Konoha Year 24, Spring.
As the first light of dawn broke, inside a simple yet elegant mansion deep within the Senju Clan Compound.
“Zzz…
Zzz…”
Senju Naoki had wrapped himself up like a spring roll, leaving only a tuft of unruly white hair—the same color as Tobirama’s—poking out from under the quilt.
For a transmigrator with memories of two lives, in this era where the Ninja World’s Sengoku period and the First Great War had just ended—an era where peace existed but undercurrents surged—nothing was safer or more comfortable than sleeping.
I am Senju Naoki.
My grandfather is Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage, currently in office.
My grand-uncle was Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi, now deceased.
My relatives are the Uzumaki Clan, who have more Chakra than they know what to do with.
With this kind of god-tier start, as long as I don’t court death or run off to the battlefield to throw my life away, living as a lazy second-generation Kage is simply too wonderful.
“As long as I don’t get out of bed, the Ninja Academy’s Entrance Ceremony can’t catch me.”
Naoki rolled over in his quilt, a happy,’salted fish’ smile hanging on his lips.
However, in this household, there was one person who absolutely did not allow any’salted fish’ to exist.
Swoosh—
The sliding door to the bedroom was ruthlessly pushed open.
A wave of killing intent, sharper and colder than a winter wind, instantly filled the entire room.
Even through the thick quilt, Naoki felt a chill run down his spine.
It felt like being stared down by a shark from the deep sea.
He didn’t even need to open his eyes to know who it was.
In the entire village of Konoha, besides that man, who would dare release such killing intent in Senju Naoki’s room?
“Naoki, how much longer do you plan on sleeping?”
A deep, majestic voice rang out, carrying a hint of spit and suppressed anger.
Senju Tobirama, the Second Hokage and Naoki’s biological grandfather, stood before the bed with his arms crossed and a blank expression.
The blue armor on his body shimmered with a cold light, and his red eyes were filled with the sentiment of ‘resenting that iron cannot become steel.’
Naoki gripped the corner of his quilt tightly, screaming internally: ‘Grandpa!
Today is just an Entrance Ceremony, not a battlefield!
Is there any need to use Chakra to intimidate me?!’
Just as Naoki was about to use the excuse of “feeling unwell” for his 101st strategic attempt to stay in bed, a mechanical voice filled with static suddenly echoed in his mind.
[Bzz…
Detected that the host is ignoring the pressure of the Ninja World’s strongest Water Release Ninja and his Water Release (spit) attack…]
[Evaluating…]
[Showing no fear in the face of the strong, even showing disdain—this is the pinnacle of arrogance!]
[Matching degree: 100%!]
[Congratulations to the host for triggering the Uchiha Madara (Childhood) Roleplay Reward!]
[Rewards issued: Temporary Chakra boost (Jonin level), Micro-expression Management (Lord Madara Limited Edition).]
Naoki: “???”
I’m just lazy!
I’m just a coward!
I’m not arrogant!
Does this glitchy system have some kind of misunderstanding about the word “arrogance”?
This [Glitchy Uchiha Madara Roleplay System] was the cheat Naoki had brought with him when he transmigrated.
Its function was simple: as long as his actions were judged by the system to match Uchiha Madara’s style and prestige, he would receive rewards.
But the problem was, this broken system was a glitchy version.
When Naoki slept, it judged it as “all-encompassing contemplation.”
When Naoki skipped class, it judged it as “disdaining to associate with ants.”
When Naoki ate potato chips, it could even judge it as “refueling to prepare for the dance.”
The next second, Naoki felt his facial muscles twitch as the system forcibly took over his facial nerves.
The “pleading smile” he originally intended to show was forcibly transformed into a downward curl of the lips and a gaze that was 30% coldness, 30% mockery, and 40% indifference…
A look of King’s Contempt.
Naoki slowly sat up from his quilt, his messy white hair fluttering without any wind.
He looked at Tobirama, whose anger was skyrocketing, and his mouth opened uncontrollably as he calmly spat out a sentence:
“What’s the rush…
it’s just a gathering of brats.”
The air froze.
Naoki’s heart was flooded with tears: ‘It’s over, I’m going to be blasted into the wall by Grandpa’s Water Dragon Bullet!
That’s the Ninja Academy!
It’s the life’s work Grandpa founded with his own hands!
And I actually called them brats?’
Tobirama was stunned.
