After listening to the system's explanation, Uchiha Ryōsuke finally understood one thing:
Not only could the system design training routines for him—it could also train automatically.
That alone was insane.
In the shinobi world, both talent and effort were essential. Even a genius amounted to nothing without putting in the work. Naruto and Might Guy weren't "traditional geniuses," yet Naruto had a bizarre gift for creating thousands of variations of a jutsu, and Guy possessed a superhuman tolerance for pain and training.
Those were talents too—just not the usual kind.
But now, this system let him bypass talent and skip the grind entirely. It was impossible not to get excited.
He opened his personal system panel.
Host: Uchiha Ryōsuke
Strength: 30 — Turtle-speed training
Speed: 30 — Turtle-speed training
Mental Power: 40 — Turtle-speed training
Constitution: 20 — Turtle-speed training
Chakra: 0.5 Kakashi — Turtle-speed training
Sharingan: One-tomoe — Turtle-speed training
Three Basic Techniques:Turtle-speed training
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique:Turtle-speed training
Evaluation:Average Chūnin level
Ryōsuke's good mood instantly collapsed.
Turtle-speed.
Everywhere.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant—his training speed was painfully slow. His talent must be absolute garbage if every single stat was stuck at that pace. If he had fifty or sixty years, maybe he could become truly formidable.
But he didn't have decades.
He had three years until the Uchiha massacre.
And at this rate, even becoming a jōnin before then wasn't guaranteed.
He stared at the mediocre status panel and sighed.
His strength and speed were average.
His mental power was decent—likely an Uchiha trait.
But the "0.5 Kakashi" chakra amount made no sense.
He asked mentally:
"System, what exactly does 0.5 Kakashi mean?"
The system responded calmly:
"The original world's Hatake Kakashi is used as a chakra unit for easier understanding."
Ryōsuke froze.
He remembered clearly: Kakashi's Sharingan couldn't be turned off, constantly draining chakra. That was why his reserves looked small—even though his natural chakra pool wasn't actually that low. The Sharingan simply consumed it nonstop.
He asked again:
"Is one 'Kakashi' based on weak-Kakashi or normal-Kakashi?"
The system understood immediately.
"Weak-Kakashi."
Ryōsuke's expression darkened.
Weak!?
He was an Uchiha—how could his chakra be this pathetic? Even if the Uchiha weren't equal to the Senju when it came to chakra reserves, this was humiliating.
He only knew one jutsu: Great Fireball.
He didn't even know basic genjutsu.
How could he possibly save the Uchiha Clan like this?
Surviving outside the village would be difficult enough. This world was full of wandering samurai, rogue ninjas, missing-nin, and dangerous beasts. Even with the Sharingan, he could easily die.
He asked again, frustrated:
"How do I increase my training speed?"
"The host must discover that on his own," the system replied.
On his own?
Ryōsuke felt a headache coming on.
No hints at all.
He was still stressing over how to improve himself when—
A sweet, pleasant voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Transmigrator detected. 'Blessed-With-Many-Children' System binding in progress."
"Binding complete."
Ryōsuke froze completely.
Another system.
He had just gotten another system.
He must have saved the entire galaxy in his past life to receive two systems at once.
The first one was questionable… but this new one felt very promising.
He asked cautiously:
"System… introduce yourself?"
The sweet feminine voice chimed:
"This is the Blessed-With-Many-Children System. Producing offspring grants the host system reward chests."
"Chest types: Normal, Exquisite, Rare, and Grand."
"The stronger the partner, the rarer the chest."
"The host's first child will automatically grant a Rare Chest as a beginner gift."
"Grand Chests may contain S-rank jutsu, S-rank weapons, S-rank physiques, one ton of chakra, Mangekyō Sharingan, or even Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan."
Ryōsuke nearly stopped breathing.
This system was far more reliable than the auto-training one.
All he had to do was have children—and he'd receive rewards. Amazing rewards.
But…
"One ton of chakra?"
He asked again:
"What does one ton of chakra equal?"
"100 Kakashi units," the system replied sweetly.
Ryōsuke stood frozen.
100 Kakashi!?
In the original story, Naruto—with the Nine-Tails—was roughly that level above a typical jōnin. If Ryōsuke obtained that amount himself, he'd basically be a human-tailed-beast.
A human-tailed-beast with Uchiha blood.
If he could also obtain Mangekyō or Eternal Mangekyō… dealing with Itachi and Obito might not be impossible at all.
And once the fight grew loud enough to alert the entire village, the other clans wouldn't stay silent. Konoha wasn't a monolith—the Uchiha massacre wouldn't be a private affair if it erupted into a full-scale conflict.
He might actually survive the massacre night.
This system… was far more useful.
Right now, the most urgent task was simple:
Produce offspring.
He was an Uchiha—finding a woman wouldn't be difficult.
And if he couldn't find a suitable one… there was always Konoha's red-light district.
Though unless absolutely necessary, he'd rather not go that far.
He still had three years before the massacre.
Plenty of time to make things happen.
Feeling relieved, he decided not to worry for now.
Since he had arrived in this world, he should at least look around properly.
Walking outside, he saw Uchiha villagers selling goods—clothes, accessories, snacks. Many items bore the Uchiha fan emblem.
This must be the commercial street formed after the clan's relocation.
Ryōsuke wandered with interest.
The street wasn't busy, but daily necessities were all available.
Most vendors were civilians, not shinobi.
He exhaled heavily.
Even Uchiha civilians were being pushed aside by Konoha.
What an unpleasant village.
Anger flared again, twisting his expression for a moment.
He stepped out of the clan district, trying to calm himself.
Was it an Uchiha trait to get angry easily?
Probably.
Whatever.
He reached a dirt path outside the village.
The wilderness stretched ahead.
Just as he was settling his emotions—
Two figures appeared, walking toward him.