Clang!
The three-tomoe Sharingan began spinning instantly!
Boom!
In that moment, Ruoza felt as if an entirely new door had been flung open before him.
The whole world expanded.
From the wild geese soaring a kilometer above the clouds, to the tiny insects wriggling across the ground—nothing escaped his sight.
Even the faint flow of chakra in the surrounding air appeared before him as clearly as an anatomical diagram.
"Holy crap… is this the power of the Three Tomoe? This is insane!"
Ruoza's face flushed with excitement.
The Three Tomoe stage was the true watershed of the Sharingan's evolution.
Beyond it lay the fearsome Mangekyō Sharingan.
For an ordinary Sharingan, the Three Tomoe represented the peak—granting extreme perception, copying abilities, and powerful genjutsu.
He still remembered early Naruto, when Kakashi's Three Tomoe debut had been unbelievably cool.
Predicting attacks, copying ninjutsu—one dazzling moment after another.
Of course, in the later stages of the story, even the Mangekyō became commonplace.
[So, host—are you satisfied?]
"Satisfied? I'm ecstatic!"
Ruoza laughed out loud, then suddenly frowned.
"Wait… what exactly just happened?"
"The moment I said I wanted my Sharingan to evolve, you upgraded it for me?"
"That wasn't a coincidence, was it?"
[Of course not!]
The System sounded rather smug.
[I noticed how desperate you were to evolve your Sharingan.]
[So I temporarily adjusted the quest structure and slipped in a hidden achievement on the fly!]
"Whoa—awesome!"
Ruoza was both shocked and delighted.
This System was absurdly considerate.
It practically coddled him, like a devoted nanny.
Suddenly, he rubbed his hands together and chuckled.
"Heh-heh… since you can do things like that, I'll just say it outright."
"Can you raise the reward a bit more?"
"Swap the Three Tomoe for a Mangekyō—or even a Rinnegan? Heh-heh…"
[...]
The System fell silent for a long time.
Thinking he might've gone too far, Ruoza laughed awkwardly and tried to smooth things over.
"Ahem, I was joking—don't be mad."
[I'm not angry!]
[I just submitted your request and got rejected… along with a scolding!]
[Waaah… I'm so wronged I could cry, T﹏T]
The System sounded like a bullied child—pitiful enough to tug at the heart.
"Don't cry, don't cry. I won't make unreasonable demands again, alright?"
Ruoza hurried to comfort it.
Even someone as thick-skinned as him felt his face heat up.
The System treated him so well it might as well bare its heart to him—yet he'd still tried to push for more.
That really was crossing a line.
[I'm fine now, host!]
Hearing the System calm down, Ruoza finally let out a sigh of relief.
A System this good was rarer than ancestral graves emitting green smoke—he had to cherish it.
After some light banter, Ruoza shifted his focus to the Prestige Points column.
"Alright—first things first."
"Summon every single Jōnin!"
Without hesitation, he gave the command.
[Prestige Points −2,990!]
In one fell swoop, he summoned all remaining Jōnin.
Boom!
The once-spacious Uchiha compound was instantly filled to the brim.
A full three thousand Jōnin.
Men of all kinds—tall and short, fat and thin, young and old.
Some gripped swords or blades, their killing intent sharp and terrifying.
Some carried scrolls on their backs, exuding an elegant, otherworldly air.
Others had strange, eye-catching styles.
Assault specialists.
Sealing experts.
Medical ninja.
A dazzling array of talents.
"Tsk, tsk… not bad at all."
Ruoza felt his blood surge as he looked down at the three thousand Jōnin before him.
With this force, conquering not just Konoha—but the entire shinobi world—felt like child's play.
His confidence swelled, and he casually asked,
"System, if I started a war right now and forcibly unified the shinobi world… what are my odds?"
[Less than thirty percent.]
The System gave a blunt answer.
"Less than thirty percent?"
Ruoza frowned in disbelief.
"That's impossible. I have three thousand Jōnin!"
"The entire shinobi world probably doesn't even have a thousand, right?"
"Even if it's not a sure win, it should be at least seventy percent!"
[It's true that the total number of Jōnin in the shinobi world is limited.]
[But you're overlooking one thing.]
[Jōnin are not the ceiling. There are Kage-level experts—and beings beyond that.]
[At this stage, the shinobi world's true potential hasn't been unleashed. If you forcibly trigger a large-scale war, countless adverse variables will appear.]
[Unpredictable calamities may follow.]
"Unpredictable calamities…"
Ruoza raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, then nodded.
"You're right. I was being too simplistic."
By killing Sasuke, he had already shattered half of the original Naruto timeline.
Pull one thread, and the whole tapestry unravels.
The entire course of the story would inevitably change—who knew what monsters might appear?
In the later stages of Naruto, it was practically a battlefield of gods.
The Sage of Six Paths.
The Ōtsutsuki Clan.
Ten-Tails Jinchūriki.
Any one of them could wipe out the world.
Compared to them, three thousand Jōnin really were nothing.
After a moment's thought, Ruoza asked,
"So what do you suggest?"
[Host, don't worry.]
[Simply proceed along the general storyline. I will intervene at critical moments to prevent extreme scenarios from emerging.]
[With me here, you will unify the shinobi world with ease.]
"Perfect."
Ruoza finally relaxed.
With the System's assurance, how could his grand ambition fail?
[Ding!]
[New Quest: Someone is plotting to seize the Uchiha Clan's properties. Deal with it immediately!]
[Reward: 500 Prestige Points.]
"Seize the Uchiha Clan's properties?"
Ruoza raised an eyebrow.
This hadn't happened in the original story.
After skimming the details, he quickly understood.
Back in the Warring States Era, the Uchiha had started as mercenaries.
Thanks to their outstanding performance, they quickly amassed their first fortune.
After Konoha was established, the Uchiha became a prestigious clan and could no longer dirty their hands directly.
So they invested that initial wealth into every major industry in Konoha—
Ninja tools.
Medicinal herbs.
Casinos.
Restaurants.
With the Uchiha name backing them, their businesses spread across the Land of Fire, accumulating enormous wealth.
A towering tree always catches the wind.
Such riches naturally attracted greedy eyes.
When the Uchiha were still powerful, no one dared make a move.
But now, with news of the clan's annihilation spreading—
Many began to stir, openly and secretly plotting to carve up the Uchiha estate.
"Interesting. Someone's actually trying to rob me."
Ruoza laughed coldly.
"As the Uchiha Clan Head, all of that belongs to me by right."
"Any rat that touches my things… dies."
With a thought, he dismissed most of the Jōnin, keeping only three by his side.
One Longsword Jōnin for close combat protection.
One Sensor Jōnin to monitor the surroundings.
One bespectacled gunner Jōnin, refined and composed.
Three Jōnin as personal guards—an extravagance rarely seen in the shinobi world.
"Hmph. Time to let the name Uchiha resound across the shinobi world once more."
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
The four figures shot forward, heading straight north.