Year 47 of Konoha. The eve of the Battle of Kikyo Pass.
The sky was gloomy, pressing down as if it were about to collapse at any moment. The atmosphere was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.
Inside the Konoha camp, within the Medical Unit's tent.
Uehara Naraku looked at the blood-stained bandages in his hand, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Has it already been three months since I transmigrated..."
He muttered to himself in a low voice, casually tossing the bandages into the waste bucket beside him.
As a transmigrator, Uehara Naraku's starting hand wasn't particularly good.
He had no prominent family background, no powerful Kekkei Genkai (Bloodline Limit), and even his Chakra reserves were merely at a Chunin level.
Right now, he was just an ordinary Chunin in the Konoha Medical Unit.
In this Third Great Ninja War, where human lives were worth no more than grass, cannon fodder like him died by the hundreds every single day.
"However..."
Uehara Naraku narrowed his eyes slightly, sinking his consciousness deep into his mind.
In that pitch-black mental space, a card radiating a mysterious glow hovered silently.
On the face of the card was a man with a cold expression, wearing a black robe adorned with red clouds.
[Akatsuki Organization · Pain Tendo (Trial Card)]
[Remaining Use Time: 30 Minutes]
This was his "Golden Finger" (cheat ability)—the Mastermind System.
As long as he orchestrated events from behind the scenes, causing tremors in the Ninja World or altering the direction of the plot, he would earn "Legend Points." These points could then be used to draw cards and abilities from countless worlds.
This Pain Tendo (Deva Path) trial card was the starter gift from the system.
"Although it's only 30 minutes, if used correctly, it is enough for me to establish a firm foothold in this world."
The corner of Uehara Naraku's mouth curled into a playful arc.
Just then, the curtain of the tent was lifted open.
A young man walked in. He had dazzling golden hair and a smile as warm as sunshine.
"Uehara-kun, thank you for your hard work. How is the situation with the wounded?"
The newcomer was none other than the man known as the "Yellow Flash"—Namikaze Minato!
Looking at the man who was currently the most dazzling figure of this era, the expression on Uehara Naraku's face instantly shifted to one of respect and exhaustion.
"Minato-sama, there are too many wounded. Our medical supplies are already on the verge of running out."
Uehara Naraku's voice was hoarse. Anyone looking at him would see a conscientious and responsible medical ninja.
But who could possibly imagine that beneath this seemingly ordinary exterior hid a soul that wanted to overturn the entire Ninja World?