Duel Arena Rage: This Peak Hundred-Battle Itachi Was a 3000!

Back home, he locked the door and drew the curtains.

The whole sequence was smooth and practiced.

Tobirama threw himself onto the couch and let out a long, satisfied breath.

"System, open the panel."

A pale blue screen unfolded before his eyes.

[Host: Tobirama Uchiha]

[Chakra Reserves: Kage Level (Tsunade's enhancement)]

[Taijutsu: Kage Level: Strength of a Hundred Fist, Strength of a Hundred Technique]

[Ninjutsu: Kage Level: Mastery of All Attributes + Fire and Lightning Specialization]

[Kekkei Genkai: Three-Tomoe Sharingan]

[Overall Evaluation: Though you are only twelve years old, you already stand at the pinnacle of this world. This era belongs to you, Tobirama Uchiha.]

"Kage Level."

Tobirama stared at those two words, and the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.

Did that mean he was invincible?

Of course not.

The Ninja World ran deep. Six Paths Madara and Kaguya Otsutsuki were still waiting in line further down the road.

But during this era of the Second Shinobi World War, as long as he did not court death by challenging the Five Great Nations alone, he could basically walk sideways.

"Next, let me see what this Duel Arena thing is all about."

With a thought from Tobirama, his consciousness instantly sank into the system space.

The scene before him changed.

A massive Roman colosseum appeared, surrounded by roaring cheers, with a wide arena in the center.

The interface resembled the Naruto Mobile game he had played in his previous life, though it was not exactly the same.

[Rules: One challenge attempt per day.]

[Mode: 1v1 duel.]

[Loadout: You may bring two summoned beasts and one secret scroll.]

Tobirama glanced through the summoned beast list.

Well, damn. Every single one was grayed out.

[Unlock summoned beasts?]

[Beginner Benefit: First top-up of 6 yuan... Ahem, all summon unlock permissions will be granted upon first activation.]

"System bro, you're generous!"

"That's way too consumer-friendly. Unlocking every summon for just a six-yuan top-up? You're ten thousand times better than Cube's management."

Without another word, Tobirama lit them all up.

Panda, crow, Manda, Enma... he took them all!

A secret scroll?

He chose Super Armor without hesitation!

A real man fought head-on. Who had time for all that flashy nonsense?

"Matchmaking!"

Tobirama cracked his knuckles.

In his previous life, he had been a top-tier Super Kage player with 2900 points. Although he had not touched the game in twelve years since transmigrating, the mechanics engraved in his DNA were still there.

Beating a few bots would be easy, wouldn't it?

[Match found!]

[Opponent: Itachi Uchiha (Hundred-Battle)]

A flash of light.

Across from him stood a youth wearing a rogue ninja forehead protector, covered in wounds and dressed in tattered clothes.

Tobirama grinned.

"Oh? Isn't this Itachi?"

"Today, your senior will teach you how to behave."

Tobirama immediately selected the ninja he was best with—Taka Sasuke.

The countdown ended.

"Battle Start!"

Tobirama opened with a Chidori Blade, intending to seize the initiative and pressure his opponent.

But that Itachi opened with Susanoo, and its full X-axis range hit Tobirama directly.

Tobirama was blasted into the air.

Then came the beginning of the nightmare.

That Itachi mindlessly used Susanoo to start combos, chained his first skill to bait substitutions, summoned the moment Tobirama came down from substitution, chased with Amaterasu, dragged him over through Super Armor, then mindlessly opened with Susanoo again and followed up with Susanoo afterward.

Finally, he just popped his ultimate and raised the purity to the max.

The entire combo was unbelievably smooth!

Tobirama fought desperately, but it was completely useless.

"Holy shit? What kind of purity is this?"

"Infinite firepower?"

"This Peak Hundred-Battle Itachi is human? He's unbelievably underhanded!"

Tobirama watched helplessly as his health bar drained away like running water.

That Itachi had no martial ethics whatsoever. During his skill downtime, he linked with basic attacks, locking the rhythm down so tightly that he gave Tobirama no opening at all.

"Defeat!"

The huge failure notification slammed into his face.

Tobirama sat on the couch, his face flushed crimson as his blood pressure instantly spiked.

