Is This System Actually Legit?

Was this system actually legit?

Any normal person, upon hearing that opening line, would probably have that question—one capable of affecting the rest of their life—pop into their head.

Sahara Mizu, as the person involved, was no exception. Like some poor bastard desperately clutching at a lifeline, he frantically jabbed at the system panel.

Fortunately, the system panel that appeared before him looked unexpectedly normal.

"Personal Information"

"Name: Sahara Mizu"

"Age: 15"

"Talent: Photographic Memory (B), Kekkei Genkai (A)"

"Abilities: Water Release (A), Lightning Release (A+), Fire Release (B), Taijutsu (B+), Genjutsu (A), Fuinjutsu (D+), Ninja Tool Proficiency (C+)"

"Overall rating: B+"

"Heart Points: 0"

"System Evaluation: At your age and with this level of strength, how can you still sleep?! If you can't stuff the entire Ninja World full of cream puffs, the hardworking Fourth Raikage's four generations will come stuff you full of cream puffs one after another. Do you understand the seriousness of the situation, ya?!"

Ignoring that somewhat unnecessary evaluation, the panel's contents were quite concise.

Talents and abilities were easy enough to understand. If the overall rating referred to combat strength, then a "B+" was probably equivalent to rising-generation Jonin like the young Kakashi Hatake or Neji Hyuga of later years, or some relatively outstanding Special Jonin—Sahara Mizu had a fairly clear understanding of his own limits.

If that was the case, then a "B" should be equivalent to a Special Jonin, while an "A" represented the combat strength of an ordinary Jonin?

The only thing worth paying attention to was the "Heart Points."

Sahara Mizu thought for a moment and tentatively touched that attribute with his consciousness.

There was no response.

Clearly, he could only figure out how to obtain these points on his own.

After closing the personal information panel, an option appeared on the previously blank screen.

"Targeted Wishing Pool"

"Available Draws: 1"

Compared to the personal information panel, the explanation for the wishing pool was much more detailed.

The contents obtainable from this wishing pool were divided into two categories: "Talents" and "Abilities." Before drawing, one could select a target category among "Breakthrough," "Survival," "Perception," and "Special," thereby obtaining an ability from any film or television work from his previous life.

The abilities obtained through draws could then be further upgraded using "Heart Points."

It was a rather game-like setup.

However, aside from the initial free draw given as a beginner's gift, all other draw attempts required consuming "Heart Knots."

Although Sahara Mizu did not yet know what these so-called "Heart Knots" were, the name itself gave him some clues—perhaps he needed to resolve the inner needs or troubles of people around him?

That was Sahara Mizu's guess.

Still, judging from his simple first impression of this system, Sahara Mizu felt that things did not seem so simple.

"Anyway, let's pull once first."

With the complicated feeling of life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor by heaven, Sahara Mizu tapped the draw option.

The first targeted category was not difficult to choose.

For fragile people like them, who would die from either a stab from a Kunai or a blast of Fire Release, nothing was more important than staying alive.

"Target: Survival"

"Cost: 1"

"Draw the fucking thing already!"

Under System Sister's stream of colorful profanity and Sahara Mizu's tense gaze, the blank screen flashed.

Even the most basic cheap visual effects had been skipped. A line of standard MS Mincho Japanese text appeared on the empty screen.

"Ability Obtained"

"Limitless Technique · First Stage · Six Eyes (S)"

"Information localization complete."

"Six Eyes: Possesses 360-degree ultra-long-range vision, the ability to sense chakra, see through Hand Seals, directly track/predict chakra flow, assist the holder in precise chakra control, and more."

"Consume Heart Points to upgrade."

"Ooh! Not bad."

"Just... why is it only part of it?"

The moment Sahara Mizu saw the ability he had drawn, he could not help but cry out. Unfortunately, his smile froze halfway across his face.

The Limitless Technique from Jujutsu Kaisen possessed the unique property of infinitely subdividing the space around its user, preventing any matter from touching their body and thus achieving "absolute defense."

It was Satoru Gojo 2.5's signature technique in the original work, perfectly fitting the requirements for survival.

Even in the Naruto World, few Ninjutsu could break it. The only two with any real threat were the Space-Time Ninjutsu Flying Thunder God Technique and the Mangekyo Sharingan Technique Kamui.

But if he only had part of it...

He was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Now that he had transmigrated, who would not want their cheat ability to be even stronger?

Sahara Mizu sighed inwardly.

Just as he thought that, all the text on the panel appeared.

Almost at the same instant.

"Buzz."

Sahara Mizu's entire brain was suddenly crammed full of new information.

In an instant, his thoughts came to a halt.

If someone had been standing before him at that moment, they would have seen his azure pupils abruptly expand, as though countless fragments of starlight had been scattered within them, their divine radiance startling.

