Naruto: People are in Konoha, the system arrived 20 years earlier Chapter 006

Not long after, Shota arrived at the foot of the imposing Konoha Hospital with Hayato in tow.

As Shota’s foot crossed the threshold of the hospital, a place that held the hopes of countless lives, Hayato keenly noticed that beneath “Choice One Reward” on his system panel, the words “Claimable” had quietly appeared.

‘This mission isn’t just different in its mode; even the way the rewards are claimed is slightly unusual,’ Hayato mused inwardly, wondering if this meant he had a chance to claim all three rewards.

A thought flashed through his mind: wouldn’t it be wonderful to claim all three choices once they were fulfilled?

Hayato remained calm, but Shota was still consumed by anxiety.

Fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he hurried Hayato to the doctor’s office, the anxiety of a new father palpable.

Within Konoha Hospital, there were not only highly skilled medical ninjas but also many proficient ordinary doctors.

After a detailed examination, the doctor gently pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and reassured them in a calm yet firm tone, “Don’t worry too much. The child merely caught a slight cold; it’s nothing serious. Take the medicine on time and care for him diligently, and he’ll recover quickly.”

Hearing this, Shota’s suspended heart finally settled. After repeatedly expressing his thanks, he quickly led Hayato to retrieve the medicine.

Just as they reached the pharmacy, a familiar voice echoed in their ears: “Brother Shota!”

Shota turned at the sound, and Hayato also looked in the direction of the voice, seeing a man with a square face, stern features, yet an undeniable look of pleasant surprise.

A series of fragmented memories flashed through Hayato’s mind, and he finally recalled the person’s identity—Uchiha Fugaku.

“Fugaku, why are you back in the village? The front lines are intense,” Shota said, surprised and a little puzzled.

The two were cousins and shared a deep bond.

Fugaku sighed and whispered, “Many in the clan were poisoned, and conditions on the front line were limited, making proper treatment difficult. So, the higher-ups arranged for me to escort them back to the village for treatment.”

After speaking, Fugaku’s gaze fell upon Hayato in the swaddling clothes, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his brows: “Brother Shota, is this…?”

Shota looked at Hayato tenderly and softly said, “This is Hayato, Misaki’s and my child. He caught a cold today, so I brought him to see the doctor.”

Upon learning that Hayato was his nephew, the heavy burden on Fugaku’s heart seemed to lighten considerably. He approached Hayato, examining him closely, his eyes filled with a smile.

At this time, Fugaku had not yet inherited the position of clan head, and his face had not yet been sculpted by time into that iconic poker face.

This smile surprised Hayato, and he muttered to himself, ‘So Fugaku has such a gentle side too.’

There was even a slight feeling that he might have mistaken him for someone else.

However, Hayato still only half-understood the language of this world, able only to watch their lips open and close, his heart secretly anxious.

This was the first challenge he faced upon his arrival.

Soon, Shota, with the retrieved medicine, left Konoha Hospital with Hayato.

Because Hayato intended to exploit a bug again this time, he didn’t claim the reward.

However, he didn’t know if Choice One would be overwritten when the other two choices were triggered.

Everything still needed time to verify; currently, he was not yet capable of meeting the conditions.

Time flew by like a white steed, passing in a flash. Three years hurried past, and the smoke of the Second Great Ninja War had dissipated. The major ninja villages entered a period of recuperation.

During these three years, Hayato experienced many things.

At six months old, because he showed intelligence beyond children his age, the Great Elder personally began teaching him to read.

Two and a half years were enough for him to gain a basic understanding of the written language of this world.

The language barrier, that difficult hurdle, also gradually dissolved with the磨砺 of time.

As for the system mission, Hayato, half a year ago, used the opportunity to go out of the village to play with his companions.

He snuck out of the village. The good news was that, as he had initially imagined, both choices were in a “Claimable” state after being fulfilled.

At this moment, Hayato was diligently practicing taijutsu in the courtyard.

Push-ups, sit-ups, and other basic physical training exercises were performed in rotation.

Thanks to the nourishment of chakra on his body, the fatigue from training always dissipated quickly.

“Hayato, take a break,” Misaki’s gentle voice called out, holding a plate of sliced watermelon.

Hearing this, Hayato stopped what he was doing and trotted over to Misaki’s side.

Without minding the dirt on his hands, he directly picked up a piece of watermelon and began to eat it heartily. Misaki stroked Hayato’s head, her eyes full of loving affection.

Hayato’s bangs were choppy, and his sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards. His tender face revealed a hint of maturity that didn’t belong to a young boy.

“Hayato, your enrollment procedures have been completed. You can start school tomorrow,” Misaki said softly.

Originally, she and Shota were not in a hurry for Hayato to enroll in the Ninja Academy, but they couldn’t resist Hayato’s pleas and the Great Elder’s high regard.

Hearing this, Hayato’s movements paused, and his heart secretly stirred: ‘This day has finally come!’

He suppressed the joy in his heart and nodded earnestly, “Mmm, I’ll study hard.”

The next day.

Misaki walked in front, with Hayato following closely behind, as they arrived at the entrance of the Ninja Academy.

The moment he stepped through the school gates, Hayato saw that the only remaining mission reward in the system task was also marked “Claimable.”

Hayato clenched his fists, an indescribable excitement surging within him: ‘Finally, all three choices have been fulfilled!’

Over the years, he had countless times imagined sneaking into the Ninja Academy, but due to the shadow of war, the school had been closed for a time, its gates tightly shut.

The system’s requirements were strict; even lingering at the school gate would not count as fulfilling the condition.

After hearing the news that the Ninja Academy had reopened, Hayato tirelessly persuaded his family to agree to his enrollment.

At this moment, he took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the campus.

His goal had been achieved, so he was no longer in a hurry.

The playground was bustling with people, mostly adults bringing their children to register.

Hayato casually scanned the area. Suddenly, a silver-haired boy wearing a half-mask caught his eye, looking intently at him.

Hayato raised an eyebrow, muttering to himself, ‘Oh, isn’t that Hatake Kakashi? I didn’t expect to meet an acquaintance here!’

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but wonder, since he was in the same class as Kakashi, then Uchiha Obito must be here too.

At this moment, Hayato truly confirmed the timeline—Konoha Year 41.

On the other side, Kakashi looked at Hayato, who was a year younger than him, with a serious expression.

As a genius of the Hatake clan, he had naturally heard of Hayato, who had become renowned in the village.

This Uchiha prodigy, who awakened the Sharingan at birth, filled him with anticipation for the upcoming Ninja Academy life.