He was raging!

Completely raging!

"This is supposed to be a bot?!"

"Oh no! Guys, this Hundred-Battle Itachi is a 3000!"

"I'm a 2900-point Super Kage, and I didn't even have the strength to fight back? Is that reasonable?!"

Tobirama was so furious that he wanted to smash his cup.

That Hundred-Battle Itachi was not an ordinary Anbu-level bot at all. He was simply a rabid dog.

A rabid dog with combat instincts carved into his bones!

"No, I can't swallow this."

"Again!"

Tobirama gritted his teeth.

"Didn't you say once a day? System, do you have an extra match card?"

[Ding! First-loss compensation: An additional challenge attempt has been granted.]

"At least you know what's good for you."

Tobirama took a deep breath, and his gaze turned fierce.

"Since you want to play purity with me, don't blame me for what comes next."

"Character select! Unsealed Madara!"

He matched again.

It was still that same Hundred-Battle Itachi.

"You little bastard, try being pure again this time."

The match began.

Itachi still opened with the same Susanoo combo.

Tobirama ignored it completely and dodged with movement!

The moment the opponent's first skill came at him, he answered with a blast of fire.

If Itachi substituted, Tobirama would use Super Armor and chase him down with Wood Dragon. Even if he got opened up, it did not matter—he would use an on-hit Susanoo, then pop his ultimate and chain into another ultimate.

The screen filled with a storm of bombardment.

This was the strength of the Anbu Emperor.

"Victory!"

At last.

That annoying Itachi fell.

Tobirama let out a long breath, feeling utterly refreshed.

"Hah... that felt good."

"To fight something cursed, you need something even more cursed."

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for defeating the powerful enemy Hundred-Battle Itachi!]

[Reward obtained: Hundred-Battle Itachi Outfit (Converted into a Healthy Itachi Power Card. After use, it grants the full strength of Itachi Uchiha at his peak without any need to worry about health conditions. While wearing this outfit, the Host is permanently immune to injuries, toxins, and other threats to health. The side effects of Kekkei Genkai disease and Mangekyō blindness are removed)!]

Upon reading that text, Tobirama froze for a full three seconds.

Then he sprang off the couch.

"Holy shit?!"

"Healthy Itachi? An infinitely fueled, non-blind Healthy Itachi?!"

"You're invincible, System. If Healthy Itachi isn't cursed as hell, I'll eat ten Chakra Fruits."

What kind of concept was that?

Why had Itachi in the original story always held back? Why had he died so young?

Because he lacked chakra, was going blind, had a weak body, and suffered from an incurable Kekkei Genkai disease!

Even so, he had sealed Orochimaru and arranged Sasuke's life perfectly.

Now, if there were an Itachi at full strength, who did not cough blood, could use his eyes freely, and was even an enhanced version...

Then he would be the number one person below Six Paths!

He could open Susanoo whenever he wanted!

Use Amaterasu to light cigarettes!

Use Tsukuyomi as a bedtime story!

"Fuse! Fuse immediately!"

Boom—!

A cold, powerful ocular force surged into his eyes in an instant.

Tobirama felt his eyeballs tremble as his vision changed once again.

The original Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun wildly before finally linking together, forming that classic shuriken pattern.

Mangekyō Sharingan!

And it was a Mangekyō that he did not need to worry about going blind from!

At the same time, countless combat memories appeared in his mind.

They were Itachi's techniques from slaughtering enemies in the Anbu, as well as his experience walking the line between life and death within the Akatsuki.

Tobirama clenched his fist.

At that very moment, he felt only one thing—

I want to fight ten at once!

"From now on, if anyone dares raise their voice at me, I'll teach them a lesson with one Tsukuyomi."

"Danzo, Feudal Lord, Ninja World War..."

"From now on, I don't eat beef!"

Hokage Building, Hokage Office.

The room was thick with smoke, so choking that it was hard to keep one's eyes open.

The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, sat behind his desk, puffing on his pipe while his brows remained tightly furrowed.

The desk was piled with battle reports from the front lines.

The Land of Rain battlefield was deadlocked, Sunagakure was growing restless, and Iwagakure was also reinforcing its border troops.

Konoha was having a hard time.

