The world of a ninja is cruel—either you die, or I do. Even in this so-called time of peace, enemies with hidden agendas are always lurking.
Having been a die-hard fan of Naruto in his previous life, Uchiha Matsuzaki knew this truth all too well.
It had been a year since his arrival in this world. Today marked the first time Uchiha Matsuzaki killed someone in order to protect himself. His hands were still trembling slightly.
"Is living so hard for you people? Why target me, of all people—a transmigrator?"
"Looking back, if I didn't have a golden finger, I really would've died here today!"
Matsuzaki muttered to himself as he looked at the still-warm corpse on the ground.
"I still don't know who these people are, but I heard them mention a mission… Maybe they were trying to infiltrate Konoha."
"Whatever the case, this place is dangerous. Someone might show up at any moment."
"Time to bounce."
After speaking, Matsuzaki cleaned up the steel wires he had used and quickly left the scene.
Ten minutes later—
Three or four figures appeared at the site.
"Sir, Number 7 and Number 4 are both dead."
"The cuts are clean, about three to four centimeters deep. We couldn't find the weapon used. Cause of death: severed arteries."
A masked ninja carefully inspected the corpses and then reported to a tall, burly man.
"I see. You all clean up the bodies."
"Things are getting interesting. I can already smell the familiar blood... Seems like Konoha really does have someone who can save us now."
"Hehehe..."
The burly man grinned coldly, staring toward the direction Matsuzaki had fled.
"Sir, cleanup complete."
"Retreat."
At that moment, the group vanished, leaving behind only signs of a recent skirmish.
As Matsuzaki approached the outskirts of the village, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine—a deep sense of danger.
"What is this feeling? Like someone's watching me. That chill down my back—could they be here to clean up the scene?"
Remaining on high alert, he scanned his surroundings.
After a while, seeing no suspicious activity, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Ding!
"Host, please check in at the first storefront on Third Street."
"What the—? A mission this late at night?"
"They already gave me a god-tier weapon today. This must be another amazing reward… sigh."
He sighed, then started walking slowly toward the check-in location.
"Third Street, first shop... This is it."
Ding!
"Beginning check-in... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5—"
"Check-in successful. Reward: Three-Tomoe Sharingan!"
Matsuzaki's jaw nearly hit the ground when he heard the reward. Two sign-ins in one day, and both netted him divine-level gear.
"Sharingan? And it's already three tomoe?"
He muttered, his lips trembling.
"Holy crap! I'm way too lucky today! So this is the world seen through the Sharingan?"
The motion of sand grains in the street, the chakra flows of every passerby—everything was crystal clear.
"This is the Uchiha clan's Kekkei Genkai... With three tomoe now, it won't be long before I evolve it even further!"
"By then—Mangekyō, Izanagi, Izanami… they'll all be within reach."
Matsuzaki deactivated the Sharingan and grinned.
Today, Uchiha Matsuzaki was in high spirits. Two sign-ins, and he got the Scythe of Death and the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. His luck was off the charts!
After buying a few things, he strolled back home.