Aoki Tatsuya, mauve-haired, stood atop the Fourth Hokage's stone head on Hokage Mountain. He looked outward across Konoha, arms crossed, the wind gently stirring his academy uniform.
To most people, he looked average—just another boy. But if one really looked, if one paid attention, they might have noticed the way he stood with hidden confidence, or how his eyes seemed to glint with intent behind their half-lidded laziness.
"Status Window," he said aloud.
A blue panel shimmered into existence before him:
[Aoki Tatsuya]
[Level: 1 (0/0 Exp)]
[Class: N/A]
[Titles: Perverted Prodigy]
[Stats:
STR: 9
DEX: 11
VIT: 10
INT: 7 (4)
WIS: 3
CHA: 11 (8)
LUCK: 6]
[Active Skills: Clone Jutsu Lv.34, Substitution Jutsu Lv.29, Transformation Jutsu Lv.37, Basic Shurikenjutsu Lv.49, Basic Taijutsu Lv.53, Leaf Concentration Practice Lv.72]
[Passive Skills: None]
"Mmh…" he muttered, eyes scanning the numbers. "Honestly, not bad. Should be good enough to get placed on a decent team."
He wasn't wrong. His stats—while nothing mind-blowing—were certainly above average for an Academy student. Especially his skill levels. But those who knew him wouldn't focus on that. They'd remember what happened earlier that day…
Tatsuya, in his last life, had been a die-hard Naruto fan—especially when it came to its waifus. So when he reincarnated into this world and discovered that he had a system, he lost his mind. Not out of fear… but excitement.
He trained obsessively. Since he couldn't level up through normal means—his system only granted EXP from near-death fights against enemies—he focused entirely on physical training. After all, stats wouldn't rise alone. And as a child in the Academy, it wasn't like he was getting into life-or-death battles.
That meant the only other way to increase his attributes was by raising skill levels. Basic Taijutsu? Basic Shurikenjutsu? Concentration exercises? He grinded them all. And with each increment, his stats rose—slightly, but surely.
His body wasn't a genius's. He wasn't a Uchiha, or a Hyūga, or anything special—just an orphan. But with the system helping him master techniques, he became something of a prodigy. People even started comparing him to Sasuke.
Well… not quite comparing. More like, "He's almost like Sasuke."
Or "He's maybe in the same ballpark… if Sasuke wasn't playing."
Still, the recognition felt good.
That was until this morning.
When he tried to peek into the girls' changing room.
After that, everything changed. The girls avoided him like the plague. His teachers looked at him with barely concealed pity. The whispers spread: "Perverted Prodigy".
But Tatsuya? He didn't care.
Because he got something much more important than reputation.
A Title.
Or… well, he made the system give it to him.
...
He had stood in front of his system window earlier that day, sulking.
"Come on, Sys. Give me a title already! Everyone calls me the Perverted Prodigy—I'm famous now!"
No reply.
"Hmph. So that's how it is?" he had muttered, eyes narrowing. "You're leaving me no choice…"
He inhaled dramatically.
"I guess… I have no reason to live in this cruel world anymore…"
"Maybe… I should just throw myself off Hokage Mountain and end it all…"
Ding!
[You've received the Title: "Perverted Prodigy!"]
[Perverted Prodigy]
[Your overwhelming talent is… unfortunately paired with an equally overwhelming reputation.
Effects:
+3 Intelligence
+3 Charisma
Increased notoriety among peers (good or bad, who knows?)]
"I knew it would work," he had said with a victorious grin. "You're such a softie, System. Did you really think I would kill myself?"
And how did he know it would work?
Because when he died, he remembered what came after.
...
In the void, disembodied voices had debated his fate.
"We can't give it to him," said a sharp female voice. "He's completely useless!"
"He won't get strong even with the system," a gruff male voice added. "Let's wait for someone better."
"There's no time," said a deeper, older voice. "They're coming. We must act. Let's give him the system, and add a help feature in case of deathly danger."
That's how he got the system. Not because they believed in him.
Because they were desperate.
So yeah, he knew the system couldn't let him die.
"Sys!" he now shouted atop Hokage Mountain. "Give me the strongest skill in existence or I'll kill myself!"
[Sorry, host… this won't work twice.]
Tatsuya blinked. "Is it because I said earlier I'd never actually kill myself?"
[Yes.]
"…I am so stupid."
[Yes, host. You are.]
"Hey!" he growled, punching at the panel. His hand passed straight through it.