At that moment, his gaze suddenly crossed countless obstacles. Like the Hyuga Clan's Byakugan, it gave him a three-dimensional, 360-degree field of vision without blind spots. Passing through the surrounding walls, bricks, tiles, and curtains, he looked directly toward places several kilometers away.

Everything he saw was rendered in perfect detail.

An oden cart passing down a distant street, a 50-yen coin lying in the corner by a utility pole, a training Kunai someone had left behind at the training grounds, birds nesting in the forest, fish leaping from the river at that very moment, a female ninja who had padded herself with three layers to pretend she had giant breasts.

Even though his brain still retained some semblance of reason, the countless sights flooding his vision gave him a sudden illusion of omniscience, as though he were a god looking down from on high.

Everything within his sight was crystal clear.

At that moment, Sahara Mizu actually understood the seemingly unprovoked arrogance the Hyuga clan members displayed in the eyes of others.

—I can see exactly how many moles your wife has, and you dare oppose me?!

What an incredible bunch.

But before his vision could spread any farther outward—

A violent, stabbing pain suddenly struck his brain.

Immediately afterward, his eyes felt as though they had been pierced by needles. His vision went dark and rapidly shrank back to the range of an ordinary person's sight.

"Guh..."

Sahara Mizu dropped to his knees, clutching his temples with both hands as he gasped for breath.

Damn it. He had been careless.

Though his mind was still muddled and his consciousness was far from clear, he quickly realized where the problem lay.

The equipment was not compatible.

His brain could not keep up with the Six Eyes' information-gathering ability.

It was like pairing a Pentium 4 processor, a major release from 2000, with an RTX 4060 Ti running at full power.

If it did not burn out on the spot, it was only because you had poured enough cold water into it.

After resting for a long while, the agony that felt as though it would wring the very juice from his brain finally began to fade.

Yet the smile on Sahara Mizu's face could not be suppressed at all.

No matter what, he had finally seen hope of escaping this damned undercover life.

He glanced at his personal panel.

"Overall rating: A↑"

Just as expected, he had risen from a strong Special Jonin to the average level among ordinary Jonin—perhaps even higher.

Though it looked as if there was only one step between them, in reality, it was a gap many people could never cross in their entire lives.

No matter the profession, the higher one climbed, the harder it became.

Konoha's Jonin were high-ranking members of the hidden village with the right to vote for the Hokage, and they had the authority to temporarily command Anbu members.

If he were in a weaker village like Sunagakure or Amegakure, he might even be comparable to some of the powerful figures who had earned names for themselves.

As Sahara Mizu considered this, his mind instead grew calmer and calmer.

He still needed to obtain more Heart Points.

Just as he was thinking about where to begin, his keen ears caught the sound of someone climbing the stairs.

"Big brother? Did something happen?" Before long, Sahara Yukie's worried voice sounded from outside the door. "I heard a loud thump just now. Are you okay?"

"Mm, I'm fine."

Sahara Mizu had just been about to brush her off when he suddenly remembered something and pushed himself to his feet on weak legs.

Opening the door, he saw Yukie holding a plate of cut fruit, a worried little expression furrowed across her sweet face.

"Sorry for making you worry." Seeing how concerned she looked, Sahara Mizu smiled apologetically. "I overused my chakra a little while ago and got slightly exhausted."

"Big brother, you need to be more careful too!"

Only after seeing that he was indeed unharmed did Yukie quietly let out a breath of relief. Turning sideways, she squeezed into his room with the fruit plate in hand, though she still lectured him like a little housekeeper. "Practicing new Ninjutsu at home? If you blow up your room, we don't have the money to repair it. Then big brother will have no choice but to sleep in the same bed as me."

The girl set down the fruit plate, turned around, and bared her teeth and claws as she pretended to be some creepy old man. With a wicked little grin, she said, "When that happens, even if I make a move on Mizu, it'll all be because big brother deliberately tempted me into making that mistake!"

"Seriously? We're siblings who depend on each other."

"That's exactly why it has to be siblings!"

Even as Sahara Yukie spouted such outrageous nonsense, she looked completely justified, her little lips puckered high.

"Thunk."

So her little head received another flick.

"Those third-rate erotic novels hidden under your bed really should have been confiscated sooner." Sahara Mizu spoke slowly. "Reading that kind of thing at your age is indeed too early for you."

"Eh! H-how did you know?" A horrified expression immediately appeared on Yukie's face.

"Big brother knows everything." Mr. Sahara looked thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Wait a second!"

"I object! This is domestic violence!"

Sahara Yukie angrily raised her little face, both hands covering her forehead. "And here I was cutting fruit for you and making tasty—Mizu, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Her voice abruptly stopped halfway through.

The moment she looked up, Yukie noticed that her older brother's eyes seemed somewhat different from before, as though they were flickering with light.

Yet she could not quite explain what was different about them.

At the same time.

Sahara Mizu was likewise staring intently at Yukie's little head as it swayed from side to side, carefully looking at the white label that had lit up above it.

"Shallow Heart Knot"