Genya returned home, pushed open the door, and collapsed onto the cushions by the veranda.
Moonlight spread a silvery sheen across the tatami.
He lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
In his mind, the glowing screen in the system space hovered silently.
[Kurenai Yuhi, Akari, Akane, gift packs awaiting collection: 5]
Genya's mouth twitched at the sight of the five remaining gift packs.
"More gift packs..."
He rolled over and buried his face in the cushions.
"So lonely..."
Outside the window, the night breeze rustled the leaves.
Genya lifted his head and looked at the moon outside.
He was twelve now. It had been over ten years since he had transmigrated here.
The Uchiha Clan had been saved, Konoha had changed, Hashirama had been resurrected, and the shinobi world was at peace.
Those crises that had once caused such tremendous upheaval in the original story...
Orochimaru? Beaten into shutting himself away.
The Akatsuki? Konan had become a friend, Obito was in hiding, and Pain wouldn't make a move for the time being.
Madara? He hadn't been resurrected yet. Even if he was, with Hashirama around, he couldn't cause much trouble.
Kaguya? That was still a long way off.
Genya rolled over and continued staring at the ceiling.
"Invincible. I really am invincible."
He muttered to himself.
"The shinobi world is too peaceful. There's nothing to motivate me anymore."
"All I can do is enjoy life..."
He thought of Chinatsu's dancing, Nami's tenderness, Hinata's shyness, and the singing of the sisters, Akari and Akane...
The corners of his mouth lifted.
"Living like an emperor... isn't bad either."
He sat up and stretched.
"Forget it. No more thinking. Time for bed."
The next day.
The Training Ground.
Four figures sat side by side on a bench at