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Visit our Patreon for more: patreon.com/Johnwick007 Extra Content Already Available. -------------------------------------------------------- The future seemed destined to unfold according to the original story, but I never anticipated the rise of a system based on descendants and clans. As long as Haruto continues to have more children and helps the Uchiha clan thrive, he receives all kinds of strange and powerful rewards. "Ah, for the sake of reviving the Uchiha clan! Look at me, sacrificing for the greater good!" "Konoha, Danzo, and the hesitant Third Hokage... Aren’t they the ones ostracizing the Uchiha? But once my descendants, the Uchiha Haruto line, are spread throughout the ninja world, who will be ostracizing whom, I wonder?" Years later, Uchiha Madara is resurrected. Just as he is about to unleash the Infinite Tsukuyomi, he gazes upon the streets filled with Sharingan users, utterly bewildered. "Wait... are all these people Uchiha?"
"Huh...?"
Haruto, still asleep, suddenly sensed something moving beside him. It felt like a person...
Having lived alone for twenty years without parents, he knew there shouldn't be anything breathing in his house besides mosquitoes and rats. Instantly alert, Haruto opened his eyes and found himself lying on an unfamiliar tatami. Next to him was a woman in a gauzy kimono, gazing at him lovingly.
Everything around him was strange.
"What the hell?"
"This must be a dream! Finally, after so long, I get a good one!"
Excited by the thought, he rolled over, ready to indulge in his dream, but just as he was about to succeed, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
**Ding, congratulations, host, you've successfully crossed into the Ninja Realm. Would you like to bind...?**
"Bind what?! Can't you see I'm busy? Go away!"
**Uh...Hehe, not bad. I chose the right person...**
Haruto ignored the intrusive voice in his mind. He only knew this was a dream, and nothing could surprise him now!
And so, Haruto carried on with his activities...
In a daze, the dawn broke.
"Huh..."
As sunlight poured over him, Haruto lay on the tatami and sighed, "This dream feels too real. It's been going on for so long, and I still haven't woken up..."
Though reluctant, Haruto knew it was time to wake up. After all, dreams are dreams, and reality's burdens still awaited him.
Closing his eyes, he expected to wake up in his own bed, but when he opened them again, everything remained the same.
"What the hell? Why haven't I woken up yet?!"
**Hehe...This isn't a dream. This is reality...**
"What? Who's laughing? Who's there?"
**As a time traveler, I'm naturally your system~**
"Huh? I traveled through time?"
At that moment, a flood of memories surged into Haruto's mind.
This was Konoha Village, in the ninja world. He was now an 18-year-old member of the Uchiha clan, named Uchiha Haruto.
Despite bearing the Uchiha name, he was the black sheep of the clan, inheriting only a handsome face while possessing little talent or strength—worse than even a typical Genin.
At 18, he hadn't unlocked even a single tomoe in his Sharingan and didn't know basic Fire Release ninjutsu. He was the lowest of the low, an embarrassment to the clan.
What his clan disapproved of most, however, was Haruto's peculiar hobby—something Uchiha men had never been known for.
He was even worse than Jiraiya in that regard!
But despite that, Haruto was still quite popular, thanks to his charming appearance.
Haruto glanced at the woman beside him, and the memories surrounding her came rushing back.
This woman! She was one of Danzo's hidden operatives in Konoha, and she was infatuated with Haruto. Given Danzo's age...
"...!"
"No, no, I need to get out of here! If Danzo finds me, I'll be dead in seconds! I can't fight him!"
Hastily getting dressed, Haruto slipped out of the house while no one was watching and sprinted toward the Uchiha clan's quarters.
Halfway there, a young woman spotted him and rushed over, throwing her arms around him.
"Thank goodness you're alive, Haruto! I thought I'd never see you again..."
Other women nearby overheard and hurried over with tearful faces, surrounding Haruto.
"Haruto, something terrible happened to the Uchiha clan! You must be heartbroken, but don't worry—I'll be with you from now on, as long as you want..."
"My dear, are you okay? Let me check your abs—no, I mean, let me see if you're injured."
"..."
Haruto, confused and overwhelmed by the women's affection, suddenly recalled the events from his memories.
If he hadn't been so exhausted from last night, he might have been tempted to indulge further.
Pulling his clothes tight, he asked, "Wait, wait, hold up! Why are you all crying like it's a funeral? What happened?"
The women stopped in their tracks, their hands freezing mid-motion.
"Huh? Haruto, don't you know? The Uchiha clan was attacked last night, wiped out by traitors!"
"Yeah, it's true! I even saw the aftermath this morning—it was a disaster, but thank goodness you're alive!"
Haruto's face went pale.
This sounded like the infamous Uchiha clan massacre.
As someone who'd watched Naruto, Haruto knew that Danzo had a hand in orchestrating it all. He never imagined that while he was off indulging, he'd accidentally avoided being a part of it.
How strange!
Just as Haruto started to feel a twisted sense of relief, three black-robed Anbu appeared before him, their voices cold and disdainful:
"Your name is Uchiha Haruto, correct? Come with us."
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