Sora's eyes fluttered open, and he froze. The room around him screamed opulence—golden tapestries shimmered on the walls, catching the soft glow of a chandelier overhead, while the bed beneath him felt like a cloud wrapped in silk. This wasn't his cramped apartment back on Earth, with its flickering lights and peeling paint. Confusion hit him like a wave as he sat up, blinking at the unfamiliar splendor.
Before he could process it, a sharp pain stabbed through his skull. He gasped, clutching his head as a flood of images rushed in—memories that weren't his. A young boy appeared in his mind's eye: the only son of the Fire Daimyo, a frail figure swinging a sword too heavy for his hands, then hunched over forbidden scrolls, desperation etched into his face as he tried to harness chakra. The boy's life played out in fragments—his struggle, his illness, his final breath. Sora's breath hitched as the pieces clicked together.
"I'm… him?" he whispered, his voice trembling. The boy had died, his body succumbing to the strain of those reckless experiments, and somehow, Sora's soul had slipped into the empty shell.
"So, I'm in the Naruto world." His heart pounded with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He sifted through the memories again, timelines snapping into place. "This is before the Second Ninja War—back when the Legendary Sannin were rising, and Sakumo Hatake was still a name to fear.
"He swung his legs over the bed's edge, resolve hardening. Twenty years, he thought. I'll train in secret, master this world's power— A sharp ding cut through his thoughts, and his head snapped up. That sound—it was straight out of every game and story he'd ever loved.
"A system?" he murmured, hope sparking in his chest. "This could change everything.
"A mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[System: System has been installed. Congratulations, host, for receiving the first EX-level gift pack. Do you wish to open it?]
A grin broke across Sora's face, wide and unrestrained. "Open it," he said, voice brimming with excitement. "Why wouldn't I?"
The system's response came instantly:
[System: Congratulations, host! You have received the following rewards:
1. Invincible Field: Within the Daimyo mansion, you are invincible. To expand this field, you must procreate with women of high potential. Each new partner will increase the field's range based on their talent and potential.
2. Four Force Teleportation Jades: These allow you to teleport any individual in the universe to your location.
3. Ten Complete Death Jades: Each jade can completely erase one individual from existence, preventing their birth and any form of resurrection.
4. Unique Bloodline: When you procreate with a woman, you inherit her talent, bloodline, and potential, amplified by ten times.]
Sora's skin tingled as a subtle energy pulsed outward, wrapping the mansion in an invisible shield. His Invincible Field. Curious, he clenched his fist and threw a punch at the air. The space in front of him cracked like brittle glass, shards of reality hanging for a moment before stitching themselves back together. "Incredible," he breathed, awe threading through his voice. "I'm untouchable here."
Emboldened, he summoned the mansion's occupants with a thought, the field bending their wills to his command. Servants, guards, and advisors gathered in the grand hall, their faces blank with obedience. Sora closed his eyes and reached into their minds, sifting through memories like pages in a book. His stomach twisted as he uncovered the truth—spies littered the ranks, some from Konoha, others from rival villages and Daimyo estates. Killing them would draw too much attention, he reasoned. Instead, he wove new loyalties into their thoughts, turning them into double agents who'd report only what he permitted. Even if they left the mansion, no one would detect the tampering—his field ensured it.
Stepping to an ornate mirror, Sora studied his new body. The boy staring back was about ten, taller than most his age, with sharp features and a regal air. "Not bad," he smirked. "This body's got potential.
"His gaze shifted to the Death Jades, their power humming in his mind. He had ten chances to erase threats—people too strong or cunning to challenge directly. After a moment's thought, he made his decision. "System," he said firmly, "use the Death Jades to eliminate these individuals: Indra Otsutsuki, Asura Otsutsuki, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, Hamura Otsutsuki, Kinshiki Otsutsuki, Isshiki Otsutsuki, Jigen, Momoshiki Otsutsuki, Koji Kashin, and the Great Toad Sage.
"The system complied without a sound. Somewhere beyond the mansion's walls, ten titans of history and future vanished, their existences snuffed out like candles. No traces, no questions—Sora's path was now unobstructed.
At Mount Myoboku, chaos erupted. The Great Toad Sage, ancient and revered, was gone. The toads scrambled for answers, but the mystery eluded them, leaving their sanctuary vulnerable.
Sora exhaled, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "One more thing," he said. "System, has Dan Kato met Tsunade yet?
"[System: Dan Kato is scheduled to meet Tsunade in one month.]
"Perfect." A mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "System, when Tsunade is alone and unobserved, teleport her to me.
"The command settled into place, and Sora leaned back against the bedpost, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "Let the harem story begin," he chuckled, already picturing the chaos—and fun—that awaited.