His mind was currently filled with thoughts of the Third Shinobi World War over the coming years.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist, the Uchiha Clan used as cannon fodder, Obito “dying” at Kannabi Bridge, Kakashi losing his left eye, Rin having the Three-Tails sealed inside her…
And himself.
As a transmigrator who arrived in the Naruto World and was reborn as an Uchiha, he had initially been full of confidence, determined to become a variable that would shift the fate of the Ninja World.
But after training for a while, he realized his talent was actually quite mediocre.
His ceiling in this life might just be a Jonin, or perhaps even only a Chunin.
Reality quickly slapped him in the face.
Not all Uchihas were Madara, and certainly not all transmigrators could defy fate and change their destiny.
But fortune favored transmigrators.
A few days ago, he successfully awakened a system.
A system that could turn lies into reality.
A system that could materialize anything as long as people believed his lies.
If the system hadn’t suddenly awakened, he might have really given up and slacked off.
Either way, he was dead—either dying in the Third Shinobi World War or dying years later during the Clan Downfall Night caused by that traitorous kid, Itachi.
“But things are different now.” Makoto stared at his hand.
Although it could only be used once per day on the same person, and the effect was influenced by the other person’s level of trust and character plot weight…
…at least he now had the confidence to become a peerless powerhouse.
“I have to hurry,” Makoto calculated in his heart.
“Five years… no, maybe even shorter. Once the war breaks out, who cares whether you’ve graduated or not?”
He raised his head and scanned the classroom with his gaze.
Guy was sitting bolt upright, his eyes wide as copper bells, terrified of missing a single word from the teacher.
Obito peeked back from diagonally in front of him, winking and mouthing the words, “Don’t forget to train together after school!”
Asuma and Kurenai were whispering to each other, occasionally letting out a chuckle.
Rin sat upright, meticulously taking notes.
“Obito, Guy…” Makoto muttered these two names in his heart.
Why choose those two?
Nonsense, because those two were so easy to fool!
Obito’s brain was basically a single-thread processor.
Hot-blooded → Act → Regret → Hot-blooded again.
Guy was even more straightforward—his brain contained nothing but youth, and trusting someone was as easy as drinking water for him.
And most importantly, these two had high “plot weight.”
The system notification had stated clearly that the degree of materialization was affected by the character’s weight.
Obito was the big boss who would incite the Fourth Shinobi World War in the future, while Guy was the powerhouse who nearly kicked open the grand finale.
How could their character weights be low?
“It’s a pity Kakashi hasn’t transferred in yet,” Uchiha Makoto thought with a bit of regret.
If Kakashi Hatake were in the class right now, fooling him would be even more exciting, since Kakashi was also a heavyweight figure later on.
But there was no rush.
Kakashi graduated at five and became a Chunin at six; right now he should still be training in the Anbu.
He would run into him sooner or later anyway.
On the podium, the teacher had finished explaining the theoretical part.
“Now, everyone try to feel the Chakra inside your body using the method I just described.”
The classroom grew quiet.
The kids closed their eyes and scrunched up their faces one by one, striving to “feel” it.
Makoto pretentiously closed his eyes as well, but he wasn’t feeling Chakra; he was working out his plan.
Step one: Establish a persona.
Shutting down Aoki earlier today had been a good start.
He had already thrown out bold claims like “daring to stand up for the dead last” and “beating three with one hand”; next, he needed to solidify his persona as a “Genius Uchiha.”
How to establish it?
Simple: make Obito and Guy believe he was a genius.
One was passionate and the other was naive, so fooling them wouldn’t be too difficult.
Step two: Farm trust.
The system could only be used once per day on the same person, so he had to calculate carefully.
A 50% trust level only materialized a 25% increase in strength.
But that was enough for now; at least beating Aoki wouldn’t be a problem.
Currently, the goal was to reach Kage level before the Third Shinobi World War—if not Beyond Kage-level.
Otherwise, stepping onto the battlefield would just be handing over a free kill.
This was the most important thing.
The Uchiha Clan’s position in Konoha was already awkward, watched closely by the higher-ups, and that sinister old bastard Danzo wanted nothing more than to wipe out all the Uchihas.
If a “super genius” suddenly popped up among the Uchihas…
Makoto could almost feel Danzo putting him on the “Must Eliminate List.”
Moreover, Uchiha Makoto also knew that a near-dying old man and his white traitorous minion were constantly keeping an eye on the Uchiha.
If that old man took an interest in him, he might also end up becoming a pawn.
“I have to keep a low profile.”
Makoto reminded himself in his heart.
“I can establish a persona, but it can’t be too exaggerated. Step by step, take it slow.”
“And in many cases, I need to hide my true strength!”
Thinking of this, he looked at what the teacher had taught.
“Chakra Extraction Technique…” He sighed in his heart.
He had memorized this stuff back to front while watching anime in his previous life, but knowing the theory and actual execution were two completely different things.
Just like knowing how to drive a car, but without a key, you were still completely helpless.
What he was lacking right now was that “key.”
Talent.
The difference in talent within the Uchiha Clan was ridiculously huge.
Someone like Madara was practically a cheater, Itachi and Shisui were geniuses, and then there was Obito, a late bloomer among the Uchiha.
And what about him?
So ordinary he didn’t even seem like an Uchiha.
“If not for the system…” Makoto shook his head and brushed aside the random thoughts.
“Obito, Guy.” He muttered internally.
“My path to becoming Six Paths relies entirely on you two!”