In a quiet courtyard deep within the Uchiha district, a young shinobi wearing a Konoha forehead protector stepped outside. Dressed in battle gear adorned with the Uchiha clan crest, Ichiro exuded calm strength.
"Good morning, Mr. Ichiro."
"Captain Ichiro, morning!"
Everyone who passed him—clan members, shinobi, elders—greeted him respectfully.
Though only nineteen years old, Ichiro had already earned his place among the elite. In this world, strength was everything, and age meant nothing if you had power.
And while the Uchiha were known for their pride, they held even more respect for strength—especially strength that came from their own blood.
After nineteen years in this world, the transmigrated Ichiro had climbed to the top through sheer talent and relentless effort. He wasn't just strong—he was the strongest in the Uchiha clan.
"Am I seriously doing all this without a cheat?" Ichiro thought as he made his way to the training grounds.
At his current level, Ichiro's power was close to Kage-level. In the Uchiha clan, he reigned supreme. In Konoha, there were only a handful of shinobi who could match him.
But even so, in this vast and dangerous world, he knew all too well—without a system, Kage-level was the ceiling. And for someone who knew the future, that simply wasn't enough.
It might be enough to survive the Third Great Ninja War, sure. But once the Fourth War rolled around, Kage-level would barely put him above cannon fodder.
"Lord Ichiro, half the clan already supports you. Looks like you're set to become the next patriarch."
Ichiro had barely stepped onto the training field when Uchiha Goro walked over and whispered the words with admiration in his eyes.
Goro was one of Ichiro's most loyal subordinates—an elite jōnin and one of the Uchiha clan's top combatants.
The current clan head was on the verge of stepping down. While he intended to pass the mantle to Uchiha Fugaku, many within the clan weren't convinced. To them, Ichiro—both in strength and leadership—was the obvious choice.
In the Uchiha clan, it wasn't words or blood that made you leader. It was power. And Ichiro had more than enough of that.
"When did I ever say I wanted to be patriarch?" Ichiro replied coolly.
As a transmigrator, Ichiro knew the truth behind the Uchiha's decline. The clan was already marked—seen as a threat by both Sarutobi Hiruzen and Danzo. Add in their poor relations with the other clans, and you had a ticking time bomb.
Being patriarch? It was a thankless job. And to Ichiro, it was a role with no real future.
"Lord Ichiro, only with you leading us can the Uchiha rise to greatness," Goro urged, full of conviction.
Ichiro glanced sideways at him. You're giving me too much credit.
Greatness? He couldn't even guarantee the clan would survive.
Suddenly, a crisp mechanical voice rang out in his mind.
[Ding! Charging complete. Villain System initializing… 10%... 30%... 100%. System fully loaded!]
Ichiro's eyes widened.
That wasn't genjutsu—he would've noticed. No one, not even a Kage-level ninja, could pull off a genjutsu on him undetected.
"Could it be... the cheat I've been waiting for all these years has finally arrived?"
Without another word, Ichiro used the Body Flicker Technique and disappeared, leaving Goro mid-sentence.
Back home, Ichiro stood still and whispered, "System."
[I'm here, Host.]
"Haha… it's real—it's finally real!"
Ichiro couldn't hide his excitement. For nineteen years, he'd worked without a system, surviving on talent and effort alone. But without a cheat, he knew he'd never have a true impact when the major events hit.
He wasn't going to spend the Fourth Great Ninja War as a bystander.
"System, tell me what you do."
[This is the Villain System. As long as the Host commits evil deeds, you will receive rewards.]
[The more evil your acts, the greater the rewards. Evil value can be exchanged for items in the Villain Store.]
[Mangekyō Sharingan – 300,000 Evil Value][Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan – 1,000,000 Evil Value][Perfect Sage Body – 1,000,000 Evil Value][Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan – 10,000,000 Evil Value]...
"Doing bad things makes me stronger?" Ichiro smirked. "No problem. I was never a saint anyway."
"System, is there a newbie gift package?"
[There is no beginner gift—but due to a nineteen-year delay in activation, a compensation package is available. Activate it now?]
"Nineteen years of waiting? Turn it on—immediately!"
[Compensation Package unlocked. Congratulations! You've received: Zanpakutō – Ryūjin Jakka and 100,000 Evil Value.]
A plain long blade appeared in Ichiro's hand. Its scabbard was unremarkable, and the blade itself looked ordinary. But Ichiro knew the truth—this was the most powerful Zanpakutō in Bleach.
"System, are you sure I can use this?"
In the Bleach universe, Zanpakutō could only be used by spirit beings with spiritual pressure. It wasn't compatible with the Naruto world's chakra system—at least not normally.
[All system-issued items are automatically adapted for Host usage. Ryūjin Jakka will consume chakra instead of reiatsu.]
That was good news… but Ichiro still couldn't release its Shikai yet. The minimum requirement was Kage-level.
"Guess I'll need to start learning real swordsmanship."
Until now, he'd only used standard shinobi blades for basic slashes. If he wanted to unleash the true power of Ryūjin Jakka, casual swinging wouldn't cut it.
Sheathing the sword across his back, Ichiro made his way toward the Konoha Military Police HQ.
He wasn't just an elite jōnin—he also held the title of Deputy Commander of the Konoha Police Force.
He kept the 100,000 evil value untouched. He had plenty of standard ninjutsu already. Better to save it for the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Though he'd awakened his Three-Tomoe Sharingan, the Mangekyō remained out of reach.
Opening Mangekyō wasn't just about talent—it required trauma, loss, emotional upheaval. And Ichiro? Aside from losing his parents as a child, his life had been relatively smooth.
He hadn't experienced death, betrayal, or desperate battles. That made the Mangekyō near-impossible to unlock naturally.
Without the system, he might've never awakened it at all.
When he arrived at the Konoha Guard building, he was met with a familiar cold glare.
Uchiha Fugaku.
Ichiro sighed. "Here we go again…"
Fugaku's face was stony. "Ichiro, late again. That's the seventeenth time this month."
Ichiro was the Deputy Commander. Fugaku, his superior, was the Commander. Technically.
In truth, the position should've gone to Ichiro—he was stronger, more accomplished. But Fugaku's father was the clan head, and that made all the difference.
The two of them weren't enemies, but their relationship was riddled with tension.
Especially over the matter of clan leadership. Even though Ichiro had no desire to become patriarch, Fugaku clearly saw him as a threat.
And judging by that sour look… the pressure was only rising.