Naruto: You Call This Guy the Savior?!

Naruto: You Call This Guy the Savior?!

Author: Impure World Slime

Synopsis:

Keiichi is reborn back to the start of the Naruto story.

In his previous life, he played it safe to the extreme, surviving all the way from Naruto to Boruto.

Yet, when the Otsutsuki clan invaded, the entire Konoha was wiped off the map.

Reborn, he no longer plays it safe; he is going to let loose.

He will train Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, making them stronger than in his past life, so that even if Kaguya were to be resurrected, she would have to tuck tail and run.

He will mend regrets, prevent tragedies from repeating, ensure those who deserve to die meet their ends, and make the new Konoha great again.

By rewriting the plot, every change Keiichi makes earns him system rewards, causing his strength to skyrocket.

He lays plans in the shadows, turning up the heat on the Fourth Great Ninja War; what is Impure World Reincarnation compared to a chaotic dance of gods and demons that will breed a generation of monsters?

There is no need to wait for the Otsutsuki clan to arrive; it is time to unleash these indigenous people of the ninja world and give those extraterrestrial powerhouses a taste of true shock.

Peace in the ninja world?

No, our goal is the sea of stars.

"The ninjas of Konoha are truly lacking in manners," said an Otsutsuki with a censored eye area, wiping away sweat.

Already has a completed work of over a million words: Naruto: Konoha Life Starting from a Time Loop.

Chapter 1: The Interrogated Konoha Ninja

"Danzo, I swear in the name of the Third Hokage, I will never allow you to destroy Konoha!"

"Hiruzen, after all these years of friendship, do you still not understand me? How could I possibly do such a thing?!"

"How can you expect me to believe you now! I was wrong, wrong for over a decade! Before I die, this mistake must be corrected by my own hands!"

The two closest men, two sides of the same coin, launched their final battle, both having reached a resolution: one of them must die here today.

Behind them, thick smoke billowed and the sounds of slaughter soared; that was the Konoha they had spent their entire lives protecting.

The story was never meant to develop this way, and the reason for all of this must be traced back to two months ago...

Hokage Building, interrogation room.

"Name?"

"Keiichi."

"Surname?"

"...None."

"Age?"

"Just turned twelve."

"Parents' names?"

"I don't know... This is the fifth time already; how many more times do you intend to ask before you're satisfied?"

In the pitch-black room, a harsh light projected from high above beat down on the boy, casting a long, solitary shadow.

He sat there, his face pale and haggard, looking utterly exhausted, save for his eyes, which were frighteningly bright. From time to time, he licked his dry lips, his gaze fixed hungrily on the water glass placed on the table across from him.

Sitting opposite the table were two adult ninjas wearing animal masks; they were from the Konoha Anbu, belonging to the interrogation squad, as rigid as two blocks of stone, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"I ask, you answer. How many times you are asked is not your concern," the interrogator said in a flat tone.

"Hey, is this some kind of test? A test of our resistance to interrogation?"

"Heh, quite the imagination."

"Fine, regardless, even if you ask ten more times, my answer won't change," the boy named Keiichi said, his expression unchanging.

"That makes it even more interesting. Does that mean you all coordinated your stories beforehand?" The interrogator narrowed his eyes.

"If you are determined to find a fault, you will always find a pretext."

"Hmph! Tell us everything you know about the incident that occurred last Friday night."

"I have already repeated it countless times; how many more times must I repeat it before you are satisfied? Team 25 clearly performed a great service; we were the ones who discovered that sneaky Sand ninja spy. We have contributed to Konoha, yet I don't understand why I am still sitting here undergoing your interrogation!"

The boy, also wearing a Konoha forehead protector, looked deeply aggrieved.

However, the interrogator remained unmoved and asked calmly, "Who was the first to discover he was a spy?"

"Our team leader, Tatsuya."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Then who killed this spy?"

"It is I."

"Why did you kill him?"

"..."

The youth was speechless, looking at the two as if they were idiots.

"Speak!"

"They are enemies of Konoha. Isn't it only natural to kill him?"

"But in doing so, haven't you destroyed the evidence?" The interrogator spread his hands, a mocking smile on his face.

"There was no other way. His strength was formidable, nearing the level of a Jonin. With our squad's capabilities, there was no way to capture him alive. To kill him while only losing one person is already a stroke of extreme luck."

"Then do you know what his purpose was for lurking in Konoha?"

"How could I possibly know that?" Keiichi said helplessly. "The moment our captain exposed his identity, the battle erupted. We didn't exchange a single word until the moment we killed him."

Having experienced this life-or-death struggle, Keiichi almost questioned the authenticity of the Naruto manga. Why were the protagonists able to talk so much to the villains during combat? It was practically like a game.

The reality was that when facing a life-or-death struggle constantly shrouded in the shadow of death, with nerves pulled taut, there was no time to use "Talk no Jutsu"!

"Empty words are no proof. As it stands, the only ones who know the true extent of this man's strength are you members of Team 25, aren't they?"

"Are you suspecting us? What reason would we have to betray Konoha?" Keiichi looked incredulous.

"That's hard to say. It's possible you destroyed the body because of a dispute over the spoils."

As an interrogator, he had seen every bizarre case imaginable, so he naturally maintained a suspicious attitude toward everyone.

Keiichi looked up at the blinding lights. At first, the temperature of the light had been gentle, feeling warm on his skin, but as the interrogation dragged on, the heat pressing down on him became increasingly oppressive, to the point where it now felt like a scorching, burning pain.

