Chiya was well-versed in the “system” genre from the novels he read.
The author “Qingjiao” had penned Stealing the Myriad Worlds System and Treasure Swap System, both of which followed protagonists who used their systems to stomp on enemies, build harems, and eventually reach the pinnacle of existence.
But this “Goddess System” was a bit…
different.
Isn’t this just forcing him to start a harem?
What kind of test was this?
Which man could withstand such a trial?
Still, Kyōka Suigetsu was a solid reward.
It was the Zanpakutō belonging to the series’ big bad, Sōsuke Aizen.
With it, even if he didn’t reach Aizen’s level, he would at least be safe from most threats in this world.
As Chiya was lost in thought, Uchiha Izumi walked over and sat down beside him.
“Chiya-kun, what are you thinking about?” “N-nothing…” Chiya’s eyes darted away, feeling a bit guilty.
“Chiya-kun, I heard from Itachi what happened to your family…
actually…
you don’t have to bottle it up inside.
It’s okay to cry…
my mom and dad, they also…” Izumi began to console him, but as she spoke, her own composure crumbled, and she started to cry.
Just then, the system prompt chimed again: “Ding!
As the strongest protagonist, how can you just watch the heroine suffer?” “1.
Comfort Uchiha Izumi.
Reward: ‘Tiangang Art’ (The supreme cultivation technique from Buluoliangren).” “2.
Ignore her.
Reward: A pair of Danzo’s old, unwashed underwear.” “Are martial arts techniques even useful in this world?
And what the hell is up with that second reward?” Chiya’s lip twitched in disgust.
He had no choice but to comfort her.
He stroked her head gently, whispering softly, “It’s okay.
Cry if you need to.
Once you let it out, things will get better.
I’m sure if your parents could see you safe and sound, they would be very happy for you.” He definitely did not want Danzo’s gross underwear.
Hearing his words, Izumi couldn’t hold back anymore.
She sobbed loudly into Chiya’s chest.
The rest of the refugees in the shelter, hearing the girl’s heartbreaking cries, were reminded of their own lost loved ones and began to weep as well.
In an instant, the massive shelter erupted into a cacophony of wailing—from the eighty-year-old grandmother to Sasuke Uchiha himself.
At that moment, the system chime sounded in his head: “Ding!
Congratulations to the host for completing the mission.
Reward: Zanpakutō ‘Kyōka Suigetsu.’ Would you like to extract it now?” “Ding!
Congratulations to the host for completing the mission.
Reward: ‘Tiangang Art.’ Would you like to extract it now?” Did I really steal the girl’s heart that easily?
Chiya looked at Izumi crying in his arms and then at Itachi, who was anxiously trying to soothe baby Sasuke nearby.
He was stunned.
What he didn’t know was that in the original story, Izumi didn’t like Itachi because of his “excellence,” but because Itachi had appeared like a hero during her most helpless and desperate moment on the Night of the Nine-Tails.
The trope of “saving the damsel in distress” never went out of style, especially not for a girl like Izumi, who was just beginning to explore her feelings.
“Extract later.” He didn’t know what form the rewards would take.
If a sword and a manual suddenly appeared out of thin air, he would definitely attract the attention of the higher-ups.
Danzo, that old fox, was known for collecting “special abilities.” He couldn’t risk being put under the Root’s microscope.
After a while, Izumi’s tears slowed.
She sat up, her face flushing as she realized how close she had been to him.
“S-sorry…
I was supposed to be the one comforting you, but I ended up crying instead.” Chiya shook his head to show it was fine.
He looked toward the direction of the Nine-Tails’ roar.
As the sounds finally ceased, he muttered to himself, “Looks like it’s over.” The Kyūbi Incident ended at the cost of the Fourth Hokage and his wife, along with countless other ninjas.
The “Yellow Flash,” the legendary ninja Minato Namikaze, was dead.
It was said he sacrificed his life to seal the Nine-Tails and save the village.
The entire world was moved by his selflessness.
Of course, “moved” was one word for it.
There was no shortage of people secretly celebrating.
The Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki, the Fourth Kazekage Rasa, and even within Konoha, Danzo—they were all secretly relieved that the Fourth was gone.
For the first two, it was about Konoha losing its greatest deterrent; for Danzo, it was purely because he felt he finally had a chance to seize the Hokage seat.
Meanwhile, the Uchiha clan, whose relationship with the village had finally been thawing under the Fourth’s tenure, saw their tensions boil over once again.
The village leadership, led by Danzo, openly expressed deep suspicion toward the Uchiha, accusing them of controlling the Nine-Tails to start the riot.
They were forced to relocate to the edge of the village, and the Anbu began round-the-clock surveillance.
Even though the Third Hokage knew this would breed resentment, he chose to turn a blind eye to Danzo’s actions.
Thus, the rift between the Uchiha and Konoha began to widen into an irreparable chasm.
The next day, a grand funeral was held for the Fourth Hokage and the fallen ninjas.
Following a rousing, melancholic speech by Hiruzen Sarutobi, the reconstruction of Konoha began in full swing.
Because his parents were both ninjas and his father had died in the line of duty, Chiya wasn’t sent to an orphanage like the ordinary civilians.
Instead, he was provided a small, private apartment and a monthly stipend that would last until he graduated from the Academy.
Chiya didn’t care much for the money.
Knowing the darkness behind Konoha’s facade, he felt no sense of belonging to the village.
As soon as he reached his new home, he locked the doors and windows and called out the system.
“System, extract Kyōka Suigetsu and the Tiangang Art.” A flash of golden light filled his vision.
When he opened his eyes, a sheathed katana with a light green hilt lay before him.
Simultaneously, the knowledge of how to use Kyōka Suigetsu and the contents of the Tiangang Art flooded his brain.
He tried to “release” the sword, but immediately realized it consumed chakra.
With his current six-year-old body—having only just begun to learn how to refine chakra—he could barely sustain it.
But when he shifted his focus to the Tiangang Art, a look of uncontrollable joy and excitement spread across his face.