“Sigh… I’ve actually ended up in a world like this. I wonder whether I’ve been favored by the Goddess of Fortune or played a cruel prank on the Goddess of Misfortune.”
A child spoke with a slightly gloomy expression, a hint of displeasure in his voice.
His name was Ruofeng, a child who looked no more than four or five years old.
Ruofeng rested his chin in both hands as he sat in the quiet, elegant courtyard.
A small pond lay before him, and he was dressed in clothes that were clearly quite expensive.
It was the unmistakable symbol of a wealthy family.
And not merely an ordinary wealthy family, either.
His family was wealthy, powerful, and influential.
Ruofeng sighed.
“If I were on Earth, this lifestyle would make me a second-generation rich kid. But in this world, money isn’t enough. One wrong move, and I could be killed!”
With a faint sense of melancholy, Ruofeng couldn’t help looking into the distance.
There stood a mountain cliff with several stone faces carved into it.
“First, Second, Third… What about the Fourth? Why isn’t he there? The Third Hokage hasn’t been in office for very long, and the Second Great Ninja War has already entered a stalemate. No matter how I look at it, this era is miserable. After all, this is the period of the Second Great Ninja War in the Naruto world.”
“Although the war isn’t currently in its early stage of brutal slaughter, entering the middle stage of a prolonged stalemate isn’t exactly pleasant either. Considering my current age, if I become a shinobi, I’ll definitely be caught up in the final stages of the Second Great Ninja War. Even if I somehow survive that, I’ll still have to face the Third Great Ninja War!”
That’s right.
Ruofeng had transmigrated into the Naruto world.
He had originally been an ordinary person from Earth.
He wasn’t a shut-in or anything like that, but he could at least be considered a decent young man who contributed to society.
So how had he ended up in the Naruto world?
Even Ruofeng found it strange.
It was simply too absurd!
Ruofeng moved his hands away from his chin, and a trace of determination appeared on his childish face.
Ever since he was born, Ruofeng had realized that this was the Naruto world.
At the moment of his birth, he had seen those familiar scarlet eyes.
The sight had made it perfectly clear to him that unless someone had been wearing colored contact lenses, this could only be the Naruto world.
Although he had never seen those eyes again afterward, he had confirmed the truth through various pieces of information.
This was the Naruto world.
A real Naruto world.
It wasn’t an anime or manga from Earth.
This was a complete, living world, and naturally, there were many things here that were never shown in the original story.
Perhaps the manga showed you the passionate and exciting side of the shinobi world.
But what it didn’t show was how much had happened behind that seemingly glorious surface.
Ever since he was born, Ruofeng had understood that shinobi held an extremely high status in this world.
As long as someone possessed chakra, they were naturally considered superior to ordinary people.
Perhaps in Konoha, one could see civilians and shinobi living alongside each other.
But outside Konoha, or in other hidden villages, it was difficult to see such scenes.
In some hidden villages, shinobi might not bully civilians, but they still possessed an innate pride that placed them above ordinary people.
Outside the hidden villages, one would quickly understand that civilians were barely different from ants in the eyes of shinobi.
Of course, there were also different levels among shinobi.
Clans possessing Kekkei Genkai occupied the highest tier.
Clans with powerful secret techniques were also formidable.
Ordinary civilian-born shinobi, on the other hand, occupied the lowest tier.
Knowing all this, Ruofeng had never considered living an ordinary life.
Since he had come to the Naruto world, what else could he become if not a shinobi?
Moreover, if he didn’t become a shinobi now, surviving in Konoha later—when the village could be destroyed at any moment—would become extremely difficult.
Ruofeng didn’t want to place his fate in someone else’s hands.
His destiny had to remain in his own hands.
Unfortunately, Ruofeng was simply Ruofeng.
He had no clan surname, just like an ordinary civilian.
Although Ruofeng had an extremely wealthy grandfather on his mother’s side—one who controlled roughly two-thirds of Konoha’s hot spring business—he was still nowhere near the level of the major shinobi clans.
Still, Ruofeng had always felt that there was something special about his identity.
After all, when he was born, he had seen those scarlet eyes staring at him with faint hatred.
They had definitely been Sharingan.
Ruofeng didn’t know why those Sharingan had looked at him with hostility, but merely being connected to the Sharingan meant that his identity was unlikely to be ordinary.
As Ruofeng gradually grew older, he discovered that his parents had died when he was born.
The only family member he had left was his grandfather.
However, his grandfather never talked to him about shinobi or his parents.
He simply provided him with more than enough money and allowed Ruofeng to live a luxurious life.
This naturally made Ruofeng suspicious.
He had searched through the entire house but couldn’t find even the slightest trace of anything related to shinobi.
Originally, he had planned to use his enormous wealth to purchase some ninjutsu.
But he soon discovered that money couldn’t buy those so-called ninjutsu.
Unless he belonged to a major clan, the only way to come into contact with ninjutsu was to enter the Ninja Academy.
Ruofeng had originally considered spending money to hire some shinobi as teachers.
Unfortunately, not everyone had a prominent background like Konohamaru, who had a Jonin-level guardian looking after him from a young age.
Ruofeng had investigated the matter.
Hiring a Jonin as a personal teacher was practically impossible.
Even if he somehow managed to hire one, there was no guarantee that the shinobi would casually teach him ninjutsu.
At most, they might teach him the most basic techniques.
Those techniques could already be learned at the Ninja Academy.
They were nothing more than ordinary shuriken-throwing methods and the basic Three-Body Technique.
Beyond that, there was nothing.
If Ruofeng wanted to learn those things, he could simply enter the Ninja Academy.
There was no need to spend money buying them.
Of course, entering the Ninja Academy also depended on whether one possessed chakra.
Ruofeng had naturally thought about chakra.
But he knew that, more or less, everyone possessed some chakra within their bodies.
The real question was whether they could extract and cultivate it.
The chakra extraction method taught at the Ninja Academy was the most ordinary method available.
The major clans would never use such a method because each clan possessed its own unique chakra extraction techniques.
They were similar to cultivation manuals in martial arts stories—some were superior, while others were inferior.
Ruofeng was too proud to settle for an ordinary chakra extraction method.
Therefore, even though he was already five years old, he had yet to come into contact with ninjutsu.
Instead, he had merely asked his grandfather to find various medicinal herbs so that he could undergo simple medicinal baths.
Even the methods for those medicinal baths had been obtained from one of the major clans through considerable effort.
In simple terms, pursuing knowledge required wealth, while cultivating martial strength required even more.
This principle applied perfectly to the Naruto world as well.
The reason the shinobi from major clans were so powerful was that they underwent medicinal baths from a young age while also receiving secret techniques and specialized training.
Ordinary shinobi, meanwhile, mostly just learned how to throw shuriken.
That was the fundamental reason for the difference.
Of course, after entering the Ninja Academy, those with better potential would be placed into appropriate classes and eventually receive guidance from Jonin.
As they completed missions and continued to grow, once a Jonin felt that a student was ready, they would begin teaching them ninjutsu.
Some particularly outstanding genin would receive especially careful instruction from Jonin.
If they were lucky, they might even be taken on as personal disciples.