Set a Goal! Kakashi, I'm Saving Your Dad No Matter What

Hiruzen Sarutobi was harder to judge.

But everyone who knew understood the utterly disgusting role Shimura Danzō had played in it.

As long as your surname was Uchiha, your head could part ways with your body at any moment while you slept.

When Ye had first transmigrated, he had considered taking advantage of his young age to find an opportunity to defect from Konoha.

Then he could fly free beneath the open sky and hide in some remote little country beyond the reach of war.

Once the Uchiha massacre was over, he could come back out and enjoy himself.

But that idea had survived in his mind for all of three seconds before being strangled to death.

In this warped Shinobi World.

Among the rogue ninja listed in the records, aside from those officially backed in secret to serve as double agents, how many ever met a good end?

Even a rogue ninja on Orochimaru's level was still hunted after leaving the village. It was only because he was so strong that the ANBU could do nothing to him.

And a child defecting?

The ANBU would not even need to dispatch official personnel. They could casually send two Chunin to pack his head into a sealed scroll and ship it back to Konoha.

Without absolute strength beyond Kage Level, any ordinary rogue ninja who left a village would be hunted to the ends of the earth by every village's ANBU.

Even the bounty hunters at the Bounty Exchange, those people who cared about money more than their lives, would see you as walking cash.

In the end, you would die in some street, with no one even there to collect your body.

Defection was merely another way to die.

And perhaps an even more miserable death than staying in the village.

That escape route was completely sealed off.

Ahead lay a bottomless abyss; behind stood sheer cliffs.

Since there was no way back.

Only one path remained.

Grow stronger like mad, stay in the village, and flip the whole table over!

Having understood that, the gravity in Ye's eyes gradually faded away.

He would not run.

Not only had he transmigrated into the Uchiha clan, but he also held the Breakthrough Power System, which could shatter common sense!

Not only would he survive, he would live more brazenly than anyone else!

When facing those predetermined cruel fates, why could he only defend passively?

Why did he have to die according to the script they had written?

The familiar, exceptionally benevolent smile once again curled onto Ye's lips.

The system's core ability had never been brute force for direct confrontation.

It was "intervention."

Intervening in people's hearts, intervening in circumstances, intervening in fate.

With a transmigrator's omniscient perspective, he knew the time, place, and key turning points of every future disaster.

With the system, he was fully capable of intervening in the course of this world.

Intervene in the plot and turn the tide!

Ye's heart pounded as an utterly insane plan took shape in his mind.

Let those who should not have died continue living.

Let those predetermined tragedies veer completely off course.

Not only would this make up for the regrets he had carried as a spectator in his previous life, but more importantly—profit!

Enormous profit!

Once characters who had originally been fated to die survived, once the predetermined plot was forcibly overturned.

The schemes of those hidden masterminds who believed they controlled everything would be thrown into complete disarray.

Danzo, Madara, Black Zetsu...

Every move these people had painstakingly arranged would suffer fatal deviations because key pieces had not fallen on schedule.

Deviation bred chaos.

Chaos bred emotional fluctuations.

And emotional fluctuations meant Guard-Break Points.

The butterfly effect produced by the plot would set off a massive storm across the entire Shinobi World.

You thought he was dead?

Sorry, he was alive and well.

You thought the plan had succeeded?

Sorry, the plan had shattered from the very first step.

How many Guard-Break Points could that ultimate sense of cognitive dissonance generate?

This was practically unleashing a point-blank ultimate attack directly against the nerves of the entire Shinobi World!

This was the highest realm of fleecing the sheep!

Once the butterfly effect spread, the day those standing at the pinnacle of the Shinobi World had their mindsets collapse, the numbers in the system's backend would probably explode off the charts.

By then, would Guard-Break Points not come flooding in like a tsunami?!

A million?

Ten million was possible!

Having made up his mind, Ye swiftly sorted through the major recent events of the Shinobi World in his head.

It was now Konoha Year 43, and he was six years old.

The closest earth-shaking tragedy to him, the one with the farthest-reaching impact and the greatest potential to shake the Konoha leadership to the core.

Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

Konoha Year 44.

Next year!

The suicide of the White Fang of the Leaf, Hatake Sakumo!

Kakashi Hatake's father.

That supreme powerhouse whose fame resounded throughout the Shinobi World, whose strength rivaled the Three Sannin, and whom even the legendary Three Sannin had to avoid.

Because he had chosen to abandon an S-Rank mission to save his comrades, he had been collectively scorned by the people he rescued and the villagers after returning to the village.

His reputation was destroyed, his spirit collapsed, and in the end, he shamefully hanged himself in his own living room.

With White Fang dead, Konoha lost one of its pillars.

This was also one of the indirect sparks that emboldened other nations to launch the Third Shinobi World War.

There was no need to say more about the utterly disgusting role the Konoha leadership had played in this.

And less than a year remained before it happened.

Ye lay in the darkness, his eyes frighteningly bright.

As long as he made enough preparations within this year and forcibly pulled the White Fang of the Leaf, who had achieved such glorious military feats, out of the dead end of suicide.

The chain reaction it produced would completely rewrite Konoha's course for the next twenty years.

Shimura Danzō's mindset would absolutely explode on the spot!

That old bastard had painstakingly orchestrated political suppression, only to find White Fang sitting at home drinking tea.

If that old man had his guard broken, the points he generated would definitely be an astronomical figure beyond calculation.

Besides, Kakashi had been tormented terribly by him today.

Beneath those dead-fish eyes was nothing but hatred that wanted to slice him into a thousand pieces.

Ye thought of another exceptionally wonderful scene.

If one day Kakashi learned that the person who had pulled his father back from the gates of death.

Was actually Uchiha Ye, the one who had stabbed his legs with a kunai on the first day of school and publicly humiliated him...

Tsk! Tsk!

Just imagining that scene made Ye unable to stop himself from laughing aloud.

Kakashi's worldview would absolutely shatter on the spot.

That enormous contrast, combined with the crushing weight of the debt for saving his father, would be enough to rub this genius into the ground countless times.

Those signature dead-fish eyes of his would probably roll back on the spot.

Ye let out a long breath and turned over.

In the perilous black night of Konoha, he established his first small goal for defying fate in this cruel Shinobi World.

Not cannon fodder, not a defector, and certainly not a lamb waiting for slaughter.

I will be the player who flips the chessboard.

"Hatake Sakumo."

Ye lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The pale moonlight outside the window reflected in his pitch-black pupils. His voice was extremely soft, yet incomparably resolute.

"Your life is mine to protect."

He closed his eyes and chuckled a few times.

In the darkness, Ye muttered another sentence.

"That pretentious bastard Kakashi..."

A meaningful smile rose at the corner of his lips.

"The favor you owe me is going to be huge."

Tomorrow, an entire Ninja Academy full of leeks was still waiting to be harvested.

Konoha's future was destined to march down an utterly crooked road of no return beneath Uchiha Ye's exceptionally benevolent smile.