Naruto: Not a Ninja, the System

Although the Four Great Shinobi Villages and several smaller ones attacked the Whirlpool Country simultaneously, the actual number of troops involved wasn't massive—just around twenty to thirty thousand.

But because their strategy focused on striking a few key points, they couldn't spread their forces thin to cover the entire coastline.

The most critical detail, however, was that the Four Great Shinobi Villages lacked strong sensory ninjas.

That advantage belonged solely to Konoha, and it was this very strength—especially with the Hyuga Clan's Byakugan—that helped Konoha dominate the previous three Ninja World Wars.

Now, under the dual coverage of the Hyuga's Byakugan and the Uzumaki Clan's unique sensory abilities, a ship sailed quietly into the night.

Despite the roaring sea and stormy winds, the boat remained steady—guided by expert hands.

And in this game of strategy and war, the final victor was not any of the Great Shinobi Villages…

It was Jaxon.

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With brilliance and boldness, Jaxon pulled off a move none of the villages foresaw. He rewrote the rules, twisting the world's path to benefit his own.

The year was now Konoha Year 32.

The once vibrant Whirlpool Country had been reduced to ashes. A powerful, ancient clan—the Uzumaki—had been destroyed.

What remained was silence, ash, and ruin.

The streets that once bustled with life now stood empty. The bright laughter of children, the murmurs of evening traders, all were gone.

The land had become a desolate graveyard.

But amidst this sea of sorrow, one spark of hope endured:

Over 200 children had escaped—thanks to Jaxon.

They were the last light of the Uzumaki Clan. And along with them were five elite Jonin, handpicked from their own ranks, to protect their heritage.

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Instead of relocating them to the capital of the Land of Fire, Jaxon chose a more discreet solution.

He settled them in a secluded mountainous region on the border of the Land of Fire and the Land of Rice.

There, the five Uzumaki Jonin created a sealing barrier, cutting off all outside detection. The entire Uzumaki community vanished from the world's eyes.

Hidden.

Protected.

Reborn.

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But this wasn't enough.

Next came the re-education—a form of ideological brainwashing to shift their loyalty, mindset, and culture. A painful necessity in Jaxon's greater plan.

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Seated in his peaceful lakeside pavilion, Jaxon gazed into the water, reflecting on how far things had come.

Over the past six years, he had visited the hidden Uzumaki settlement many times.

Among the children, one had stood out beyond all others: Xuanwo Yunnai.

Though she was only six, she had already mastered the clan's elite sensory technique, Kagura's Mind Eye.

While others her age still struggled to extract chakra, she could rival Jonin-level strength. That kind of talent was terrifying.

When A-Fu, his loyal butler, informed him that the girl wanted to see him, Jaxon thought for a moment and then said:

"She's been locked away too long. Let her come. It's time she sees the real world. From now on, she can follow me."

"Yes, Young Master."

A-Fu nodded. Though he lacked combat strength, he handled logistics, finances, and overall operations. And with so many threats looming, even one more talented person at Jaxon's side brought comfort.

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Then Jaxon asked, "How are things progressing in the smaller countries?"

A-Fu bowed slightly and replied, "Our strongest foothold is currently in the Land of Rivers. Time has been too short for deeper infiltration. However, we've discovered a major silver deposit in the Land of Birds."

He paused, then added, "Unfortunately, the Land of Birds' Daimyo has refused to sell or lease any of the territory."

"Land of Birds, hmm…" Jaxon looked up, smiled faintly, and said, "Then let's replace the Daimyo."

A-Fu's eyes widened in alarm. "Wouldn't that be too extreme? I've thought about this, but we don't yet have enough manpower or influence. If we remove the current Daimyo, we won't be able to maintain control. The Land of Birds would fall into chaos."

"Fair point," Jaxon said after a moment's thought. "Let's shelve that for now. Focus on the grain trade. It's far more valuable to me right now."

He rose and turned to the side to put on his shoes.

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Though just shy of 14 years old, Jaxon already stood nearly 1.7 meters tall. His lean but sturdy figure, elegant features, and composed demeanor gave him the appearance of a noble youth raised in power and discipline.

But the calm masked something deeper.

"The replication progress of this world," he thought to himself, "is just over 0.1% away from unlocking cross-world abilities."

If he remained still, it might take another year. But if he acted—moved boldly—it could happen much faster.

"Konoha Village," he murmured. "It's time I went there in person."

Without another word, Jaxon walked past A-Fu, the wooden walkway creaking beneath his steps.

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Meanwhile, at the Land of Fire Daimyo's Mansion...

"BASTARDS! What is going on?!"

The furious roar echoed through the halls.

The Land of Fire Daimyo—around 50 years old, cloaked in luxurious silks and dripping in heavy makeup—held a bloodied katana in his trembling hand. At his feet lay a lifeless body.

His face was pale with rage, and his bloodshot eyes scanned the kneeling figures before him.

"Tell me! Why did my beloved son DIE in the womb?!"

The court physician, a man with a medicine box strapped to his back, trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat poured down his face. He had no words. No explanation.

"This is the third time in recent years!" the Daimyo shouted again. "Do you think me a fool?!"

Each time, it was the same—a male heir, lost before birth. And each time, no explanation could be given.

He had daughters, plenty. But they were worthless to him. What he needed was a son—a successor.

Each pregnancy that produced a boy mysteriously ended in death before birth.

Was it coincidence?

Or was it... conspiracy?

The Daimyo's face twisted with fury. His voice was hoarse now, almost broken.

"Answer me! What in the name of the Sage is happening?!"

But no one could answer.

Because someone, somewhere, was pulling the strings.

Someone who didn't want the Land of Fire to have a clear successor.

Someone who might already be playing a game far more complicated than anyone in that hall could understand.

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