"Old man, quit looking so worried."

Tsunade sat carelessly on the couch with one leg crossed over the other, showing no concern for appearances.

"I have some good news to report."

"That Tobirama Uchiha from today is promising."

"No." Tsunade paused and corrected herself. "He's a monster."

Hiruzen Sarutobi exhaled a ring of smoke, and his eyes shifted slightly.

"Oh? For you to call him a monster, this child must be anything but simple."

"Tell me in detail."

Tsunade roughly described what had happened at the training ground that day.

Naturally, she omitted the part where she had been beaten into a somewhat sorry state. She only emphasized Tobirama's Three-Tomoe Sharingan, his self-created Lightning Release, and his terrifying combat intelligence.

"To possess such strength right after graduation..."

A sharp glint flashed through Hiruzen Sarutobi's aged eyes.

"Tsunade, what do you think?"

"Was this child... like those Uchiha?"

That question was a sensitive one.

The Uchiha Clan was a double-edged sword for Konoha.

Wielded well, they were divine weapons. Wielded poorly, they were ticking time bombs.

Especially at this time, although the relationship between the Uchiha Clan and the village had not yet broken down, a rift had already formed.

Tsunade fell silent for several seconds, recalling Tobirama's smile as he deliberately exposed an opening at the very end.

And the way he had treated his two civilian teammates—though he had seemed disdainful, he had not truly looked down on them.

"He's different."

Tsunade shook her head, her tone certain.

"He doesn't have that nauseating Uchiha arrogance."

"He may be wild, but he wears it openly. His thoughts, however, are very delicate."

"In fact... I saw in him a shadow of Kagami Uchiha, whom Second Granduncle once mentioned."

"Kagami Uchiha..."

At that name, Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze softened.

He had once been Hiruzen's comrade, and the only Uchiha who had truly inherited the Will of Fire.

If this child was like Kagami...

Then that would be a blessing for Konoha!

Hiruzen Sarutobi calculated rapidly in his mind.

This was precisely the time when they needed capable people.

If they did not quickly win over such a genius, and he was brainwashed by those radical Uchiha elders, it would become troublesome.

He might even become a second Uchiha Madara!

They had to carve the "Will of Fire" into his mind while he was still young and his worldview had yet to take shape!

"Good! I understand."

Hiruzen Sarutobi tapped his pipe and made his decision.

"Tsunade, put more effort into guiding this child."

"Since he's a genius, he can't be taught by conventional methods."

"I don't expect him to completely separate himself from the Uchiha Clan, but at the very least, he must hold the village in his heart."

"Tomorrow... no, go now. Give this to him."

Hiruzen Sarutobi took a scroll from a drawer and handed it to Tsunade.

Tsunade accepted it and raised a brow when she saw it.

[Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere]

This was an A-rank ninjutsu developed by the Second Hokage, and one of that old bastard Danzo's signature techniques.

"Old man, you're really spending big this time."

"You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing the bait." Hiruzen Sarutobi smiled like a kind old grandfather next door. "Tell him it's the village's reward for a genius."

"Fine, leave it to me."

Tsunade put away the scroll, rose, and left.

As long as she was not being asked to engage in political struggles, she was quite willing to take on a disciple.

Especially an interesting disciple like this one.

Tsunade had barely left.

From the shadows in the corner of the office, a figure leaning on a cane slowly emerged.

Half his face was wrapped in bandages, and his lone eye was sinister.

Shimura Danzō.

"Hiruzen, you're too naive."

Danzo's voice was hoarse, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

"Uchiha are Uchiha. They are an evil clan by nature."

"Giving them power is raising a tiger that will bring disaster."

"This Tobirama Uchiha must be handed over to Root."

"Only in darkness can he be forged into the sharpest blade."

Hiruzen Sarutobi did not turn around. He merely looked at Hokage Rock outside the window, his tone calm yet unquestionable:

"Danzo, I am the Hokage."

"As long as the leaves continue to dance in the wind, I will not abandon a single leaf."

"Even if he is an Uchiha."

Danzo snorted coldly. He did not argue, but the chill in his eyes deepened.

"You'll regret this, Hiruzen."

"One day, you'll understand that only I was right."