Uchiha Ren was stunned.
Had he just hallucinated?
No… wait!
[System loading…][Loading complete. Host, long time no see!]
His eyes widened.
No way… it's real?!
That voice—it was the same one he heard before he died!
In his previous life, Uchiha Ren had been an orphan. To survive, he worked as a "property relocation specialist"—in other words, a thief.
He was diligent, professional, and very selective. He only targeted the rich.
The wealthy folks he "worked" for hated him to the core, but none ever knew who he was. His cautious nature and refusal to get greedy meant he left no trace behind.
Until one day…
He set his sights on a mansion. Smooth operation—he got in, did his job, and was just about to slip out the door when…
He saw her.
A female police officer, climbing the stairs.
Their eyes met.
Every criminal's nightmare: unplanned eye contact with the law.
He panicked.
The policewoman hadn't been suspicious of him—until that moment. Now she was alert and reaching for her ID.
Ren wasn't worried about being searched himself, but the stuff in his bag? Absolutely not.
So he ran.
She chased.
As soon as he shot out of the alley, a massive semi-truck barreled down the street toward him. The driver slammed on the brakes, but—
The steel coil it was carrying broke loose, rolled forward… and crushed him flat on the spot.
No time for pain. No scream. Just—splat.
You could say Ren passed peacefully.
Not a trace of emotion on his face.
That was when he heard it—the system's voice.It asked him:
Do you want a chance to live a different kind of life?
He didn't hesitate.
Who wants to die when you can keep living?
Next thing he knew, he was being born again—literally squeezed out of someone's womb.
He'd been reborn.
But strangely, after his rebirth, the system disappeared. There was no trace of it left in his mind. The only thing he had was a rusty sword.
He assumed maybe the system was the sword.
But still…
"Tongzi," he muttered to the system, "you said I'd get a different life… but did you have to change the entire world while you were at it?"
His last world had tormented him endlessly, and yet—he still missed it.
If he'd known he'd be thrown into a place like this, he might've signed up for a few life insurance policies and listed his friends as beneficiaries. At least then someone would remember him.
The system chimed in cheerfully:
[Host, your body was mashed like a meatball. There wasn't a bone left to revive. Resurrection would've taken too much energy. So I recycled your soul instead—energy-efficient and environmentally friendly!]
Ren: "…"
Wow. Being 'eco-friendly' can really mean anything nowadays.
Suppressing a dozen questions, he calmed himself and asked:
"Fine, forget that. Tongzi, can I at least have a pair of non-cursed Sharingan this time?"
That was his biggest concern. He didn't want to turn into a cursed lunatic like the typical Uchiha—obsessive, paranoid, emotionally unstable.
But now that the system was back, surely it could hook him up with some cheat-level Sharingan… minus the insanity.
To his surprise, the system responded with visible disdain:
[You're thinking too small.][Host, your dreams are microscopic.]
Ren blinked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
[You're a man of the flower-growing nation. Why are you asking for this basic-level stuff?][Hold on, I left the factory in a rush and forgot to grab Pangu's blood.]
"…Pangu?" Ren's brain short-circuited. "As in, the Pangu? The one who created the world?"
[Yeah, that guy. Don't worry—I'll go find a wild one, draw a couple tubes of his blood, and then you'll shoot straight into the heavens!]
Ren was overwhelmed.
Damn, is the system really this good to me? It's gonna pick a fight with the God of Creation… for me?!
Pangu—the legendary being who split heaven and earth with an axe, wiped out 3,000 demons without blinking, and whose soul split into three saints when he died.
His blood alone had become the source of the terrifying Wu Tribe, who fought gods and ruled the earth.
Now Tongzi was saying it would go collect his blood?
After a long pause, Ren quickly tried to stop it:
"Wait—Tongzi, don't! Let's take it slow. With you helping me, I'm sure I'll rise on my own soon enough!"
The system seemed touched by his concern.
[Host, don't worry. I've been trained! I graduated top ten from the system academy!]
Ren frowned.
"Still… it's Pangu we're talking about."
It was like an ant trying to bite through a dragon's scale.
The system reassured him with smug confidence:
[We're not stupid. We don't go solo against Pangu. If we find a trace of one, we call up all our buddies and gang up on him. Group fight. No 1v1s.]
"Huh?!" Ren blinked. "You're serious?"
[Of course! Anyway, just wait for good news!]
[Later, Host! Byeee~!]
With a soft biu, the system turned into a ball of light—visible only to him—and disappeared into thin air.
Leaving Ren alone at his desk, utterly speechless.
He stared at nothing, dumbfounded.
Did that really happen?
He dove into his mindscape.
Still only the rusted sword sat there. The system was gone.
Just that sword again… old, dull, broken-looking. Something that looked like it would snap in half if you tapped it too hard.
Wait… if the system's back, do I even need to keep grinding experience to unseal this sword?
This wasn't any normal sword. It might look like junk now, but once unsealed, it had the power to split mountains and shatter peaks with a flick of the wrist.
At first, he thought it was the system.
But later he found out its name—
Tessaiga.
Yeah. That Tessaiga.
The one left behind by Inuyasha's father.
The same demon-slaying blade that Sesshomaru chased after in the early episodes but eventually gave up on after learning it suppressed Inuyasha's demon blood.
Somehow, the sword had traveled into this world with him. It no longer ran on demonic energy—it needed chakra now.
And to fully unlock it, he had to keep practicing swordsmanship.Every swing, every ounce of training—converted into energy to break the seal.
So far?Only 7% unlocked.
Realizing this, he suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Crap! I forgot to ask the most important thing!"
Where did the sword even come from?
Was it a starter gift from the system?
Or did he somehow get two plug-ins by accident?
He'd been so stunned that he forgot to ask the most basic question!
Sighing helplessly, he shook his head.
"Whatever. I'll ask next time."
He put the thoughts aside and tuned back into the classroom.
The lesson had already ended.
Uzumaki Kushina got up quickly, hurrying to leave. God knew how long she'd been holding in the urge to pee.
But before she even reached the door, a group of kids blocked her way.
"Hey! What's up with your hair? It's freaky!"
"Tomato girl, tell us what happened so we can avoid turning into weirdos like you!"
"You should just drop out. Sharing a classroom with you makes us uncomfortable."
"Yeah, go away! No one wants a weirdo here!"
The classroom echoed with snickers and mocking voices.
None of them knew anything about the Uzumaki Clan's real history.All they knew was from their textbooks—the clan had been destroyed.
And as far as they were concerned, Kushina was just a defeated foreigner, a "princess" from a fallen land.
Bullies live for that kind of target.
It didn't matter if she was a princess—she was still a foreign princess, and that made her easy prey.
Kushina trembled with fury. Her big eyes welled with angry tears.
Ren glanced over, then turned to Minato with a teasing smile.
"So… aren't you going to save her? Hero saves the damsel in distress—it's cliché, sure, but still works."
Minato looked over at Kushina… then smiled and shook his head.
"She's strong."
Ren gave him a blank stare.
Was this guy serious?
He was just going to stand there and let her handle it?
That wasn't being "chivalrous." That was being dense.
How did this guy end up becoming a legendary ladies' man in the future?!