Konoha Village.
A young boy walked with his head lowered through the cold streets.
Everywhere he went, he was met with the villagers’ hostile and disgusted gazes.
“He’s the son of a traitor and a criminal.
Why is he still allowed to stay here?”
“Lord Third really is too merciful.”
“Just look at that sinister expression.
He doesn’t look like he’ll amount to anything good in the future.”
“Let’s go.
Just looking at him is annoying!”
Listening to those voices, Yagami Yue’s expression gradually turned cold.
Yagami Yue.
A transmigrator from Earth.
The identity of the body he had transmigrated into was that of the son of a Konoha shinobi who had been branded a traitor.
At this time, the Third Shinobi World War had just begun.
Konoha was locked in a fierce conflict with Sunagakure, the Hidden Sand Village.
Yagami Yue’s father had been a jōnin.
While leading a squad, he had been ambushed by Sunagakure shinobi and captured.
After enduring brutal interrogation and torture, he had eventually revealed intelligence concerning Konoha…
This information had been brought back from the front lines, and it had even been personally signed off on by one of the Legendary Three Ninja, Jiraiya.
There was no room for doubt.
As a result, Yagami Yue and his mother had become sinners in the eyes of Konoha.
Every day, they were subjected to the villagers’ curses and contempt.
But what made Yagami Yue’s heart grow even colder was the notice he had received from the Academy the previous night.
Because the situation at the front was becoming increasingly critical, he had been granted special permission to graduate early.
Within three days, he was to be sent to support the battlefield.
“Heh.
I haven’t even fully learned the Three Basic Techniques.
I only know the Clone Technique, and I haven’t even touched the other basic ninjutsu.
And now I’m being sent to the battlefield?”
With Yagami Yue’s current strength—practically that of a complete weakling—what kind of fate awaited him once he reached the battlefield?
Death.
Konoha’s malicious intentions were obvious.
Yagami Yue was filled with unwillingness.
“I just transmigrated here.
I don’t want to die!!!”
Suddenly—
“Ding…
Congratulations!
You have obtained the [Character Card] System.
System loading…”
“Loading complete…”
A voice suddenly rang out inside Yagami Yue’s mind.
“The system?”
“Is this…
my cheat?”
Yagami Yue’s eyes immediately lit up.
Soon, a stream of information entered his mind, allowing him to understand the functions of the Character Card System.
Simply put, at the beginning of every month, as well as during major traditional festivals in the shinobi world, the system would provide him with one opportunity to draw a card.
The cards could contain characters from all kinds of fictional worlds.
As long as Yagami Yue obtained one of these character cards, he could perfectly inherit that character’s abilities.
For example, if he drew a card for Hashirama Senju, he would possess Hashirama’s complete strength.
Wood Release would be at his command, Sage Mode could be activated at will, and his chakra reserves would be overwhelming.
And the cards weren’t limited to Naruto characters.
Characters from One Piece, Bleach, and other fictional worlds could also be drawn.
More importantly, these cards were permanent.
They weren’t temporary boosts.
“Ding…
You have received a Newcomer Gift: [1 Character Card Draw].
Would you like to begin the draw?”
Yagami Yue was delighted.
It really was like someone had delivered a pillow just when he was feeling sleepy.
He was about to be sent to the battlefield, and what he lacked most right now was strength.
This draw had come at exactly the right time.
“Draw.”
“Ding…
Draw successful.
Congratulations!
You have obtained the [One Piece — Roronoa Zoro] Character Card.”
A card suddenly appeared in Yagami Yue’s hand.
There was an image of a man on it.
Green hair.
Three swords.
That familiar hot-blooded swordsman, hopeless sense of direction, and man whose greatest companions were his blades—
Roronoa Zoro.
“It’s him!”
Yagami Yue was ecstatic.
Zoro’s strength was extraordinarily powerful.
One-Sword Style.
Two-Sword Style.
Three-Sword Style.
Observation Haki.
Armament Haki.
Every one of them was formidable.
With Zoro’s abilities, why should he fear the battlefield?
As long as he didn’t encounter a Kage-level shinobi or some other monstrous powerhouse, he should be able to move freely across the battlefield.
“Would you like to use this character card?”
“Use it…”
Yagami Yue couldn’t wait to experience Zoro’s abilities.
After returning home, he shut the door behind him while enduring the malicious gazes of the villagers outside.
“You’re back, my son?”
“Yes, Mother.”
Yagami Yue looked at the exhausted woman before him.
Her hair had turned completely white overnight, and her face was haggard from crying.
He couldn’t help but sigh.
He returned to his room.
“A sword…”
Yagami Yue immediately took the sword hanging on the wall.
The blade was 108 centimeters long and weighed 9.8 jin.
It had been forged from high-grade refined iron and was sharp enough to cut through hair with ease.
His father had commissioned a master smith to forge it when he was promoted to jōnin.
It was far superior to an ordinary weapon.
Its name was Yukimi, and his father, the jōnin, had treasured it dearly.
Although Yagami Yue was only seven years old, people in the shinobi world generally matured early.
He had entered the Ninja Academy at the age of five, and two and a half years had already passed since then.
Although he hadn’t learned many ninjutsu techniques, he had spent considerable time training his chakra and physical abilities.
The sword’s 9.8-jin weight and 108-centimeter length placed no burden on him whatsoever.
Click…
He slowly drew Yukimi.
The blade slid against the scabbard, producing a clear and pleasant metallic sound.
Clang!
The sword was fully drawn.
The blade was snow-white, while the back of the blade was black.
Beautiful grain patterns ran through the steel—something that could only be produced through the skill of a master smith.
The moment the sword entered his hand…
Yagami Yue felt as though Roronoa Zoro had suddenly awakened within him.
The experience of countless techniques flooded into his mind.
One-Sword Style: Flying Dragon Blaze.
One-Sword Style: Iai — Lion’s Song.
Thirty-Six Pound Phoenix.
Seventy-Two Pound Phoenix.
One Hundred and Eight Pound Phoenix.
One technique after another.
Their experience, principles, and execution seemed to flow naturally into his consciousness.
Suddenly—
Yagami Yue tightened his grip around the hilt.
He returned the sword to its scabbard.
Then he took a single step forward.
Silence.
Everything around him seemed to fall completely still.
Clang!
He drew his sword.
Yagami Yue shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The movement was so fast that even the flash of the blade could not be seen.
Yagami Yue swung his sword forward.
A sword slash instantly shot out with the blade’s movement.
CRACK!
The wooden house in front of him was instantly torn open.
A two-meter-long gash appeared across the wooden wall.
The cut was smooth and perfectly clean.
One-Sword Style: Iai — Lion’s Song!
This was the technique Zoro had comprehended during his battle against Mr.
1.
A technique capable of cutting through steel.
Among Zoro’s techniques, it was a move specifically designed for cutting.
With nothing more than the words—
“Draw.”
—its power erupted with the speed of lightning.
An opponent could not see through the movement.
They couldn’t even see the flash of the blade.