The stale, sterile air of the academy classroom pressed against Sasuke's skin, a stark contrast to the swirling chaos within his mind. He blinked, the unfamiliar ceiling tiles coming into focus. It wasn't his ceiling. It wasn't his room.
A jolt of panic, cold and sharp, pierced through him. He saat upright, the wooden chair creaking beneath him. Around him some familiar faces of his graduating class – Naruto, Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru – buzzed with the nervous energy. The day of team assignments.
He remembered...he remembered dying. A freak accident, some convoluted mess of metal and sparks. Then, nothing. And now, this.
A transparent screen flickered into his vision, a stark, digital overlay on the familiar scene.
(Name : Sasuke Uchiha)
(Age : 13 )
(Chakra Reserves : 2336/2336 [Genin] )
(Chakra Control : 23% )
(Ninjutsu : Adept )
(Genjutsu : Novice )
(Taijutsu : Adept )
(Shurikenjutsu : Adept )
(Sharingan : 10/25 [Level 1] )
He stared, dumbfounded. A system?
The familiar ping of grief, a hollow ache in his chest, memories of original, reminded him of massacre. The Uchiha clan, gone. Itachi. The weight of it all settled, heavy and suffocating. But unlike the original Sasuke, the one inhabiting this shell, felt a strange detachment.
He looked around the classroom and glanced at Naruto, whose loud, boisterous energy filled the room. Sakura's infatuation was palpable, her eyes glued at him. Ino's competitive glare was equally intense.
Iruka-sensei stepped to the front, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Alright, settle down everyone."
The room quieted, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Sasuke watched, his mind racing. The system, the massacre, the revenge, the team assignments – he had to navigate this world, this reality, with a knowledge that wass both a blessiand a curse.
Iruka began calling out names, assigning teams." And team 7 : Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno and... Sasuke Uchiha."
The familiar sequence unfolded. Sakura's cheer, Naruto's groan. Then system screen flickered, but no missions, no rewards, just the static display of his stats.
He remember Kakashi Hatake, the copy ninja is Jonin Sensei of team 7. He knew Kakashi's reputation of being late, his enigmatic personality.
Then, another familiar scene began to unfold. Naruto, climbed into the desk. Sasuke, anticipating the clumsy maneuver, subtly shifted his weight, creating just enough space.
The push from behind, the desperate attempt to avoid the falling Naruto, and the near-miss of lips colliding. Instead of a kiss, Naruto simply fell forward, landing awkwardly on the desk, face inches from Sasuke.
Sakura and Ino, were both screamed in union, "Naruto" thier faces flushed with anger. They lunged with few other fangirls determined to punish Naruto for his "attempt" on Sasuke.
Sasuke watched the chaotic scene unfold, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He had avoided the accidental kiss, but the outcome was still the same. He was the center of attention, the object of their fervent desired.
Then Jonin instructors come and called thier teams, the students started to flied out. Sakura, however, lingered, her eyes fixed on Sasuke, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. Ino, despite having been assigned to a different team, also remained, her competitive spirit refusing to let Sasuke out of her sight.
The system's display flickered again. He focused, trying to glean any information. But it remained static, a silent, enigmatic presence.