Transmigrating into a Konoha Orphan, the God Tree Origin System Awakens!

The moldy wooden bed gave a harsh, creaking sound.

Sen Senju sat up abruptly, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.

He lowered his head, staring fixedly at his chubby little hands, which had clearly shrunk by a significant margin.

What kind of situation is this...

The memories flooding his mind could not be fake.

He had truly transmigrated.

This was Konoha Village, and the time was the exact moment the Third Shinobi World War had just ended.

His current identity was that of a six-year-old war orphan.

Not only was he an orphan, but he was also a member of an incredibly distant, marginalized branch of the Senju clan.

The tattered quilt on the adjacent bed shifted, and a round head poked out.

It was Ishikawa, the little chubby boy who slept next to him, a trail of glistening drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Sen, what kind of madness are you spouting this early in the morning?" Ishikawa muttered, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Had a nightmare." Sen brushed him off casually.

His mood right now was a hundred times worse than any nightmare.

The Naruto world—this was a notoriously high-risk zone where human lives were as cheap as blades of grass.

The Nine-Tails Incident was coming soon, followed by the Akatsuki carrying their rice, and Madara Uchiha dancing about.

With his status as a peripheral Senju, he was essentially a walking ATM for First Hokage cells.

If he were targeted by that sinister old man, Danzo, he probably wouldn't even have his ashes left.

"What kind of nightmare could scare you into breaking a cold sweat?" Ishikawa yawned and sat up.

"Dreamed I became the Hokage, then died of exhaustion from signing documents every day."

Ishikawa curled his lip, his round face full of disbelief.

"You're bragging, aren't you? Being Hokage is everyone's dream in this village."

Ishikawa clenched his chubby fists, his eyes shining with longing.

"When I grow up, I'm definitely going to become a great ninja like Lord Third and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy!"

Sen rolled his eyes, looking at his companion like he was an idiot.

"Go, go, go. If you want to be cannon fodder, don't drag me into it. I haven't lived enough yet."

"I only have one goal in this life."

Sen held up a finger, his expression extremely serious.

"That is to live well, never stand out, and just be a background character."

"I'll hide away safely until the finale, find a nice sunny spot to plant some trees and grow some flowers."

Ishikawa was stunned by these uninspired words, his mouth hanging open for a long time.

"Did you crush your brain while sleeping? What's the point of being a salted fish?"

"A salted fish doesn't need to flip over, and a salted fish won't get caught and sliced up for research," Sen retorted sharply.

Just then, the dilapidated wooden door was kicked open with a violent "bang."

The door slammed against the wall, sending a large cloud of dust raining down.

A burly, thick-necked matron with a face full of flesh stood with her hands on her hips, blocking the doorway like an iron tower.

"Stop sleeping! You bunch of lazy bones!"

The matron's loud voice made the spiderwebs on the ceiling tremble.

"Get up and clean the yard right now! The higher-ups are coming to inspect the orphanage today!"

"If anyone dares to dawdle, don't even think about having breakfast!"

The orphans in the room were so startled they sprang from their beds, scrambling to find their clothes in a panic.

Ishikawa also lost his composure, hurriedly pulling on his patched-up old jacket.

"Hurry up, Sen! Aunt Li isn't someone to mess with. Do you really want to know what it feels like to go hungry?"

Sen sighed and slowly reached for the washed-out, thin shirt at the head of his bed.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The first step to surviving was to start by obeying the matron.

Just as his fingers touched the cold, coarse fabric, a crisp, emotionless mechanical voice exploded deep within his mind without warning.

[Ding! Host's soul frequency detected as a perfect match.]

[God Tree Origin System, binding successful!]

Sen's movement as he put on his shirt froze in mid-air.

His eyes, which had been listless just moments ago, were now wide as saucers.

His heart hammered against his ribs like a war drum.

A cheat!

The standard gear for a transmigrator—late, but present!

System? What functions do you have? Can you make me max-level and invincible right away?

Sen called out eagerly in his mind, his breathing becoming rapid.

[This system is designed to assist the host in perfectly mastering the power of the God Tree Origin.]

[Personal initial panel generated. Please view it yourself.]

A faint shimmer flashed before his eyes, and a semi-transparent virtual screen that only he could see popped up.

Name: Sen Senju Age: 6 Bloodline: Senju Clan (Extremely diluted) Origin Level: Lv1

Sen scanned these basic details in a heartbeat, his gaze locked firmly on the skill bar at the bottom of the panel.

Two icons glowing with a pale golden light sat there in isolation.

He swallowed his saliva, his consciousness shifting to click on the first icon.

[Photosynthesis (Passive)]

Skill Description: As the sole vessel for the God Tree Origin, sunlight is your most perfect nourishment.

Effect: When in direct sunlight, chakra recovery speed is boosted to the extreme, becoming nearly infinite.

Under moonlight or dim light, recovery speed is halved.

