Konoha, Uchiha District
"Knock, knock. Akira, wake up—it's morning!"
The voice was soft, warm, yet carried a distant echo, like it belonged to another world. Akira's eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above wasn't familiar—wood, not plaster. The faint scent of tatami drifted through the air, and the sunlight slipping through paper doors carried a golden hue.
Where am I? he thought, blinking rapidly. This… isn't a hospital. Didn't I… die?
Pushing himself upright, confusion swirled like mist inside his mind. The room was spacious, decorated in the clean, minimalist style of traditional Japanese homes—no electronics, no posters, no phone buzzing. Just sunlight and silence.
Then, a sharp, fleeting pain pierced his head. Images—names, faces, memories—flooded in, as if borrowed from someone else.
Akira Uchiha… five years old.
Village: Konohagakure.
He froze. Naruto… world? The realization hit like a cold wind. I've transmigrated.
Akira let out a long sigh, half disbelief, half resignation. "So… I really died," he murmured, staring at his trembling hands. "Well… one way to skip exams, I guess."
Memories of his previous life returned faintly—a normal boy, eighteen, cramming for college entrance exams just half a month away. "I don't even know whether to be happy or sad. Happy I don't have to take that stupid test, or sad that all that effort… meant nothing."
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"Akira! Are you still sleeping?"
The same voice called again, gentler but firm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he replied, rushing.
He washed up and made his way to the dining area, where the aroma of rice and miso filled the air. His mother, Nanao Uchiha, greeted him with a calm smile. She wasn't a kunoichi—just a housewife who chose peace in a clan famous for its warriors.
Across the table sat his father, Akimitsu Uchiha—a tall, disciplined man, Sharingan faintly glimmering. A Jōnin in the Konoha Police Department, he was both respected and feared.
Akira quietly ate, lost in thought. Sasuke was already in school… so he was two years younger. He'd start next year.
His mother's voice broke through his thoughts. "Dear, what's happening in the clan? I heard from the neighbor lady there've been more ANBU patrols lately."
Akimitsu's hand clenched on his chopsticks, expression hardening. "Nothing's happened." Tension betrayed the calm in his words.
Nanao noticed Akira watching. Her eyes softened. "It's nothing important. Eat your breakfast, Akira."
He didn't push further. After finishing, he returned to his room and stared at the ceiling. Questions crowded his mind. If this is real… where's my system?
"System," he said aloud, half-joking.
Nothing.
He sighed. Figures…
Then—
Ding!
A crisp, electronic tone echoed in his mind.
He bolted upright. "Wait—did that just—?"
A cold, robotic voice followed:
"Host found. Connecting… 1%… 32%… 99%… complete. Connection established."
"All-Heaven Simulating System is now active."
Akira's eyes widened. "All-Heaven… Simulating System? You simulate life itself?"
"Affirmative. All-Heaven Simulating System provides the host with two operational modes: Daily Mode and Lucky Mode."
"What's the difference?" he asked cautiously.
"Daily Mode grants one simulation per day. Rewards depend on the host's performance.
Lucky Mode grants one simulation per year, with results and rewards enhanced with the unique Son of Luck Buff."
"So… the rewards aren't the same?"
"Of course not. Lucky Mode yields significantly superior outcomes."
Akira stared at the glowing interface. Two options blinked: Daily Simulation and Lucky Simulation.
"Hmm…" he muttered. Fingers hovered. "System… which one should I try first?"
A soft hum, then a clear, measured voice:
"Host, when guidance is requested, it is recommended that Lucky Simulation be attempted first. Daily Mode provides no special advantages. You will enter as a normal Uchiha—without knowledge, without buffs, and without basic chakra mastery. Survival is uncertain; even any capable ninja could defeat you. The Daily Simulation adapts fully to host parameters—success depends solely on raw capability and chance.
Currently, the host faces a death crisis that cannot be solved even with Jonin-level strength. Luck, not power, is required to escape it."
Akira's eyes narrowed. "So… Daily Mode is basically a death trap?"
"Essentially. Lucky Mode, however, allows host modifiers linked to destiny and fortune to manifest. Critical events—such as the Uchiha clan massacre—may be delayed, altered, or avoided. Your Son of Luck Buff will amplify these effects."
A plan began forming. Akira leaned back. "Then Lucky Simulation it is… first. Let's see if destiny really works in my favor."
The interface pulsed. A countdown appeared. The choice was set.
"Mode selected. Initializing Lucky Mode—designation: Son of Luck."
Golden motes of light swirled before his eyes, humming softly. Akira's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Alright," he whispered. "Let's see what kind of destiny this world has waiting for me."
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