[Since you're so pathetic, I'll be more generous with titles from now on.]
His mood immediately improved. "Aww, Sys, I knew you loved—"
He stepped forward to hug the screen and forgot where he was.
"Aahh!"
He slipped off the edge of the mountain, screaming.
With a wild scramble, he caught the ledge by a fingertip and clung there, legs dangling.
[Sigh…] the system muttered.
Tatsuya pulled himself up, panting.
[Host—]
"Shut up," he said.
...
Tatsuya was sitting near the rear of the classroom.
Iruka-sensei stood at the front, writing kanji on the board as he launched into another breakdown of Chakra Theory.
"...chakra is molded by weaving hand signs, allowing the user to perform jutsu. But remember, imbalance between physical and spiritual energy can cause—"
Tatsuya was listening. Intently, in fact. Unlike most of the class, he didn't dare zone out during lessons—there was no telling when a key phrase might trigger a hidden quest or system prompt. Not that it had triggered one yet...
Around him, however, students were already mentally checked out. The final exam was a week away. Most were too nervous to care about theory.
And then—snore.
A low, drawn-out snore beside him made him sigh.
Without looking, he raised a hand and gave the culprit a quick flick on the forehead.
"Ahi..." came the soft, drowsy complaint.
Shikamane Nara.
Shikamaru's twin sister. Like her brother in nearly every way—messy black hair tied back, half-lidded eyes, and a lazy slouch that screamed 'just let me sleep.'
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This world wasn't exactly like the anime Tatsuya remembered. There were differences. Variants. Deviations.
And Shikamane was one of them.
He and Shikamane were... well, something like friends. If friends meant she tolerated him and he shamelessly flirted with her.
"What do you want, pervert?" she murmured, rubbing her forehead with lazy irritation.
"Huh, nothing... just wanted to annoy you a bit," Tatsuya replied with a grin. "And, by the way, you're beautiful when you sleep."
"Still trying to pull me?" she asked, cracking a tired smile. "Give up already. If before you had no chance, now that you're officially the most perverted guy in the entire village, your chances have gone into the negatives."
"Well..." Tatsuya leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head, "...seeing your perfect body was worth losing my reputation."
Shikamane let out a long exhale—somewhere between disappointment and amusement. "You really are a lost cause…"
And with that, she slumped forward again, head hitting the desk with a thud as she drifted right back into sleep.
Ding!
[Your Title: "Perverted Prodigy" has evolved into: "Depraved Prodigy!"]
[Depraved Prodigy]
[Your incredible talent is now infamously paired with a level of shamelessness that defies logic. You are feared, avoided, envied... and oddly admired.
Effects:
+6 Intelligence
+6 Charisma
Your notoriety spreads twice as fast. Whether that's good or bad… you'll find out soon enough.]
A faint warmth pulsed in his gut. Chakra. Just a trickle—but unmistakable. His pool had grown, even if just a hair's breadth
"Oh… so you were serious when you said you'd be more generous with titles," Tatsuya muttered under his breath, smirking.
[Of course, Host. I am always honest… unlike someone.]
"…Don't start," he murmured, casting a quick glance to the front where Iruka continued droning on.
Tatsuya leaned forward a little, peering across the class.
Shikamaru, unsurprisingly, was asleep at his desk just a few seats ahead.
Tatsuya's eyes shifted from Shikamaru… to Shikamane… and back.
"These two," he thought. "They're basically the same person, just in different packaging."
Then his gaze shifted again.
Naruto, sitting in front of Shikamaru, was also asleep—drool starting to dribble onto his textbook.
Sakura sat in the front row, but something was off. Normally, she'd be shamelessly fawning over Sasuke, who was seated near the opposite side of the classroom—stoic, as always, pretending to listen while clearly not needing to.
But today, Sakura wasn't watching Sasuke. Her face was pale with stress, fingers twitching nervously against her desk. Even Ino, who usually looked smug and composed, was unusually quiet a few seats away.
Only Hinata, sitting behind Naruto, seemed at peace. She wasn't worried about the exam—mostly because she wasn't thinking about it. Her eyes were locked on Naruto's sleeping face, her cheeks gently flushed, hands folded over her lap like a proper shrine maiden.
Tatsuya looked at her, then at Naruto.
"...She's so gone for him," he muttered.
The classroom buzzed with quiet energy, everyone too caught in their own thoughts, fears, or fantasies to pay much attention.
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