Chapter 1

(T/N: Be good and take out your brain as you are about to read another translation of a Chinese fan-fic. There will be some scenes that will make you want to throw your brain at the screen so please keep them locked up in the freezer so they don't suffer any damage.)

Konoha, the playground of the Ninja School.

Arata lazily leaned under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness, watching his classmates sweating in the sun with a pair of dead fish eyes that had no energy at all.

He is a time traveler.

One day ten years ago at a comic exhibition, Sun Goku, wearing a hooded cosplay, walked out of the exhibition hall and accidentally fell into the sewer, his tail still moving in the air. When he woke up again, he was inexplicably reincarnated into the war-torn world of Naruto. Not long after he was born, his mother was blown to pieces by a detonating talisman during a mission.

After he became an orphan 'again,' Arata was transferred to Konoha Orphanage to be raised. The sad thing is that he was already ten years old and still has not awakened the golden finger. From the initial expectations, anxiety, and sadness to the current indifference, Arata had already resigned himself to fate. 

Do time travelers have to be incredibly cool? Can't you lie down and be a salted fish? Do you really have to poke your nose in everything? Isn't it good for him to live an ordinary and unrestrained life like this every day? The task of peace in the ninja world must be completed by the savior of this world. An ordinary and handsome civilian ninja like him would be done with living his whole life.

"Arata, you are indeed here."

Walking toward him was also a young man with a lazy temperament. He had a pineapple head and his eyelids were only half open. He was none other than Arata's classmate, Nara Shikamaru.

"Well, it's too hot." Arata waved his hand in response and said, "I don't want to move at all."

"Indeed." Shikamaru nodded in agreement and sighed, "I really can't understand why Iruka-sensei has to choose such a hot day for the actual combat test, and I can't understand why those guys can fight at such a time. They act like they have been injected with chicken blood."

The "those guys" Shikamaru mentioned were the other students in the class. They gathered in a circle to cheer loudly for their friends. Of course, the one with the loudest voice was "Sasuke." He has a handsome face, a cold demeanor, and a genius BUFF. The little girls couldn't control themselves when they saw his face, their eyes practically glued to him. Naturally, many boys were envious and jealous of this, one of them was none other than Naruto, who could only bite his lip while looking at the popular guy.

Shikamaru and Arata were the only exception in the whole class who did not feel such emotions. This lazy duo both thought that girls were troublesome, and they would rather stay away from them.

"This is youth, Shikamaru-san." Arata put his arms behind his head and said leisurely, "Youth full of passion is just like the grand scene in front of us."

"Youth? Then what are we two?" Shikamaru asked doubtfully.

"We are just two people who entered old age life ahead of schedule," Arata replied without any hesitation.

"Nara Shikamaru, Kobayashi Arata, it's your turn!" Teacher Iruka's loud voice came from afar, putting a stop to their peaceful time.

"Tsk, now we are going to be young again!" Shikamaru looked unhappy, clearly unwilling to move from his spot.

"It doesn't matter, let's just end it quickly." Arata patted his butt as he stood up, dusting off the dirt, and walked toward the center of the playground casually.

"Arata, Shikamaru! You two have to work hard!" Naruto, who was beaten to the point he was left with a bruised nose and face, yelled loudly, maybe fearing that others wouldn't know that this pair of slackers were his friends.

"They are opponents now, who are you going to cheer for?" The chubby Akimichi Choji standing next to him asked curiously.

Naruto thought for a moment, pointed at his face, and replied, "I will support whoever will end up like me."

…

The students were silent for a while, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch slightly. Okay, okay, if I don't become as bruised and swollen as you, I don't count as your friend, right? The way a buddy recognizes his friends is really unique!

"Are these two guys really good at actual combat?" Haruno Sakura murmured in a low voice. While speaking, she started frowning before adding, "I think I have never seen these two in actual combat since I have known them."

"Hey! Now that you put it like that, I am looking forward to their match!" Yamanaka Ino, standing next to her, said with wide eyes, looking at the two boys intently.