In the darkness of night without light, recovery speed is ten times that of an ordinary genius ninja.

Sen gasped, feeling his scalp tingle.

This wasn't just a skill—this was a cheat that had gained sentience!

Infinite chakra?

In a world like Naruto where "low mana" was carved into the bones of every ninja, this was essentially a dimensional strike!

Others had to carefully calculate their blue bars when casting ultimate moves on the battlefield.

He could just stand in a sunny spot and spam ultimates like they were basic attacks!

Even the Sage Body of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, would likely have to concede defeat in the face of this Photosynthesis.

He suppressed the surge of joy in his heart and, with trembling fingers, clicked on the second icon.

[Life Drain (Active/Passive)]

Skill Description: The God Tree is the source of all life and can devour all things to nourish itself.

Active Effect: Forcefully extract the target's chakra and vitality through physical contact.

Passive Effect: Upon killing a hostile target, the system will automatically absorb their dissipating life origin.

Function: Absorbed life origin converts into experience points to raise the God Tree Origin level.

Leveling up unlocks higher-tier Wood Release Ninjutsu and enhances the host's physical limits in every aspect.

After reading the detailed descriptions of these two god-tier skills, the corners of Sen's mouth curled up uncontrollably.

The grand vow he had just made to "be a salted fish and survive" was instantly cast to the back of his mind.

With a cheat that could defy the heavens like this, why would he ever hide?

As long as there was sunlight, he was a perpetual motion machine that never knew fatigue.

As long as he killed his enemies, he could skyrocket in power like a rocket.

This was a golden path paved specifically for him.

"Sen, what kind of fit are you throwing? You're drooling!"

Ishikawa pushed his shoulder, his chubby face filled with disdain.

"Aunt Li is already coming over with a broom. If you don't put your shoes on, you're going to get a beating."

Sen snapped back to reality, wiped the smile off his face, and nimbly pulled on his shoes.

"Putting them on, putting them on, right now."

His movements were ten times faster than before; he felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

He couldn't wait to verify the actual effects of these two skills.

Especially [Photosynthesis], which could grant him chakra freedom.

The orphanage's communal dormitory was permanently in the shade, never seeing a sliver of sunlight—it was dark and damp.

He had to get out!

He had to find the sunniest spot immediately to test the waters!

Sen didn't even bother to grab a broom, walking straight past Ishikawa and striding toward the doorway.

Aunt Li, the caregiver, was blocking the frame. Seeing Sen empty-handed, her broom-like eyebrows shot up.

"You little brat, where's your broom? Trying to slack off first thing in the morning, are you?"

Aunt Li raised the sleek, glossy feather duster in her hand, making a move to strike him.

Instead of dodging, Sen stepped forward and grabbed Aunt Li's thick wrist.

"Aunt Li, my stomach is churning like crazy, I need to get to the outhouse right now."

Sen furrowed his brows, putting on an expression of unbearable pain while clutching his stomach tightly with his other hand.

"The outhouse is in the backyard, why are you running blindly toward the main gate!" Aunt Li demanded, her eyes wide as saucers.

"The air is better in the front yard, I really can't hold it anymore, I'm going to soil myself!"

Sen didn't want to waste any more breath on her. Relying on the strength he had gained from the Divine Tree body's transformation, he shoved his way past her massive frame.

"Hey! You little bastard, have you lost your mind!" Aunt Li stomped her feet in anger behind him.

Sen ignored the yelling, covering the distance in two or three strides as he crossed the gloomy corridor that never saw the light of day.

The orphanage's dilapidated, heavy wooden gate was right in front of him.

Through the crack in the door, a sliver of golden morning sunlight shone through.

Sen swallowed hard, reached out both hands, and pushed against the heavy door with all his might.

"Creeeeeak—"

Accompanied by a harsh grinding sound, the gate slowly creaked open.

The blinding morning light poured in instantly, completely enveloping his small, thin body.

Warmth.

An incredibly comfortable warmth that felt as if it reached deep into his soul.

He could clearly feel the originally weak chakra within him beginning to churn like boiling water.

From the corridor behind him came Ishikawa's anxious shouts.

"Sen! Have you gone crazy? If you run out now, Aunt Li will definitely skin you alive!"

Sen stood quietly in the sunlight, feeling the power inside him surge geometrically, and he could no longer suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly turned his head, facing the golden morning light, and looked at Ishikawa, who stood in the dark doorway with a face full of worry.

"Skin me alive?"

Sen chuckled, his eyes revealing a composure that didn't match his age.

"From today on, I'm afraid no one in this vast Konoha Village will be able to skin me."

"What on earth are you doing? Don't be a fool, come back!" Ishikawa was on the verge of tears, stomping his feet.

Sen turned around, spread his arms, and let the sunlight wash over his entire body.

He walked toward the center of the yard without looking back, leaving only a light, airy sentence echoing in the air.

"Going to see if these old bones of mine can sprout today."