.
"This situation leaves us only one option," Tobirama said calmly."Someone has to draw Kinkaku and Ginkaku's forces away… so the rest can escape."
He paused.
The unspoken conclusion hung heavily in the air.
A death sentence.
No one spoke.
No one volunteered.
Because everyone understood.
Whoever stepped forward… would not return.
A few seconds later, a voice broke the stillness.
"I'll go."
Sarutobi Hiruzen stepped forward, his tone steady despite the weight behind it.
Tobirama looked at him.
Beneath his stern expression, the faintest trace of approval flickered.
Behind them, Shimura Danzo stiffened.
That moment of hesitation—just a heartbeat—had already drawn a clear line between him and Hiruzen.
Tobirama spoke before anyone else could act.
"I am Hokage."
His voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"If anyone is to serve as the decoy, it will be me."
A shockwave of protest erupted instantly.
"No!"
"That's impossible!"
"You can't—!"
Their lives… in exchange for his?
The weight of that was unbearable.
Danzo, who moments ago had hesitated, now stepped forward urgently, his voice rising.
"I'll do it! Let me go instead—!"
But Tobirama silenced him with a single, sharp rebuke.
There was no time for theatrics.
His gaze shifted back to Hiruzen.
"Monkey… protect those who place their hopes in the village. Nurture them."
His voice softened, just slightly.
"Raise them into those who can carry the next era."
A brief pause.
Then—
"From tomorrow onward… you are the Hokage."
The forest went quiet.
"Monkey… Konoha is in your hands."
—
Konoha.
Uchiha Clan Compound.
Inside a quiet room, a young boy sat cross-legged, hands pressed together in prayer, lips moving rapidly.
"Spirits… Sage of Six Paths… any god out there…"
"Time to show some miracles."
"Just one gold pull. That's all I'm asking."
Uchiha Ren stared intensely at the massive roulette wheel floating before him.
"Today's a big day," he muttered. "Second Hokage Tobirama is out negotiating with the Raikage… which means—if nothing goes wrong—he's already dead."
He grinned.
"On such a festive occasion, don't give me another white."
As a transmigrator, this roulette system was his lifeline in the deadly world of shinobi.
At the start, he had received a beginner's gift pack—three Mangekyō Sharingan experience cards, each usable for a single day.
Beyond that, everything depended on the wheel.
One guaranteed draw per month.
Additional draws from completing assigned tasks.
Over sixteen years, he had mapped out its rules.
The rewards were divided into five tiers:
White. Green. Red. Orange. Gold.
White: mundane items—clothes, shoes, stools, milk.
Green: standard ninja tools—kunai, shuriken, explosive tags.
Red: ninjutsu—everything from basic Shadow Clone Technique to forbidden techniques.
Orange: kekkei genkai—Byakugan, Wood Release, Ice Release, Magnet Release, Lava Release.
Gold…
The pinnacle.
Mangekyō Sharingan. Eternal Mangekyō. Sage Body. Perfect Sage Mode. Chakra Fruit.
The kind of rewards that could overturn the world.
And yet—
Sixteen years.
He had lived in white and green.
A red pull felt like a festival.
Orange? Once.
Gold?
A fantasy he didn't dare indulge.
"Ding—welcome, host. Begin your draw."
The roulette wheel lit up.
Thousands of slots spun into motion.
White dominated the board.
Green scattered among them.
Red flickered like distant sparks.
Orange—rare, almost invisible.
Gold—
One.
Maybe two slots.
So small they were easy to miss entirely.
"Gold… gold… gold!"
Crimson light flared in Ren's eyes as the three-tomoe Sharingan spun to life.Tracking the needle with absolute focus. His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white.
"Give me gold!!!"
The wheel slowed.
Stopped.
"...Of course."
Green.
"Three explosive tags."
Ren exhaled sharply, shoulders dropping.
Of course.
White or green. That was his reality.
Still…
Explosive tags weren't useless.
They sold well.
Money was always good.
He sighed, forcing himself to accept it.
Luck was never something he relied on.
Relying on a chance to reach the gold tier?
Impossible.
If he wanted that…
He had to earn it.
Ren opened the task panel.
A single long-term mission glowed at the top.
Mission: Become the Hokage of Konoha
Reward: One guaranteed Gold-tier draw
His eyes sharpened.
Now…
This was the moment.
Born during Tobirama's reign, becoming Hokage through normal means was a joke.
Become Tobirama's disciple?
Gain his approval?
Be appointed successor?
He let out a dry laugh.
He was Uchiha.
The clan emblem on his back.
The Sharingan in his eyes.
To Tobirama, that alone was enough to trigger memories of Uchiha Madara.
And Madara…
Was insane.
Every Uchiha who awakened the Sharingan carried some degree of instability.
Including himself.
From childhood, he had trained to kill.
Graduated at six.
Took missions.
Held a kunai and cut people down without hesitation.
How could that not leave a mark?
And those who awakened the Mangekyō?
They didn't just change.
They broke through the cocoon—
And became something far more dangerous.
If an Uchiha ever became Hokage…
Who could guarantee they wouldn't one day lose control?
All it would take—
One moment.
One "brilliant" idea.
And Konoha could be dragged into ruin.
If someone told Tobirama:
That the Uchiha were secretly planning a grand scheme…
To bring eternal peace to the shinobi world…
By creating a technique that would hang every shinobi on trees and trap them in endless dreams—
Tobirama would not dismiss it.
He would investigate immediately.
Because the Uchiha…
Were absolutely capable of something like that.
And that was precisely the problem.
Ren slowly exhaled.
Normal paths were closed.
Then there was only one option left.
Take it.
Seize it.
And rewrite the rules of the game—
Before anyone realized what he was really building.
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