“This world is truly sick.” Shu stared at the black wristwatch in his hand and let out a heavy sigh.
It was crudely made, looking like cheap junk from a street stall, but he knew it was far from an ordinary watch.
Just ten minutes ago, a man in tactical gear had charged at him screaming, brandishing an MP5 submachine gun with murderous intent.
Now, that man was a cold corpse, and this watch was looted straight from his body.
As a transmigrator and a former hardcore military enthusiast, Shu recognized the firearm instantly.
While firearms existed in this world, an exact replica of an Earth-made MP5 certainly did not.
There was only one explanation: that man was not from this world.
Shaking his head, he turned the cold, black device over in his hands.
It had a sleek screen, looking identical to the standard-issue Samsara watches from infinite-flow novels.
‘Look into my eyes, you crazy universe!
This is the Naruto world!
Why the hell are there Reincarnators here?!’ He rubbed his temples to quell his urge to rant, glancing down at the dead intruder.
The man had clearly been a complete novice with zero bodily enhancements, running in with a cheap submachine gun obviously aiming to harvest a Sharingan.
Crouching down, Shu patted the corpse’s cheek.
“Did you have water in your brain, brother?
A mere ordinary mortal trying to pick a fight with an Uchiha?” Even though Shu was twenty-six, stuck as a perpetual Genin, and had barely awakened a single Tomoe, he was still a certified shinobi.
Did this guy honestly think spraying a submachine gun could take down a ninja?
He had likely been abducted from some mundane, magicless world.
Still, unease gnawed at him.
If Reincarnators existed, did full squads exist too?
Were there veteran monsters tearing apart mechs with their bare hands, uncapping Genetic Locks at will?
‘Please don’t let it be the original Main God Space…
I can’t face Team Zhongzhou.’ He swiftly destroyed the corpse, eliminating every trace of evidence before taking a stroll around the neighborhood.
Having the mindset of a seasoned corporate drone, he possessed none of the typical Uchiha arrogance, making him quite popular in this district.
“Yo, Shu-kun!
Getting off work early today?” called the dango vendor on the corner with a warm smile.
“Yeah, Uncle!
By the way, I heard rumors during patrol about a suspicious guy in black clothing and short hair lurking around.
Seen any unfamiliar faces today?” Shu asked casually while buying a skewer of dango.
The vendor shook his head.
“None at all.
It’s just the usual regulars around here today.” Shu visited several other shops, dropping subtle inquiries.
After confirming that the unlucky intruder had arrived in Konoha alone, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
…
By the time Shu returned home, darkness had completely fallen.
Without bothering to turn on the lights, he sat on the tatami mat and stared at the watch on the table, pondering his next move.
It was Year 55 of Konoha.
In just one year, the clan’s most “filial son,” Uchiha Itachi, would stage his infamous clan massacre.
The thought of Itachi’s poker face made Shu frown involuntarily.
A man who could ruthlessly butcher his own parents wouldn’t bat an eye before slaughtering a distant clansman like Shu.
With his meager Genin skills, he wouldn’t even force Itachi to use a ninjutsu; he would simply be cut down in a single stroke.
In this brutal shinobi world, lacking strength meant being meat on a chopping board.
Frankly, starting off in this nightmare made him wish he had reincarnated as a ramen vendor.
At least a civilian didn’t have to fear the clan’s psychotic heir slitting their throat at night.
Could he defect from Konoha while there was still time?
That was pure fantasy.
As dark and corrupt as Konoha’s upper echelons were, the village remained the safest place in the shinobi world.
A lone Uchiha wandering outside was merely walking genetic material.
If Orochimaru caught him, he would be bred like livestock or dissected on a lab table.
This wasn’t modern society; human rights simply did not exist here.
Shu sighed and picked up the watch.
After weighing his options, only one path remained: become a Reincarnator.
Though the Main God Space seemed perilous, given how an unenhanced rookie had just been tossed here, he had no other choice.
At twenty-six, he was past the golden age of shinobi growth.
Standard training would cap him at Chunin at best, and in the later stages of this world, even Jonin were mere cannon fodder.
If he couldn’t gain power, he was as good as dead.
Rather than waiting for Itachi to harvest his life, taking a gamble in the Main God Space was far better.
Besides, if the Main God dropped a galactic emperor laughing ‘Ohohoho’ next, the whole world would be vaporized.
Gritting his teeth, he snapped the watch onto his wrist.
[Unclaimed Samsara Terminal detected…] [Rebinding in progress…
Binding successful.] [Welcome, Novice Reincarnator.
Serial Number: 10086.] Seeing the number, Shu’s mouth twitched.
“10086?
Well, that number certainly feels familiar!” Before he could dwell on it, the mechanical voice rang out again.
[Time remaining until next mission begins: 10 minutes.] “Ten minutes?!” His face darkened.
With no time to waste, he frantically gathered his gear, strapping on paper bombs, kunai, shuriken, soldier pills, and medical bandages.
[10] [9] [8] …
[0] [Time elapsed.
Teleportation sequence initiated.] A sudden, blinding flash of white light swallowed him whole, and he vanished from the room without a trace.
…
When Shu opened his eyes, a wave of disorientation washed over him.
Before his senses fully returned, he realized his right hand was grasping something remarkably soft and yielding.
He instinctively squeezed.
‘Huh?
Quite soft…
What is this?’ A soft moan sounded from beside him, jolting him wide awake.
Looking over, his eyes met a cascade of blonde hair, and glancing down, he saw an undeniably bountiful chest.
Shu fell completely speechless.
“Hiss…
I shouldn’t have had so much sake last night,” the woman muttered, rubbing her temples.
“Shizune, pour me some water…” Her words cut off abruptly.
Her eyes snapped open, locking dead onto Shu with a chilly sneer.
“Heh!
You’ve got quite the nerve, don’t you?
Daring to grope me!” Shu’s entire body froze instantly.
The iconic blonde hair, the diamond seal on her forehead, and that uniquely voluptuous figure renowned across the entire ninja world… ‘Isn’t this the mountain-peaked Princess Tsunade?!!!’ …