He looked at his only eight-year-old grandson.
That gaze was deep and aloof, like a majestic eagle perched high in the clouds looking down at grounded chickens.
That tone was indifferent and casual, showing absolutely no fear of the Hokage, only disdain for mediocrity.
Was…
was this still the grandson who shouted every day about wanting to be a salted fish?
Tobirama’s hand, which had originally intended to grab Naoki’s ear, froze in mid-air.
Instead of getting angry, the image of his long-departed older brother Hashirama surfaced in his mind, along with that man…
the one who had kept him on guard his entire life, Uchiha Madara.
Even though Naoki was of his Senju Clan, from Tobirama’s own lineage, and even had the same white hair…
This aura…
was actually damnably charming?
“Hmph.” Tobirama withdrew his hand, a flash of barely perceptible relief crossing his eyes as his tone softened slightly.
“Since you look down on those ‘brats,’ then you should go and prove to them the caliber of the Senju Clan.”
The system’s control over Naoki’s body was released, and he almost slid into a kowtow on the spot.
Thankfully, Grandpa started over-interpreting things again.
“Get dressed quickly.” Tobirama turned to walk out, his back still cold and rigid.
“Hiruzen and Danzo are already waiting outside.
You are the grandson of the Hokage; what kind of example are you setting by being late?”
Naoki breathed a sigh of relief, wanting nothing more than to collapse back onto the bed for another two minutes.
[Ding!]
[Triggered Emergency Mission: Majesty at the Entrance Ceremony.]
[Mission Description: As a man who has inherited the Senju bloodline and possesses an Uchiha soul (self-proclaimed by the system), how can you fade into the crowd at such an ordinary ceremony?
Please demonstrate power sufficient to awe the entire audience during the entrance testing phase.]
[Mission Reward: Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation (Lord Madara Version One-Time Experience Card).]
[Failure Penalty: Perform a belly dance on the Hokage Rock for half an hour while broadcasting it to the entire village.]
Naoki froze entirely.
The Hokage Rock?
A belly dance?
I’d rather have Grandpa just execute me with a Flying Thunder God Slash!
And…
Fire Release?
Great Fire Annihilation?
Grandpa hates the Uchiha’s Fire Release more than anything in his life.
If I use it in front of him, will he cleanse the house and kill me on the spot?
“Naoki!
Are you not ready yet?”
Tobirama’s impatient urging came from outside the door.
“Coming, coming!”
Naoki put on his clothes bearing the Senju Clan crest, weeping inwardly without tears.
‘Don’t I just want to be a salted fish?’
‘Why does the system insist on forcing me to act cool when I’m not?’
‘And I have to play with Uchiha fire in front of a Senju Water Release master?’
‘This is literally dancing in a minefield!’
Walking out of the room, three young men were standing in the courtyard.
There was Hiruzen Sarutobi with a simple and honest smile, Danzo Shimura with a somber face but standing straight as a board, and Uchiha Kagami, who looked conflicted as if questioning his life.
“Young Master Naoki, morning.” Hiruzen greeted with a beaming smile.
“You look very energetic today.”
Naoki was just about to politely return the greeting.
System: [Detected the gaze of the future Third Hokage.
How can you easily bow your head?]
Naoki’s neck instantly stiffened, his chin tilted slightly, and he gave a small “Hmph” through his nose at Hiruzen.
Hiruzen’s smile faltered for a moment, then became even more brilliant: “As expected of Tobirama-sensei’s grandson.
This arrogance truly has the style of Lord Tobirama!”
Beside him, Danzo narrowed his eyes.
Looking at Naoki’s overbearing attitude, he thought to himself: ‘This cold arrogance…
is so much like Tobirama-sensei.
No, it’s even more domineering than Sensei.
Is this the darkness I have been searching for?
This child is just like me!’
Only Uchiha Kagami felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at Naoki’s slightly raised eyebrows and gaze.
‘This expression…
why does it look so much like the Uchiha Madara my grandfather described?’
‘No, he’s a Senju, a pure-blooded white-haired Senju from Tobirama’s family!
I must be overthinking it; I probably just haven’t woken up fully.’
Naoki followed behind Tobirama and walked out of the Senju Clan Compound.
Looking at the bustling streets of Konoha in the early morning, there was only one mournful cry in his heart:
‘Can this damn Entrance Ceremony just fast-forward to when school lets out?!’