"Shisui, listen to me—let me explain…"
"I'm not listening! I'm not listening!"
"No, really, I was held up this morning because something came up!"
"I'm not listening, I'm not listening…!"
…
Noon.
When Uchiha Arata dragged his short little legs into the mountain forest behind the clan grounds, two youthful voices just happened to drift into his ears.
That was—
Itachi and Shisui?
Best bros!
His little eyes instantly lit up.
He'd only planned to find a sunny spot to bask in the light—who would've thought he'd run into a scene of two best friends bickering?
Quickly, he activated Weak Sense of Presence and peeked over.
About ten meters ahead—
A little boy wearing a black high-collared short-sleeve top and black pants, with a dumpling-like nose, stood with his back to Uchiha Itachi.
Though he was a head taller than Itachi, it was clearly the little boy who was sulking.
Behind him—
Itachi kept trying to explain.
Each attempt ended in failure.
Yet he didn't get angry, just kept explaining over and over again.
Jin watched with a full-on auntie smile.
So shippable!
Way too shippable!
As expected—real CPs only hit differently when you witness them in person.
"But… Itachi, what about Izumi?"
Suddenly, Jin thought of the girl who loved making three-colored dango.
Pure, kind, and gentle.
That tear mole beneath her left eye felt like an omen of her fate.
Lost in thought, he subconsciously stepped on a branch.
Crack.
The sound instantly drew the attention of the two ahead.
"Who's there?!"
Uchiha Shisui immediately straightened, gripping a small kunai.
His eyes swept over seriously—
But when he saw who it was, he froze.
"Huh? Jin—why did you come all the way out here?"
Then—
Did he just see my awkward side…?
Thinking that, he ignored Itachi entirely and jogged over.
Reaching out, he picked Jin up with a laugh.
"Jin, did you get lost?"
At this time, seven- or eight-year-old Shisui stood around 1.4 meters tall—already considered quite tall among Konoha kids.
Jin nodded at the corner of his mouth, not exposing the young boy's blush.
He simply put on a child's innocent look.
Serious interaction? ✗
Professional engagement? ✓
The two chatted about everything under the sun.
Until—
[Conversation target: Uchiha Shisui]
[Analyzing copyable entries…]
[Fire Release Affinity (Blue), Genjutsu Affinity (Green), Body Flicker Affinity (Green), Chakra Control (Green), Pure Disposition (Green)…]
"A full set of green…"
At this moment, in Jin's eyes, Shisui was green from head to toe.
Green all the way through.
Any man would panic seeing that.
[Conversation with Uchiha Shisui exceeded ten minutes. Attempting to copy entry…]
[Copy failed.]
Jin: ...
Another failure.
Perhaps after yesterday's streak of success, today's repeated failures left him irritated.
The little face that had been putting on a cheerful act instantly drooped.
"Sigh."
He let out a heavy breath and staggered back toward the clan grounds.
Seeing this, Itachi frowned and asked Shisui in confusion,
"Shisui… what did you do to Jin?"
Shisui: ???
"I—I didn't do anything!"
He was completely baffled. What had he even done?
…
Afternoon.
The blazing sun gradually softened.
Inside the Uchiha compound.
A small boy lay sideways atop a courtyard wall.
His left elbow propped against the wall, palm supporting his cheek.
His eyes were unfocused, and even his tiny lips had cracked!
He muttered,
"Sixty! A full sixty people, System!"
"Not a single successful copy?!"
"What exactly is the success rate for copying entries?!"
After coming down from the back mountain, he'd started pulling clan members into conversations.
Everyone—ten minutes each.
One conversation after another—
An entire afternoon!
But after talking to sixty people, it felt like the system's newbie protection period had ended.
Not a single copy succeeded.
He couldn't help doubting the success rate.
[Ding. Based on the host's current strength, the success rate of copying entries through conversation is—5%.]
Alright then.
The last thread of hope snapped.
Five percent—how was that any different from zero?!
Especially for someone like him, who'd been cursed with bad luck in his previous life—the odds were practically nonexistent.
After hesitating for a bit, he decided to just lie flat and enjoy life.
Whoosh—
A mountain breeze swept over.
Soft and gentle, carrying the fragrance of leaves and branches.
The sunlight overhead was no longer as scorching as at noon—
It was warm.
But just as he was about to fully give up—
A faint warmth suddenly emerged within his body.
Extremely weak.
Yet carrying a pleasant sensation that delighted both body and mind.
This was… chakra?
He froze.
Because of his age and undeveloped bones, he hadn't begun chakra refinement yet.
But in the world of Naruto, a warm internal current like this—
Could only be chakra.
He narrowed his eyes and noticed a new prompt floating before him.
[Ding. Congratulations, host, for sunbathing for 1 minute. Chakra +1.]
"Chakra +1… is this the passive of Body of Light and Gold?"
Only now did he recall that Body of Light and Gold had a passive—
Absorbing sunlight grants chakra.
He hadn't thought much about it before.
Now it was clear.
Absorbing sunlight meant—
Sunbathing.
"So if it's +1 chakra per minute, then one hour is 60."
"And with the current daylight, I can sunbathe at most 14 hours a day, which means—840 chakra per day."
"There are still seven years until the night of the massacre. To be safe, let's say six years, eleven months, and twenty-nine days…"
"That should be 2,145,360 chakra!"
Seeing that number, Jin smacked his lips.
"Two million-plus… does this count as a chakra tank?!"
He didn't know how other ninjas measured it—
But this amount could probably outlast dozens of Kakashis.
"The most important thing is…"
"The Flying Thunder God plan can start ahead of schedule!"
He shifted to a more comfortable position.
His entire body bathed in sunlight.
Each use of Flying Thunder God consumed 100 chakra.
Originally, with zero chakra, he'd shelved the idea.
But now?
Just two hours of sunbathing!
He absolutely had to try it today—
Otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.
An hour and a half later.
He slowly stood up, reviewing the method of using Flying Thunder God in his mind.
"System… how do I use it?"
[As long as the coordinates are placed by the host, teleportation is possible.]
"Coordinates placed by me? But I haven't placed any. Can I borrow the Fourth Hokage's coordinates?"
[Placing coordinates costs 100 chakra per use.]
Jin: ...
So this was Russian nesting dolls, huh?!
He rolled his eyes, flopped back down, and went to sleep.
When the sun finally set, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up.
There seemed to be subtle changes in his gaze.
[Name: Uchiha Arata]
[Spirit: 20 (Adult: 10)]
[Stamina: 12 (Adult: 10)]
[Chakra: 149]
[Entries: Seven-Year Itch (Black), Body of Light and Gold (Colorful), Weak Sense of Presence (Colorful), Flying Thunder God Technique (Gold) Lv.1, Prominent Background (Purple), Sharingan (Purple), Fire Release Affinity (Blue), Sharingan (Blue), Light as a Swallow (Green), Dynamic Vision (Green)]
"So these are my attributes…"
Jin shook his head.
He had a lot of entries, but most were obtained yesterday—
The first day after logging in.
As expected, the first-day luck was just bait to lure people in.
After that, you had to grind hard.
He narrowed his eyes and stood up, preparing to leave.
Worth mentioning—
Even after lying on the wall all afternoon, no one paid him any attention.
No one remembered him.
The clan members seemed to have forgotten there was a second young master at all.
No one even called him for dinner!
He watched with his own eyes as Uchiha Itachi, bowl in hand, walked around the courtyard twice.
As if searching for something.
After circling twice, doing nothing, he silently went back inside.
The Weak Sense of Presence entry—
Its value just kept climbing.