I Got Transmigrated Into Naruto, But I Want to Die

After finishing a meal at Obito's house and listening to some advice from his beloved teacher Minato, Uchiha Renzou bid farewell and left.

Renzou and Uchiha Obito became acquainted because Obito's grandmother lived next door and often visited for small talk. Over time, they naturally became familiar with each other.

Unlike other characters in the Naruto world, Uchiha Renzou could maintain his relationship with Obito without much concern.

After all, anyone who understands that Obito knows—no matter how deep the bond, it won't stop him from cutting you down once he descends into darkness.

After leaving Obito's house, Uchiha Renzou strolled through the streets of Konoha with his wallet in hand.

At this time, the shadow of war had not yet spread widely among civilians, and the village still appeared peaceful on the surface.

However, signs of unrest had already begun to emerge.

Pushing aside the shop curtain, Uchiha Renzou stepped into a ninja tool store.

"Yo, little Renzou, here to buy more explosive tags?" The store owner, a burly man with a thick beard, greeted him with a grin.

"No, this time I'm here for shuriken."

"Well, bad timing. The prices for shuriken and kunai have gone up by 20%, and special steel wire has increased by 30%. But if you ask me, you should stock up. According to information from Granny Cat, these hard goods will only get more expensive later."

"Alright then, give me six sets of ninja tools with steel wire slots, two large rolls of wire, and one sealing scroll. That should leave me with about 200,000 ryo—convert the rest into explosive tags." Uchiha Renzou patted his wallet and grinned, completely unfazed by the expense.

D-rank missions typically paid between 5,000 and 10,000 ryo, though some offered only a few hundred. Renzou never took the low-paying ones, and since he completed missions alone, he didn't have to split the rewards.

A year of relentless effort had allowed him to accumulate a seven-figure savings.

And that savings existed for this moment.

"Damn, little Renzou, you're spending big!" The store owner raised his brows. Uchiha Renzou's purchasing power rivaled, if not surpassed, that of some elite jōnin.

Renzou smiled slightly. He had no family to support—only himself to self-destruct.

Unlike those frugal ninja saving for retirement, he had different priorities.

In the ninja world, the cost of ninja tools varied dramatically. An explosive tag was 2,000 ryo per sheet, while shuriken were the cheapest at about 50 ryo each. Kunai ranged from 200 to 30,000 ryo depending on quality, with a vast difference between throwing kunai and ones meant for blocking.

A high-quality set of ninja tools—including throwing weapons, melee weapons, and protective gear—could cost close to 200,000 ryo.

Swords and ninja blades were even pricier. Even the cheapest practice ninja sword started at 3,000 ryo, while chakra metal weapons were practically unavailable for sale. If someone insisted on selling, their price would be measured in "Asumas."

But why was Uchiha Renzou buying so many ninja tools and explosive tags?

The answer was simple.

He was planning to die—but he couldn't intentionally die.

It was a bit of a paradox, but that was the logic.

Intentional suicide would be judged by the will of the heavens as insurance fraud, yielding no rewards—only a wasted life.

However—

A determined ninja, betting his entire fortune and using his finest honed techniques, fighting for a great cause…

If such a warrior perished in battle, who could say he hadn't died with honor?

Wouldn't that be the ninja world's version of "the emperor's grand cause unfinished, only to fall in the midst of ambition"?

He was burning himself out—completely!

How could the system not hand over his insurance payout?

Before long, the store owner emerged, carrying a mountain of supplies, his forehead dripping with sweat under the sheer weight of six full sets of ninja tools.

With a loud thud, he placed them on the counter.

Then, like laying down a deck of cards, he fanned out stacks of explosive tags for Uchiha Renzou to count.

"Little Renzou, buying this much in one go… are you about to take on a dangerous mission?"

By now, the store owner realized Renzou wasn't buying these just for fun.

Renzou looked up, frowning slightly.

"Don't blame me for prying. I know about the ninja confidentiality rules, but I also run a bit of an intelligence business under Granny Cat."

"For the Uchiha, dangerous missions usually mean heading to the battlefield in the Land of Rain or the Hell Valley of the Land of Hot Water."

Both places were war zones.

"Neither of those is something someone of your strength should be involved in," the store owner stated bluntly, not mincing words.

Then, after a pause, he frowned and glanced at Uchiha Renzou hesitantly.

"You've done business with the Ninja Cats for a long time, so I'll give you something extra."

With that, he pulled out a parchment scroll and placed it before Renzou.

"This is a one-time contract with the Ninja Cat Clan. Sign it, and you'll be able to summon a Ninja Cat Messenger."

The Ninja Cat Messengers were elite feline warriors of the Ninja Cat Clan.

They mostly operated in chaotic regions, with their base hidden in an abandoned city known to few.

Unlike traditional summoned creatures, Ninja Cats had strong personalities and could hardly be enslaved.

They ran a ninja tool business and had deep ties to the Uchiha, who specialized in ninja tool combat.

Uchiha Renzou knew that Granny Cat, the leader of the Ninja Cats, had a soft spot for children.

If she could help, she would—especially if the child was an Uchiha.

For the store owner to hand over this one-time contract meant that, based on his intelligence, he believed—

Uchiha Renzou had little chance of surviving this mission.

This contract was not just an aid—it was a plea for him to reconsider.

"You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" The store owner's pupils subtly shifted into vertical slits as he locked eyes with Renzou, his tone heavy.

Uchiha Renzou smiled, taking the contract.

The Ninja Cats were a neutral clan. They wouldn't interfere in ninja conflicts unless paid.

So, in the grand scheme of things, this contract was mainly for battlefield survival—providing supplies and ninja tools, also for a price.

But for Uchiha Renzou, who had just emptied his entire wallet, this was nothing more than a scrap of paper.

It wouldn't stop him from cashing in on his insurance plan.

With that in mind, he turned and strode out of the store.

Leaving only one simple sentence behind:

"Thanks, old man."

"But I have something I must accomplish, even if I must face death head-on."

"This is my way of the ninja!"

After delivering that grand speech, Uchiha Renzou stepped onto the street, pinching his now-empty wallet to confirm its balance.

Then, without hesitation, he turned into Konoha's red-light district.

Tomorrow, he would face the terror of death.

And now that the moment had truly arrived, beneath his excitement, a sliver of fear crept in.

So, tonight, he would erase all lingering regrets.

Three minutes later—

Boom! Boom! Boom!