Konoha Village.
Haruto abruptly sat up from the bed, his back already soaked in cold sweat.
In the narrow room, the wooden table, old cabinet, and low bed were all both unfamiliar and familiar.
They were unfamiliar because his memories from the previous second still remained on Blue Star.
They were familiar because this body had lived here for more than a dozen years.
The two sets of memories fiercely collided in his mind, feeling as if someone had used an iron hammer to crack open his skull and crammed both his past and present lives inside.
“I… time-traveled?”
Haruto looked down at his hands; these were not the hands from Blue Star.
His palms were not large, with calluses on them left from long-term practice with Kunai and shuriken, but his fingers often trembled from training due to poor Chakra control.
This was the Ninja World, the hands of a civilian orphan in Konoha Village.
The next moment, a stream of information surfaced out of thin air in his mind.
[Exclusive Talent: Exchange LV1.]
[Effect: Every seven days, you can select something you own and conduct a single exchange with a random target across the Myriad Worlds.]
[Exchange Scope: Items, Bloodlines, Cultivation Methods, Abilities, Talents, Golden Fingers, etc.]
[The rarer the inputted item and the higher its value, the greater the probability of obtaining high-quality rewards.]
[After the talent level increases, the cooldown time can be shortened, and the probability of top-tier drops increases.]
Haruto’s breathing suddenly grew heavy.
“A cheat?”
He stared fixedly at the information in his mind, completely waking up.
What kind of place was the Ninja World?
Bloodlines outweighed hard work.
The Uchiha awakened their eyes, the Hyuga had the Byakugan, the Uzumaki had ridiculously massive amounts of Chakra, the Senju Clan possessed formidable physiques, and there were even things like Tailed Beasts, Jinchuriki, and Bloodline Limits.
It was not that civilian Ninjas couldn’t rise to prominence, but that path was far too difficult.
How many geniuses like Minato Namikaze could appear in the entire Ninja World?
For most ordinary people, after training for a lifetime, they would only reach the rank of Chunin or Special Jonin; if their luck was bad, a single major battle would sweep them away with Kunai, explosive tags, or the aftermath of Ninjutsu.
And Haruto’s current situation was even worse.
He was no genius, his Chakra volume was somewhat weak, his Ninjutsu talent was average, and his Taijutsu was only passable through hard work.
If he followed his original trajectory, he would most likely become a Genin after graduating from the Ninja Academy, and then be shoved into the war machine.
On the eve of the Third Ninja World War, border frictions were increasing, and the mobilization of Ninjas within Konoha Village was becoming frequent.
Although it seemed calm now, anyone could sense that a real conflagration was about to ignite.
Once war broke out, a civilian Genin like him with no background, no bloodline, and no talent would be among the most easily consumed batch on the battlefield.
Haruto clenched his teeth: “I can’t go on like this.”
He knew very well that wanting to live well in this world by keeping his head down and training hard was far from enough.
Hard work was useful, but without a cheat, without a bloodline, and without resources, the upper limit of hard work was simply too low.
But now it was different.
The Exchange Talent showed him a path to truly defy the heavens and change his fate.
Myriad Worlds resources!
Bloodlines, cultivation methods, abilities, and golden fingers were all within the scope of exchange; as long as he operated well, he might well step on the geniuses of those major clans.
Even standing at the very pinnacle of the Ninja World.
The question was, what should he use for the first exchange?
Haruto rolled out of bed and walked to the corner of the room.
This small house was left behind by his parents.
It wasn’t big, but it was his only safe haven.
His parents died in missions in their early years, and Konoha Village had given a pension.
Combined with the money left by his parents, it was barely enough for him to live alone.
He ate decently, but wasn’t anywhere near wealthy.
Wanting to buy high-value items with money was simply unrealistic.
“The most valuable things on me right now are only the things left behind by my parents.”
Haruto squatted down and dragged an old wooden box out from the very bottom of the bed.
The wooden box was not large, wrapped in a layer of dark cloth on the outside.
Its corners were worn to a shine, clearly having been wiped down frequently by someone.
These were the most cherished mementos left by the original body’s parents.
The past Haruto never dared to touch them casually—not because he didn’t want to look, but out of fear.
Afraid that seeing the traces left by his parents would leave his heart even emptier.
Now it was different.
Haruto reached out to untie the cloth strip and opened the wooden box.
Inside were no gold, silver, or jewels, nor any secret techniques of major clans, but only five scrolls.
The first one was the Chakra Refining Technique.
The second one was C-rank Lightning Release: Lightning Sphere.
The third and fourth ones were two B-rank Ninjutsu scrolls.
The fifth one had the oldest cover, with a few words written on it.
Senju Swordsmanship Insights.
Haruto’s hand stopped.
“Senju?”
He picked up that scroll, his brows tightly knitted.
What kind of concept was the Senju Clan?
One of the founders of Konoha Village, a top-tier major clan on par with the Uchiha.
First Hokage Senju Hashirama and Second Hokage Senju Tobirama were all Senju.
But the problem was that in present-day Konoha Village, there were almost no Senju Clan members seen openly.
Tsunade was still around, but the surname Senju had long ceased to exist as a major clan like the Uchiha or Hyuga.
When watching Naruto in his past life, there had always been a saying online.
The Senju Clan was not wiped out; instead, they were split up and actively integrated into various families in Konoha Village, making Konoha Village “the Senju’s Konoha Village” through this method.
Originally, Haruto only took it as a guess, but now, the mementos left by his parents happened to contain a volume of Senju Swordsmanship Insights.
This was quite intriguing.
“Could my ancestors really be related to the Senju?”
Haruto looked down at the scroll, feeling not surprised at all, but rather somewhat depressed.
If there really was Senju Bloodline, it was far too diluted.
Look at people like Senju Hashirama—Sage Body, Wood Release, and ridiculously massive amounts of Chakra.
Look at himself instead; even refining Chakra was a struggle.
Both potentially carrying a bit of Senju heritage, the gap was even larger than that between a human and a dog.
“Forget it, whether there is a bloodline doesn’t matter; what matters is that this thing has value.”
Haruto spread out the five scrolls and checked them one by one.
The two B-rank Ninjutsu scrolls had the highest value.
The C-rank Lightning Release: Lightning Sphere was also not bad.
The Senju Swordsmanship Insights were even more special.
The Chakra Refining Technique looked the most ordinary, but Haruto stared at it the longest.
In Konoha Village, the Chakra Refining Technique was not considered rare.
The Ninja Academy taught it, and many Ninja families in Konoha Village had similar basic scrolls.
But what if it was placed in other worlds?
That would be different.
Chakra was the foundation of power in the Ninja World.
Without the Chakra Refining Technique, ordinary people could truly never step onto the Ninja system.
To Konoha Village, this was the foundation.
To a world without a Chakra system, this might just be the key to a path of transcendence.
“The value of an item cannot be judged solely by its native world.”
The more Haruto thought about it, the clearer it became.
“Things that are ordinary in the Ninja World might explode in value when reaching other worlds. Conversely, certain inconspicuous things from other worlds, when brought to the Ninja World, could also change one’s destiny.”
His gaze landed on the Chakra Refining Technique.
The original scroll couldn’t be discarded; this was his parents’ memento and also the foundation of his future cultivation.
But copying a duplicate was a different story.
The Exchange Talent required something owned by oneself, and a copied version was also his possession.
As long as the content was complete, its value wouldn’t necessarily be low.
Coupled with a cluster of Chakra he personally condensed, it was equivalent to sending out both the “theory” and the “seed” together.
This combination wasn’t outrageous in Konoha Village.