ninja with no system

In the 31st year since the founding of Konoha by the legendary duo, the First Hokage Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara, the village is alive with vibrant decorations. The atmosphere is filled with excitement and anticipation as the entire community celebrates the coronation of the esteemed Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen. Known as the teacher of the legendary Sannin and revered as the "Professor of Ninjutsu," Hiruzen's ascension marks a momentous occasion for the village.

Amidst the jubilant festivities, a heart-wrenching scene unfolds in front of the Konoha orphanage. An old woman, the compassionate head of the orphanage, notices a small, innocent baby nestled in a basket. This sight is nothing new to her, as she has seen numerous abandoned children over the years. Deep in thought, she decides to bestow upon this precious child a name, and thus, "Kuro" is chosen.

Kuro slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself thrust into the perilous world of Naruto. Taking in his surroundings, he realized that the living conditions in this unfamiliar room were far from ideal. Remembering what he knew about his parents, Kuro understood that they did not possess any special bloodline abilities or powerful techniques. but apperance was on point from what i can see i was just too cute

Time skipped ahead five years, during which Kuro's existence revolved around the mundane routines of the orphanage. Days passed with nannies changing his diapers and him feigning playtime with the other children. However, amidst the facade of childish innocence, Kuro couldn't help but observe the looming figure of Konoha's enigmatic and dangerous individual, Shimura Danzo.

Every five years, Danzo made his way to the orphanage to handpick children for the secretive organization known as Root. Due to the opposition from numerous clans and families who accused Danzo of stealing their children, he could only select those who had been abandoned and left without protection. Kuro, aware of this scheme, realized that his chance for survival in this world depended on making the most of his circumstances.

From what he had observed, Danzo sent his agents to assess the potential of the children by testing their ninja aptitude. While Kuro had not been blessed with the advantages bestowed upon the Uchiha clan, he recognized that his transmigration into this world presented an opportunity he must seize in order to survive.

Meanwhile, from the perspective of the ninja conducting the chakra tests, hours slipped away as each child was evaluated. Disappointingly, only five children exhibited any signs of chakra, the vital life force that empowered shinobi. Amongst them, Kuro stood as the final candidate for examination. With little expectation for anything extraordinary, the ninja motioned for Kuro to extend his hand. To the astonishment of everyone present, including Kuro himself, it was revealed that his chakra levels surpassed that of an average civilian child, albeit falling short of the exceptional prowess exhibited by those born into renowned shinobi clans.

Following some deliberation, a decision was reached to select all five children. Even if they proved to be of limited use, they would ultimately be cast aside. The fate of these young souls now lay in the hands of the enigmatic Root organization.

In Kuro's perspective, as the ninja escorted him away, his consciousness began to fade. Soon, he discovered that they had drugged him and the other selected children to prevent them from discerning the secret location of their destination. Awakening once more, Kuro found himself in a sterile laboratory, bewildered by the unfamiliar surroundings. Uncertain of what awaited them, they were instructed to prepare themselves for testing the following day. The anticipation and trepidation swirled within Kuro as he contemplated the challenges that lay ahead and the uncertain future that awaited him in this daunting new world

The next day, anxiety and apprehension kept me awake, preventing me from getting a good night's sleep. With a heavy heart, I rose early in the morning, knowing that something momentous was about to happen. As I made my way to the training area, a mix of anticipation and fear coursed through my veins. Upon arrival, I was greeted by the sight of thirty children, all of them around my age, standing in formation on the podium. We were about to face the selection process for Root, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Root ninja, accompanied by the enigmatic figure of Danzo, made their entrance. Danzo, a shadowy presence in Konoha, had long been acquiring exceptional talents for his organization, even as the popularity of Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, soared due to his association with the legendary Tsunade and Orochimaru. Setting aside these thoughts, Danzo's voice cut through the air, his words delivered in a low tone that carried an air of finality. "Out of all the children present here today, only five will be chosen for chakra training. The rest shall meet their demise."