Coupled with the constant recounting of the events, his throat was parched, his body was in a state of severe dehydration, and his craving for water was beginning to override his reason.

Yet, Keiichi had to be grateful for the other party's "restraint," because based on the interrogation knowledge he had learned at the Ninja Academy, the methods being used were "gentle." There were plenty of interrogation techniques a hundred times more brutal than this.

He could only conclude that since he was a Konoha ninja, they were holding back.

But if this continued, he couldn't guarantee he would be able to resist the craving for water and avoid saying something irrational.

"You could have completely determined the enemy's strength from the battle traces. This is a skill taught at the Ninja Academy. Does the Anbu not even know how to do that?" Keiichi countered.

"Indeed, and that is precisely why we discovered some interesting discrepancies, which is why you are sitting here being interrogated."

Hearing this, Keiichi remained expressionless, as if he had expected it.

What the two interrogators didn't know was that he had prepared these words long ago, and under his guidance, they had unknowingly accelerated the pace of the interrogation.

Only now was the real test beginning; everything before this had been a distraction, and they hadn't even touched on the main topic.

It was nothing more than a tactic to "break the hawk."

But if this hawk wasn't a harmless fledgling, it was hard to say who would break whom.

Seeing Keiichi remain silent, the other man urged impatiently, "If you confess honestly now, we can still treat you leniently. Don't wait until we find out the truth ourselves; the nature of the matter will be quite different then."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Then let me give you a hint. After surveying the battlefield, we discovered that someone used the ninjutsu [Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet]. You wouldn't happen to be suggesting that the Sand ninja used it, would you?" The interrogator sneered.

"He specialized in Earth Style ninjutsu, so naturally, it wasn't him." Keiichi answered without hesitation.

"Oh? I thought you were planning to pin the blame on a dead man who couldn't speak for himself." The interrogator sneered.

"I am merely stating the facts."

"Then, as an eyewitness to this battle, who exactly performed the [Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet]?" The interrogator narrowed his eyes.

"It was me. Is there a problem with that?" Keiichi admitted it openly.

He had never intended to hide it from the start, because he knew very well that his teammates would also be interrogated and couldn't possibly cover for him. It was better to just say it himself to avoid raising suspicion.

The subject's straightforward answer caught the two off guard; they hadn't expected it to be so easy to extract the information.

"So, you're admitting it?"

"What is there to deny? Is there a problem with me knowing this ninjutsu?" Keiichi looked puzzled.

"Hmph! Is there a problem? The problem is huge!"

The other man chimed in, "That's right. Why you know this ninjutsu is the biggest problem of all!"

It was truly incredible. Just because a youth had learned a simple ninjutsu, the Konoha Anbu had made such a fuss, even bringing in the Interrogation Department. It was far too much of an overreaction.

But for a twelve-year-old who had lived in Konoha for "decades," it wasn't incredible at all. Many things in the ninja world were just this absurd.

"What is this? It's just a mere Fire Style ninjutsu. Is this the reason you two have been questioning me all night?" Keiichi feigned ignorance, wearing an expression of disbelief.

"Are you truly ignorant, or are you just playing dumb?" The interrogator narrowed his eyes.

"I truly don't understand. Iruka-sensei never told us about this."

"Setting aside the fact that [Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet] is a B-rank ninjutsu, you are a mere Genin from a civilian background—how did you learn it? The key is that this is a secret technique of the Sarutobi Clan. Unless you are a member of the Sarutobi family, or have a teacher named Sarutobi, where could you have possibly learned this secret art?"

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere turned icy.

Steadying his mind, Keiichi said with an innocent expression, "How would I know? When Tatsuya-sensei taught me, he never mentioned any of this."

"Tatsuya? Hmph, so you really intend to shift the blame onto a dead man, even though he was your teacher!" The interrogator seemed provoked, standing up with a sudden scrape of his chair.

Tatsuya was the only Konoha ninja to sacrifice his life in that battle, and he was the squad leader Keiichi had spent less than half a year with.

Tatsuya had died protecting his comrades; although he was merely a mediocre Chunin, he possessed the purest Will of Fire.

Keiichi felt quite sorrowful about his death, but he had done his best, and could only blame it on bad luck.

But for now, he could only offer Tatsuya an apology.

"But that is the truth. Do you want me to make up a lie just to deceive you?" Keiichi replied without changing his expression.

"Fine, then why don't you make one up for me to hear?" the interrogator asked with interest.

"If I told you this was a skill I learned in my past life, would you believe me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two men couldn't help but cover their mouths, afraid they might burst out laughing.

Who would believe such an absurd excuse?

They had almost forgotten that the subject of their interrogation was just a child. No matter how mature the academy had trained him to be, he was still at an age of innocence, and his imagination was truly rich.

"Then, who can prove what you said?"

"He taught me in private; no one can prove it." Keiichi thought for a moment and shook his head, looking somewhat dejected.

"Then why didn't you report this matter to your superiors beforehand?"

"Why would I do that? That would be making a mountain out of a molehill, wouldn't it? Isn't it normal for a squad leader to teach me ninjutsu? Do I need to report to my superiors just for learning ninjutsu? Iruka-sensei never told us we had to do that." Keiichi looked completely bewildered.

The two men froze, exchanged glances, and were momentarily speechless. They suddenly realized that the boy was just a rookie who had just graduated from the ninja academy, and it was no surprise that he didn't understand the "unspoken rules" of the adult world.

The innocence Keiichi displayed at this moment actually served to prove his sincerity; it was quite possible that this ninjutsu really had been taught to him by the late Chunin Tatsuya.