He Swears It Wasn't Him
On the night the Uchiha fell, blood drowned the clan—and he swears he had nothing to do with it.
Konoha Village.
Hokage Rock.
The sunset bled across the horizon, flocks of birds returning to their nests. The late-autumn breeze swept past the stone faces of the Hokage, carrying a faint chill.
Kamizuki Gen lay with his head resting on a pair of smooth, snow-white thighs.
His features were refined, his face clean and handsome, his short black hair neat and sharp. The only oddity was the thick bandage wrapped around his eyes.
In his previous life, he'd been a freshly graduated corporate workhorse.
In this one, fate had finally shown him mercy—dropping him into the world of shinobi. Orphaned at birth, blessed with top-tier looks, and equipped with a built-in system.
Sure, the system's missions and rewards could be… abstract. But with his knowledge of Naruto's storyline and the "Beginner Gift Pack," he had crushed his peers at the Ninja Academy from the very start, cementing his reputation as a prodigy—and conveniently attaching himself to a young, capable female Jonin instructor.
As long as he played it safe in Konoha, developed steadily, and didn't act recklessly, money, power, women—everything would come naturally.
A perfect life was well within reach.
"Just last night, the Uchiha clan was wiped out. The killer spared no one—not even the elderly or children. Thankfully, the Hokage arrived in time and saved one child. Otherwise… the Uchiha would have been completely erased."
The owner of those thighs spoke softly, her voice mature and gentle, carrying a refined allure.
Yuhi Kurenai absentmindedly picked up a strawberry and placed it into Kamizuki Gen's mouth.
The fruit burst with sweet, tangy juice.
Suddenly, Gen sat upright, facing her with utmost seriousness.
"It wasn't me."
Kurenai froze, momentarily speechless. Then she sighed, concern filling her eyes.
"…Of course I know it wasn't you. What I meant is—the village isn't safe right now. If you don't have to go out, stay in."
She worried about this student more than any other.
His thinking was… unconventional.
Fortunately, his talent, strength, and capability were nothing short of terrifying.
A year ago, when she had first become a team leader, it was with Gen's help that her squad repeatedly completed missions above their rank—silencing all doubts about her youth and qualifications as a Jonin.
Because of that, she rarely refused any of his requests.
For example… lying on Hokage Rock, using her lap as a pillow, being fed fruit.
"I understand." Gen nodded.
Kurenai seemed to recall something else. "After the Chunin Exams, have you thought about which department you want to join?"
Gen asked seriously, "Which department is the most dangerous?"
Kurenai's eyes lit up with pride.
As expected of her student—the perfect inheritor of the Will of Fire. His mindset surpassed even some Jonin.
She considered for a moment before answering:
"ANBU, Root, the Interrogation Department, the Reconnaissance Unit… those are all extremely dangerous, but also excellent for growth. With your talent, entering ANBU wouldn't be difficult."
Gen nodded. "Alright, then I'll go to the Education Department."
"…Huh?"
Kurenai blinked, certain she had misheard.
Aside from Jonin instructors, teaching at the Ninja Academy was about as far from danger as it got.
She frowned slightly. "Gen, with your talent, it would be a waste to spend it in the Academy."
"No, Kurenai-sensei. That way, we can be colleagues… and stay together."
His expression was firm, his tone unwavering.
Surprise and something softer flickered in Kurenai's eyes. Warmth spread quietly through her chest.
So… it's for me.
That reason—
was unexpectedly comforting.
Gen shifted, finding a more comfortable position against her soft, fragrant body.
Focusing his mind, a panel flickered into existence within the darkness behind his bandaged eyes.
[Name: Kamizuki Gen]
[Identity: Civilian]
[Chakra: B (Average Chunin Level)]
[Chakra Nature: Earth]
[Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release]
[Ninjutsu: Chakra Sensory, Three Basic Techniques, Shurikenjutsu, Konoha Style Kenjutsu, Earth Release : Mud Wall, Genjutsu: Naraku Clone…]
[Achievement Traits: "Equality for All," "Cut," "Radio"]
"Equality for All":
From the start to the end of a battle, select one opponent. Regardless of bloodline, race, kekkei genkai, or abilities—force your own strength to equal that opponent's while fighting them.
Uses: 0/1
Cooldown: 1 week
System Comment:
A true Equality for All! Brave youth—if even an Ōtsutsuki God showed up, they'd still have to admit… It's Equality for All!
"Cut":
Select one active ninjutsu and permanently acquire it. During battle, the original user can no longer use that technique. Once per day, it can be used without chakra cost or hand seals.
Uses: 0/1
Cooldown: 24 hours
System Comment:
How can a ninja's business be called stealing?
"Radio":
By meditating on someone's detailed information, establish a mental communication channel with them regardless of their consent. Multiple channels may be created simultaneously.
Uses: 0/1
Cooldown: 24 hours
System Comment:
Beware of scam calls!
Ignoring the system's ridiculous commentary—
Wood Release and "Equality for All" came from the Beginner Gift Pack.
The other two traits were rewards from completed achievements.
As for when missions appeared?
Completely random.
Some days he'd trigger ten missions. Other times, nothing for half a year.
He was used to it.
With "Equality for All," he was essentially unbeatable in one-on-one combat once per week.
Of course, if a second opponent joined the fight… the balance would tip—and he'd be the one dead.
All things considered, the system was excellent.
Which was exactly why he had no intention of risking his life for Konoha.
He could just lie low at the Ninja Academy, develop quietly, and wait until he was strong enough to sweep the entire shinobi world.
The Uchiha massacre had already happened.
The main storyline was about to begin.
The next major crisis in Konoha would be Orochimaru's "Konoha Crush."
He had plenty of time to grow.
As Gen mapped out his future, a pair of eyes filled with jealousy and anger watched him from afar.
The forest was dense, shadows layered beneath thick green canopies.
"No!!"
Hidden among the trees, Sarutobi Asuma stared through the gaps in the leaves, fury blazing.
That man—
was lying atop his father's Hokage Rock…
resting on the lap of the woman he loved.
How dare he?!
How dare he?!
Putting himself in Gen's place, Asuma knew—if it were him, even if he had won Kurenai's heart, he wouldn't dare treat her like that.
"Asuma-sama."
A low voice spoke from behind, interrupting his rising anger.
Startled and embarrassed, Asuma turned—his pupils shrinking as he recognized the figures behind him.
ANBU. Directly under the Hokage.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Two masked ANBU landed on the branch in front of him.
"The Hokage summons Kamizuki Gen—and you."
"Me?" Asuma pointed at himself, confused.
…
Hokage Building. Office.
"...Sigh."
Hiruzen Sarutobi sat with his eyes closed, letting out a long, weary breath.
The lines on his face seemed carved deeper overnight. In just one night, he had aged a decade.
Across from him stood Kamizuki Gen.
Straight-backed, clad in a black robe, a ninja blade strapped across his back.
His face was youthful, almost radiant—like the rising sun.
And yet, those bandaged eyes made him feel… just a little out of place.
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