The quiet click of gold coins stacking on mahogany wood was the only sound inside the master bedroom.
Ren adjusted his small, six-year-old body against the desk chair.
Across the room, his mother—a prominent merchant dealing in high-end silks and imported tea—was fast asleep.
She was a good woman, sharp with money, completely oblivious to ninja affairs, and endlessly protective of her only child.
She also had no idea that the man who had left her six years ago after a brief affair was an Uchiha shinobi.
Ren stared at his hands.
They were smooth, lacking the calluses of an Academy student who spent hours throwing shuriken.
To the world, he was just Ren, the quiet, spoiled son of a wealthy civilian widow.
He kept his head down, ate well, and watched the village from his bedroom window.
Konoha in this era was suffocating.
It had been roughly few months since the Nine-Tails attacked the village.
The Fourth Hokage was dead, and suspicion was rotting the village’s foundation.
The Uchiha clan had recently been relocated to the isolated edge of the village—a polite quarantine forced by the elders.
Ren knew what was coming.
In less than a decade, the Uchiha Massacre would wipe out his father’s bloodline entirely.
And if Danzo Shimura or the Uchiha Police Force ever realized an unmonitored half-blood kid with Uchiha DNA was sitting on a civilian fortune, his life expectancy would drop to zero.
‘Which is why I waited,’ Ren thought, closing his eyes.
A dark blue interface flickered to life behind his eyelids.
[Infinite Simulation System]
Host: Ren
Real-World Age: 6
Daily Passive Accumulation: +1 Point / Day
Stored Points: 30 / 30
Thirty days.
For one full month, Ren had played the part of a fragile civilian child.
He hadn’t tried to force his chakra coils open or practice martial arts where ROOT spies or Uchiha scouts might spot him.
He had simply waited, letting the system generate its passive point a day.
Now, the minimum threshold was reached.
‘System,’ Ren commanded mentally.
‘Open Simulation Menu.’
[Simulation Option Available]
Entry Fee: 30 Points (Sufficient)
Target Destination: Locked (Insufficient Points for Custom Selection — Initiating Random Draw)
Customization: Default Settings (Free)
Ren frowned slightly.
He couldn’t choose where he was going.
Without extra points to specify an era, world, or clan, he was entirely at the mercy of the draw.
‘Initiate simulation.’
[Deducting 30 Points.][Target World Selected.][Loading Simulation…]
There were no warnings, no detailed breakdown of rules, and no explanations on how rewards were calculated.
Ren pulled the soft duvet over his shoulders and laid his head against the pillow, letting his breath steady as his consciousness was yanked downward into total darkness.
When his eyes snapped open, the quiet warmth of his Konoha bedroom was gone.
The air was frigid, thick with the stench of copper, smoke, and wet earth.
Thunder cracked overhead, lighting up a dark, rain-drenched forest.
Ren tried to stand, but his body felt wrong—taller, leaner, and aching with bruises.
He looked down at raw, dirt-caked hands holding a chipped kunai.
A sharp memory burst inside his mind: Age 10.
Warring States Era.
Senju vs.
Uchiha border conflict.
Before he could process the timeline, a rustle of leaves echoed through the rain.
A figure in lacquered red armor dropped from the canopy ahead, cold, crimson eyes fixing directly on him.
Ren’s heart slammed against his ribs.
No tutorial.
No warning.
He was in the middle of a warzone.