"There are only three minutes left... At this critical moment, time moves so slowly."
The clock hands inched toward 23:57, each tick echoing in Shinomiya Uzumaki's ears, testing his patience. His heart was already in the future, eagerly anticipating the moment.
In the blink of an eye, three minutes slipped away.
The soft chime of a system notification rang in his ears, clear and crisp.
> [Daily benefits have arrived]
[You have successfully rewritten the fate of three group members and received 1500 gold coins.]
"Finally!" Shinomiya Uzumaki grinned.
This was the privilege of being the group leader—gold coins earned by altering the fate of his group members.
Every midnight, the system would deposit his daily earnings, a reliable stream of resources that could be used in countless ways.
And speaking of ways to spend...
"Let's put this to good use."
He willed his system to activate.
> [Clone Technique - Max Mastery]
[Training complete! 50 gold coins deducted. Current Clone Technique proficiency: Legendary.]
A rush of information flooded his mind as if he had practiced the Clone Technique for decades.
Eager to test it out, Shinomiya Uzumaki formed the necessary seals.
"Clone Technique!"
Bang!
A cloud of smoke erupted, revealing a flawless copy of himself standing tall.
"Perfect!" He nodded in approval.
Before today, his Clone Technique was barely passable—it looked more like a sagging scarecrow than a proper doppelgänger. But now, in an instant, he had surpassed nearly everyone in the art of cloning.
And this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to gold coins!
"Let's open the Gold Coin Mall."
With a single thought, a holographic shop menu appeared in front of him, filled with a dazzling array of items.
Weapons, tools, scrolls, techniques, bloodline abilities—everything from the ninja world was available for purchase.
His eyes scanned some particularly tempting options:
> [Sharingan (Uchiha Obito version) – 300,000 gold coins]
[Flying Thunder God Jutsu (Minato Namikaze version) – 200,000 gold coins]
[Flying Thunder God Jutsu (Tobirama Senju version) – 100,000 gold coins]
"Wait… why is Minato's Flying Thunder God more expensive than Tobirama's?"
He quickly realized the reason.
Tobirama may have invented the technique, but Minato perfected it. His version likely included additional optimizations and battle tactics, making it a better investment.
Still, 200,000 gold coins was steep.
"No need to buy what I can get for free."
If he played his cards right, he could befriend Minato, gain his trust, and eventually learn Flying Thunder God directly from the man himself.
As for eye techniques like Sharingan? That was another story.
It wasn't like Obito would just pluck out his own eyes and hand them over.
…Well, unless Kakashi was involved.
Heh, let's not go there.
Just as Shinomiya Uzumaki was about to call it a night, a sudden notification popped up.
> [Ding!]
[Senju Hashirama has greatly altered the course of history!]
[200,000 gold coins awarded to Senju Hashirama!]
[As the group leader, you also receive an equal reward!]
"What the—?!"
Shinomiya Uzumaki sat up in shock.
"200,000 gold coins?!"
That was an insane amount.
Just what exactly had Hashirama done?
He recalled that Hashirama had mentioned trying to redeem Uchiha Madara. If he had actually succeeded, it meant an entirely different ninja world—one where the Great Ninja Wars might never happen.
It made sense that such a drastic change would result in an enormous reward.
Grinning, Shinomiya Uzumaki reopened the Gold Coin Mall.
"I thought I'd have to save up for months, but not anymore!"
He immediately locked onto his target.
> [Would you like to purchase Bloodline: Wood Style?]
[Cost: 80,000 gold coins.]
"Buy!"
With a single thought, he confirmed the purchase.
> [Transaction complete. 80,000 gold coins deducted.]
The moment the trade finalized, a powerful energy surged through his body.
This was the power of Wood Style!
A Kekkei Genkai unique to Senju Hashirama, created by perfectly fusing the Water Style and Earth Style chakras.
"Let's test it out…"
Shinomiya Uzumaki quickly formed a few seals.
A tiny sprout emerged between the cracks in his wooden floor.
"...That's it?"
He frowned.
Even though he had gained the Wood Style bloodline, his current mastery was nowhere near Hashirama's legendary level.
But that was fine.
There was another solution.
He scrolled through the mall again and found his next purchase.
> [Sage Body: A bloodline inherited from the Sage of Six Paths. Grants immense chakra reserves and regenerative abilities.]
[Cost: 100,000 gold coins.]
"Buy!"
> [Transaction complete. 100,000 gold coins deducted.]
A violent transformation overtook his body.
His chakra reserves skyrocketed, surging like a raging ocean. His physical strength increased dramatically, and his healing factor became absurdly powerful.
This was the Sage Body—the reason Hashirama had been virtually unstoppable in battle.
"Holy crap… This is insane!"
His fists clenched automatically. He felt like he could punch a hole through a mountain.
This wasn't just about Wood Style—the Sage Body gave him a monstrous chakra pool, allowing him to use powerful techniques without worrying about exhaustion.
No wonder Hashirama's Wood Style was so godly. His chakra reserves fueled his jutsu to absurd levels!
"Time to max out my Wood Style proficiency!"
> [Ding!]
[10,000 gold coins deducted. Wood Style proficiency increased to Legendary.]
A sudden rush of mastery flooded his mind.
In an instant, he understood everything about Wood Style—the jutsu, the hand seals, the battle strategies.
He no longer needed seals to use it. Just a single thought, and the trees would obey.
Now, Shinomiya Uzumaki was no longer just a user of Wood Style—he had perfected it.
Looking down at the fragile sprout, he willed it to grow.
A massive wooden dragon erupted from the floor, coiling around him, radiating raw power.
"...I think I just became a mini-Hashirama."
He grinned.
At this point, no one in Konoha could take him down—except maybe Might Guy with the Eighth Gate open.
Otherwise?
He was unstoppable.
Satisfied, Shinomiya Uzumaki turned off the lights, pulled up his blanket, and fell into a peaceful sleep—a smile still on his face.
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End of Chapter 6