'That Arata has a slightly different temperament. He doesn't act like other kids his age,' Sasuke, who had his hands in his pockets, thought cautiously. Just like Haruno Sakura said, these two people have not participated in any actual combat tests since the day they entered school. No one in the entire class can figure out their exact strength; all they know about them is their usual laziness.

Just then, Arata's expression changed; his lazy temperament suddenly became a bit sharp, which made Sasuke feel that the boy was not simple. 'Could he be hiding his strength?'

"Start!"

As their teacher Iruka's mouth moved, Arata's pair of dead fish eyes shifted to normal immediately, as if he was finally getting serious. Just like the strong characters in the comics, they usually act all lazy and indifferent, but when they really take action, it shocks everyone.

"Hey! This guy Arata is actually pretty handsome when he's not in such a dead-eyed state?" Yamanaka Ino blinked and said in surprise, "He doesn't look any worse than Sasuke, right?"

"It's really..." Haruno Sakura subconsciously nodded in agreement, but then she quickly reacted and shook her head. "Wait! This is impossible, Sasuke will be number one forever!"

"It's true that Sasuke is No. 1, but Arata is not bad either! It can only be said that they have different styles; both of them have their own merits!" Yamanaka Ino felt that she was making a fair evaluation, but her friend was blinded by her affection for the broody boy who doesn't even know they exist.

Not paying attention to the argument between the two nymphos, Arata muttered under his breath with sharp eyes as he raised his right hand high, "Ninja Technique: Starry Star Technique!"

Thud!

The dust from the ground instantly covered Shikamaru's eyes and face. Instinctively, the pineapple-headed boy covered his eyes with a scream. Arata took advantage of this good opportunity to go up and hit the target with a "pussy kick."

Shikamaru, who had his eyes covered, was completely unprepared. When the kick connected, he fell to the ground without any surprise, his body twitching as he pressed his hands between his legs.

The whole place went silent. The boys shivered in fear while the girls blushed, with some of them twinkling as if they had discovered something new and alluring.

Teacher Iruka was also having a hard time commenting on this duel. The corners of his mouth twitched as he helped Shikamaru up. "Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay."

Shikamaru crossed his legs, and the intense pain from the kick had eased a little. He gritted his teeth and looked at his friend with blame, but the other party was winking at him at the same time.

[Arata: Look, didn't I say that I would end it soon.]

[Shikamaru: What the fuck...]

[Arata: Don't be angry; I'll treat you to a barbecue tonight.]

[Shikamaru: I want the deluxe version!]

Although he was very angry, the deluxe version of barbecue still made Shikamaru forget the pain. The two of them put their arms around each other again and left the playground of the Ninja School under the watchful eyes of many subtle eyes.

"Arata-kun..."

Among these subtle looks, only a short-haired girl with white eyes was looking at Shikamaru with envy. If only Arata-kun was supporting her like that; she would be willing to get hurt by the same kick...

The little girl's face slowly turned red, smoke starting to come out of her face. She quickly shook her head to drive this strange thought out of her mind.

At dusk on the Western Mountain, the setting sun covered the sky with blood color.

In one of Konoha's BBQ restaurants, Shikamaru was eating heartily. This friend of his was very stingy, it's not easy to make him spend money. What's more, he was actually injured by the same friend, so Shikamaru did not feel even a shred of shame or guilt as he ate the luxurious meat.

On the other hand, Arata was frowning at this time, looking straight at the air in front of him. The chopsticks holding the barbecue in his hands did not reach his mouth for a long time, as if he had been immobilized.

A glittering screen that only he could see appeared in front of Arata.

[Welcome to the love life option system; this system will serve you wholeheartedly.]

System? Golden finger? Did the kick do the magic? Should I have kicked Shikamaru's balls long ago?

After ten years,

 my golden finger finally arrived!

But…

Why is it a love life option? Why do you want to have a sweet and warm love in this world where killing and being killed is as common as breathing?

What a defective system! Who should I complain to? Was I the wrong product?