Three days later.
Ruoza staggered out of the room, his expression stiff and aching.
"If I hadn't broken through to Special Jōnin ahead of time, I probably wouldn't even be able to stand right now…"
He bought a Stamina Pill from the shop and swallowed it, restoring his physical strength.
Yet the moment he thought about his future, excitement surged through him, and his whole body seemed to brim with energy again.
"What matters most now is increasing my strength."
Ruoza understood his path very clearly.
His mission was simple.
By continuously summoning ninja underlings, expanding his influence, and taking advantage of opportunities to conquer the beauties of the Naruto world, he would steadily accumulate prestige points and use them to grow stronger.
In short, two goals:
First—seize territory.
Second—collect beautiful kunoichi.
Simple-minded. Vulgar. Crude.
But Ruoza was a vulgar man to begin with. In this life, all he wanted was to eat well, drink freely, and enjoy himself.
A very down-to-earth life goal.
[Has the host rested well?]
"I've rested well."
Ruoza nodded, his face full of lingering satisfaction.
"System, you did an excellent job this time. It suited my tastes perfectly. Keep it up in the future."
[Understood, host!]
After three days of close cooperation, the relationship between Ruoza and the System had grown extremely harmonious—almost inseparable.
[Since the host has recovered, I will now issue the next mission.]
"Good."
Ruoza nodded eagerly.
Now that his personal strength had reached Special Jōnin level, and he had ten Jōnin under his command, his confidence was sky-high.
During these three days, he hadn't been idle—he had specifically summoned nine additional Jōnin.
Prestige points refreshed daily, and if unused, they accumulated.
Ten Jōnin.
Every single one of them a genuine Jōnin.
Even in Konoha, this lineup alone was enough to deter most people.
[Ding!]
[Mission Issued: Become the Clan Head of the Uchiha Clan!]
[Reward: 10,000 Prestige Points!]
Ruoza froze on the spot.
Holy crap—how many prestige points?!
Ten thousand?!
"System… the very first mission gives this many prestige points?"
He couldn't quite believe it.
It wasn't that he thought it was too much.
The more prestige points, the better—give him a hundred million and he wouldn't complain.
But he knew prestige wasn't easy to earn.
As a high-ranking Uchiha, he only received six fixed prestige points per day, yet a single mission was offering 10,000?
Frankly speaking, it felt almost too generous.
[Host, please do not be surprised.]
[I was concerned that your prestige points would be insufficient, so I used my authority to increase the reward by one hundred times.]
[You won't blame me for acting on my own initiative, will you?]
"How could I!"
Ruoza practically burst into laughter.
This System was absurdly good to him—actually increasing the reward proactively?
This was nothing short of the conscience of the industry!
"I'm just worried this might cause trouble for you. I heard these things require equivalent exchange. If the reward's too large, won't it affect you?"
[It's fine.]
The System replied confidently.
[This does involve equivalent exchange, and unauthorized modifications do carry consequences—but you don't need to worry.]
[The missing portion, I'll snatch—ah—borrow from other Systems. It won't be a problem.]
"..."
Ruoza was left speechless—and oddly touched.
What kind of treasure System was this, willing to steal from other Systems just for his sake?
Wouldn't that mean other protagonists were in for a miserable life?
Well… not his problem.
All Ruoza knew was that he absolutely could not refuse such a considerate System.
After all, it was all done with good intentions.
"Thank you, System."
[Don't be so polite. If you keep saying that, our relationship will become distant.]
Ruoza chuckled, shook his head, and turned his attention to the mission.
Become the Uchiha Clan Head?
Now that was interesting.
He thought it over carefully.
Although he was an Uchiha, he came from a side branch—and not a particularly strong one at that.
At present, the Uchiha Clan had been annihilated by Itachi, leaving only two survivors: himself and Sasuke.
And according to the System's data, he was considered upper-echelon.
Still, by normal logic, the Clan Head position should belong to Sasuke.
Which made sense.
In the Naruto world, bloodline mattered immensely.
Within the same clan, it came down to whose parents held greater status.
Sasuke's father, Uchiha Fugaku, had been the previous Clan Head.
Fugaku had two sons.
One was Uchiha Itachi—the man who slaughtered the clan and killed his own father.
The other was Uchiha Sasuke.
Now that Fugaku was dead, the position of Clan Head naturally fell to Sasuke.
"…Forget it. I'll go talk to him first."
Ruoza's eyes flickered as a thought crossed his mind.
"I just hope he's sensible."
"Otherwise… I don't mind using a few methods."
---
Uchiha Clan District
A fair-skinned, handsome boy stood there, wearing a blue shirt and white shorts. On his back was the red-and-white fan crest of the Uchiha Clan.
He gazed blankly up at the sky.
This youth was Sasuke Uchiha.
Just a few days ago, he had been the Young Lord of the Uchiha Clan—one of the strongest families in the entire shinobi world.
His father had been a powerful Konoha high-ranking official and the Clan Head.
His older brother was meticulous, terrifyingly strong, and hailed as a once-in-a-century Uchiha genius.
His mother had been gentle and kind.
One could say his starting point was far beyond the finish line of most people.
And yet, in a single night, everything was gone.
His father and mother were murdered.
Every clansman—man, woman, young, or old—was slaughtered without mercy.
The mighty Uchiha Clan was annihilated.
And along with it, Sasuke's entire world collapsed.
All of it… because of that brother of his.
Uchiha Itachi.
Thinking of that man, Sasuke could no longer restrain his hatred.
He roared at the sky.
"Itachi! I swear—no matter what, I will kill you! I will kill you with my own hands!"
In his pitch-black eyes, a single tomoe appeared.
"Hello, little Jin—uh, Sasuke."
A strange yet familiar voice suddenly rang out.
Sasuke spun around, Sharingan blazing with vigilance and shock.
After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"You're… Cousin Ruoza?"
By seniority, Ruoza was indeed Sasuke's cousin—they shared the same grandfather.
"It's me."
Ruoza nodded.
Looking at the handsome youth before him, he nodded inwardly.
As expected of Konoha's number-one pretty boy.
That cold, aloof temperament really did give off an otherworldly vibe.
"You… you're actually still alive?"
"Yeah."
Ruoza explained briefly.
Naturally, he fabricated a reason—claiming he had been away on a mission at the time, which was how he survived.
"The vast Uchiha Clan… and now only the two of us remain."
Sasuke shook his head, grief evident on his face.
"It's really…"
"I want to become the Clan Head."
Ruoza cut straight to the point.
"What?"
Sasuke's expression changed instantly, his face darkening.
"What do you mean by that? The clan was just slaughtered by Itachi, and instead of thinking about revenge, you're talking about becoming Clan Head?"
"And why not?"
Ruoza replied calmly.
"Like hell it is!"
Sasuke shouted.
"First we avenge the clan. Then we talk about Clan Head!"
"Don't worry. I will avenge this debt—without fail."
Ruoza nodded.
Then his tone shifted.
It became cold. Heavy. Absolute.
"But I will become the Clan Head."
"And no one is stopping me."
"You—!"
Sasuke sensed imminent danger and instinctively turned to flee—
But a cold flash pierced straight through his chest!
Puchi!
The sound of flesh being punctured echoed softly through the night.