His announcement sent shockwaves through the crowd, eliciting cries of disbelief and fear. There were children as young as five years old among us, yet Danzo showed no remorse or concern for their tender age. He declared that the test would commence in five minutes, explaining that we would be thrust into the treacherous depths of the forest, where chakra-infused creatures roamed freely. Our task? To survive alone amidst these dangers for ten grueling days, with permission to eliminate fellow candidates if necessary.

The magnitude of the situation sank in, leaving everyone stunned and questioning the sanity of such an ordeal. Even I, Kuro, found myself dumbfounded by the audacity of Konoha's darkness. How could they expect children as young as us to endure such trials? Yet, beneath my disbelief, a twinge of worry gnawed at me. I knew deep down that my strength was lacking, both in this world and in my previous life on Earth, where I had been nothing more than a regular office worker. The odds were stacked against me, and the path ahead seemed treacherous and uncertain.

As the last day dawned, hunger had become an ever-present companion to Kuro and the remaining survivors. Their gaunt faces and weakened bodies bore witness to the merciless trials they had endured. Desperation hung in the air, driving them to the brink of sanity.

Kuro knew that the time for passive survival had come to an end. The forest had shown no mercy, and neither could he. With the knife clenched tightly in his small hand, he set out with a newfound determination. Every step was a testament to his will to live, to defy the odds stacked against him.

In the midst of the forest, the other candidates had succumbed to their darkest instincts. They became predators, preying upon one another in a battle for sustenance. Fear and hunger transformed them into ruthless beings, shedding their innocence like discarded skins.

As the day wore on, cries of pain and desperation echoed through the trees. The forest became a haunting symphony of suffering, a testament to the depths humanity could descend to when pushed to its limits. Kuro witnessed the brutal acts unfold before his eyes, his heart heavy with a mix of revulsion and empathy.

With the sun hanging low on the horizon, Kuro found himself faced with a harrowing decision. He had encountered a group of survivors, weakened and barely clinging to life. Their eyes held a plea, a silent desperation for salvation. Kuro knew that helping them would mean dividing the meager resources even further, jeopardizing his own chances of survival.

As the day wore on, the forest became a macabre theater of suffering, each anguished cry punctuating the air. The weight of desperation pressed heavily upon Kuro's heart as he bore witness to the brutal acts unfolding before his eyes. The survival instinct, like a dormant beast, stirred within him, battling against his empathy and reason.

With the sun casting long shadows upon the forest floor, Kuro found himself at a crossroads. Before him stood a group of survivors, their bodies frail and their spirits broken. Their eyes beseeched him for salvation, their silent plea tugging at the frayed edges of his conscience. But deep within, a voice whispered, urging him to make the ruthless choice necessary for his own survival.

Kuro's mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The moral compass within him trembled under the weight of his impending decision. Could he forsake his own humanity and choose a path stained with the blood of others? Would he succumb to the darkness that lurked within his own heart?

In that pivotal moment, Kuro locked eyes with one of the survivors—a child, no older than himself. In those desperate eyes, he saw his own reflection. He saw the fragility of life and the shared vulnerability that bound them all. For a brief moment, compassion wrestled with self-preservation, creating an internal tempest that threatened to consume him.

But as the sun sank lower, casting long shadows across the forest, the harsh reality of their situation pressed upon Kuro's shoulders. Survival demanded sacrifices, and sentimentality could be a cruel master. The struggle within him reached its climax, and a feral resolve took hold.

With a heavy heart and a trembling hand, Kuro made his decision. In a swift, decisive motion, he unleashed the blade from his grasp. The metallic glint in the fading sunlight signaled the irrevocable choice he had made. One by one, he struck down the survivors, their feeble protests falling upon deaf ears.

As the forest floor grew slick with crimson, Kuro's breaths came in ragged gasps. The weight of his actions settled upon him like a shroud of darkness. The path he had chosen was steeped in blood, forever altering the course of his own humanity.