Naruto World

Naruto World, Konoha.

The glow of the setting sun fell over Training Ground Seven, creating an atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

Yet one boy disrupted this naturally harmonious scene.

The boy had delicate features and looked to be around ten years old. His frame was thin and frail.

At that moment, he was jogging endlessly around the training ground.

He was not moving fast, only slightly quicker than an ordinary person walking.

His entire body looked as though he had just been pulled from the water, drenched in sweat.

His clothes clung tightly to his body, sweat blurred his vision, his breathing grew heavier, and his body became increasingly sluggish.

"Have I reached my limit already?"

Overwhelming exhaustion surged from every part of his body, protesting without pause. His legs felt as though they had been filled with lead, making it impossible to take another step.

The boy could no longer hold on. His running pace slowed further and further.

In the end, he collapsed onto the grass beside the field and gulped down fresh air.

A moment later.

"Is it already this late? Time really flies."

Ryōken rolled onto his back and gazed at the blood-red sunset. A trace of emotion appeared on his resolute young face.

He had been in this world for nine years.

This was the world of shinobi, where strength reigned supreme and destroying villages or nations was as easy as lifting a hand.

Ryōken had once fantasized about possessing extraordinary talent, dominating the shinobi world, and how exhilarating that would be.

But reality was that, at nine years old, he had yet to extract even a trace of chakra.

Children his age had long since begun learning ninjutsu.

Yet he was still stuck at the stage of extracting chakra.

With Ryōken's adult soul, his aptitude should not have been this poor. The main reason was that his identity was simply too awkward.

In Konoha Year 22, two-year-old Ryōken had been reborn in a tiny shinobi village. He had dreamed of roaming the shinobi world in the future and crushing Madara.

But tragedy struck.

Overnight, the shinobi village where he lived suffered a devastating attack, leaving Ryōken as its sole survivor.

Fortunately, a Konoha shinobi returning to the village discovered him and brought the infant Ryōken back to Konoha.

That was how Ryōken survived in Konoha.

Orphans like him had no rights in Konoha. Besides, the Naruto World was not a place that cared about human rights.

Even though Ryōken was only a child, no one welcomed him.

One could imagine how difficult life was for Ryōken in such a village. Fortunately, he was still allowed to attend the Ninja Academy, and he had stumbled his way through life until now.

He was not Naruto from the original story, with the Nine-Tails living inside him, able to grow up safely even while eating expired food.

His impoverished life had left Ryōken somewhat underdeveloped, making it extremely difficult for him to extract chakra.

Still, that was not a big problem. He could just take it slowly.

If things could continue like this, if he persevered, then even if he could not gain the power to dominate the shinobi world in the future, simply surviving—or even living an easy, comfortable life—would still be simple enough.

That was right. Cruel reality had taught him not to bite off more than he could chew.

But the key was that it was now Konoha Year 30!

Only two years remained until the Second Shinobi World War. There was no need to say how brutal a Great Ninja War could be.

Even though Konoha was known as the strongest shinobi village and ultimately won the Second Shinobi World War, it still suffered grievous losses.

And once war broke out, an orphan from another village like him would be cannon fodder the moment he stepped onto the battlefield. His chances of surviving were minuscule.

Even if he worked as a laborer delivering supplies, his life would remain in danger at all times.

Shinobi warfare had always stopped at nothing.

At that thought, determination flashed through Ryōken's eyes. His desire for strength filled his heart, and it felt as though vitality had been injected into his exhausted body, allowing him to recover a little.

Drawing on that strength, Ryōken stood up, supported his still-weary body, and headed toward the village.

He had to make the most of his time. His body had just finished training and urgently needed nutrition; it was also when its absorption ability was at its strongest.

As he walked, people occasionally cast strange looks his way.

"I heard that outsider still hasn't extracted chakra, even at nine years old."

"With talent like that, he probably doesn't even qualify to graduate."

"You need to hurry up and train. Don't end up useless like that kid!"

Ryōken listened to the harsh comments of the passersby. Some parents even used him as a negative example to educate their children.

Hearing those grating remarks, Ryōken remained expressionless, a self-mocking smile at the corner of his lips. His fists clenched tightly, and his slightly sharp nails dug deeply into his palms from the force, bringing waves of piercing pain.

Ryōken shook his head. Outsiders really were unwelcome.

"They're just ignorant fools living under the glory of Konoha, the strongest shinobi village. Once the Second Shinobi World War begins in two years, they'll know what pain is."

Walking into the familiar Ichiraku Ramen, Ryōken called out, "Uncle, give me a bowl of Ichiraku Ramen."

"Ryōken, huh? I'll have it ready right away!"

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man saw Ryōken and replied with a smile.

This was the legendary Ichiraku Ramen, rumored to be the residence of Ōtsutsuki Ichiraku, the place even Pain's Almighty Push had failed to destroy.

After coming here once, Ryōken understood why Naruto liked this place so much.

The ramen here did not just taste good; most importantly, the ingredients were plentiful. It was ideal for someone like Ryōken, who had little money but needed nutrition. Besides, Uncle Ichiraku was kind-hearted and often added extra ingredients to Ryōken's ramen. Most importantly, he occasionally did not charge him.

A moment later, the ramen was served. Ryōken immediately wolfed it down, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment in his heart on the noodles.

Before long, Ryōken finished his ramen, let out a satisfied burp, and rubbed his slightly swollen belly in contentment.

"Goodbye, Uncle!"

With that, Ryōken left the ramen shop and headed home.

His home was not far from here, a short wooden hut.

Before long, Ryōken returned home. The hut's furnishings were extremely simple, but as an outsider, having a place to live was already quite good. That was only because Konoha had no shortage of wood, though Ryōken did not really care about such things.

After closing the door and taking off his shoes, Ryōken sat directly on the bed.

Sitting cross-legged, he calmed his mind and focused his spirit, preparing to begin today's chakra extraction.

"I was just a little short last time. This time, I have to succeed!"

Ryōken clenched his fist and made up his mind.

Chakra was an energy unique to the Naruto World, formed by mixing the human body's spiritual energy and physical energy.

As he concentrated, Ryōken's spiritual energy gradually gathered, becoming a stream of will that began extracting energy from every cell in his body.

Whenever his will passed through a cell, it refined an insignificant trace of physical energy from within it, mixing it into his spiritual energy.

The extraction continued without end. The Ichiraku Ramen he had eaten not long ago was also rapidly digested, its energy merging into his body. With the aid of this fresh reinforcements, the mixed energy clearly grew much stronger.

At last, a faint wisp of blue energy appeared within his body's meridians!

Feeling chakra being born, Ryōken was overjoyed. He nearly lost control of his spiritual energy, startling him into quickly reining in his mind and continuing to extract chakra.

His will flowed, and the amount of chakra increased further and further, gradually reaching the limit of what he could extract.

At that moment, the tens of billions of cells throughout Ryōken's body all gave off a warm sensation. It felt as if he were soaking in warm water, incomparably comfortable.

"I finally extracted chakra!"

Ryōken opened his eyes. The light bursting from them made the dark little hut seem to brighten for an instant.

Just as Ryōken was feeling excited, a mechanical electronic voice suddenly rang out, echoing within his mind.

Energy detected. Identifying.

Determined to be chakra. Requirements for system activation fulfilled!

Activating system! 10%... 50%... 100%!

Activation successful. The League of Legends System is at your service!

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