Reborn Naruto: Starting with its own system

Naruto returned to his residence, closed the door gently, and took off his mask. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, then slowly closed his eyes and ended his transformation.

When the effect of the transformation technique dissipated like the tide, Naruto's original disguise gradually became clear, and finally completely restored to his own appearance. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal, but deep in that fatigue, there was more of a rock-like firm light.

Naruto dragged his slightly heavy steps to the bedside, and collapsed on the bed like a deflated ball. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts as numerous as flying catkins.

Through today's battle with Obito, he truly felt the powerful force in his body bursting out. Perhaps because Obito was still weak at the moment, he did not feel the kind of hearty pleasure in this battle at all.

Suddenly, Naruto began to look forward to the future battle with Uchiha Madara and Otsutsuki Kaguya.

Naruto shook his head violently and smiled bitterly to himself: "I am getting carried away. It seems I am really getting carried away. I don't even take Obito seriously."

Then, Naruto felt a little proud again: "As expected of a man with his own system. I am only 6 years old, but my strength is probably on par with the Six Paths. When that blind man provokes me one day, I will overturn the table."

Thinking of this, Naruto couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just as he was immersed in his own fantasy, he heard the sound of footsteps landing outside the window.

With a "swish", Naruto instantly stopped his fantasy, his expression became serious, and he concentrated on sensing the human breath.

When he sensed the person coming, he started to wonder, "Itachi, why is this guy looking for me instead of running away now?"

Then he stopped thinking, stood up, walked to the window, and said to the person who came: "Brother Itachi, why are you here?"

Itachi looked at Naruto with a complicated expression, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness. He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know how to start. He just wanted to see this powerful boy who taught him a lot before leaving the village: "Naruto, I'm here to say goodbye to you. I'm leaving this village. I hope you can take care of my brother for me. He's injured."

Naruto pretended not to understand and said, "Brother Itachi, what happened to Sasuke? How did he get hurt? And where are you going? How long will it take for you to come back?"

Itachi sighed helplessly, without saying anything more. In just a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already on the wall of Konoha. He quietly looked down at the entire village. The lights were dim, and the familiar scene was about to become a memory. He was filled with emotion: "Today I will leave this village that I have protected for many years." At this time, a deep voice came from behind: "Uchiha Itachi, let's go."

Itachi did not answer, but took one last deep look at Konoha, as if to engrave all of this in his heart. Then the two of them disappeared into the darkness, leaving only silence.

The next day, the news of the Uchiha clan being exterminated spread like wildfire throughout the village. At this moment, the Uchiha clan's territory was already crowded with people, all of whom were villagers who came to watch the excitement.

They whispered to each other, with expressions of curiosity, shock, or fear on their faces. When they saw dozens of charred bodies placed at the entrance of the tribe, they all couldn't help but discuss.

"This is too tragic. Who did it?" said a middle-aged man with a frown.

"I heard it was Uchiha Itachi. What a scary guy." The old man next to him lowered his voice, fear in his eyes.

"No way, how could he be so cruel to his own people?" A young woman covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Who knows? The Uchiha clan has always been mysterious. Maybe they have some unspeakable secrets." A man in coarse clothes speculated.

"Hmph, well done! The Uchiha clan is usually so arrogant, always thinking they are superior to others. Now they are getting their retribution!" A burly man with a face full of flesh shouted loudly.

"That's right, they always look so arrogant. I've disliked them for a long time." A man with a pointed chin and monkey face nearby echoed.

"Maybe they are fighting among themselves, killing each other. Anyway, none of them are good." A woman said with a sneer.

Various voices rose and fell in the crowd, and a feeling of fear, doubt and gloating filled the air.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Hokage's office was so tense that it seemed as if water could drip out. The Third Hokage had a gloomy expression, pointed his finger directly at Danzo, and shouted angrily: "Danzo, did you instigate this matter?"

Danzo snorted coldly, turned his head away, and said coldly: "Hiruzen, don't slander me without any evidence. Don't try to throw dirty water on me."

The Third Hokage's eyes widened, anger burning in his eyes: "Don't think I don't know that you have always had ill intentions towards the Uchiha clan. This genocide is too strange, you can't deny it!"

Danzo narrowed his eyes slightly, a sinister look flashed in his eyes: "Hiruzen, are you old and confused now? How can you casually accuse me of such a serious matter?"

The two men glared at each other, and the air in the office seemed to freeze.

After a moment of stalemate, the Third Hokage took a deep breath, tried to suppress his anger, and slowly said: "Danzo, I hope this is not what you did. But if I find out the truth is related to you, I will not let you off easily."

Danzo sneered, "Then go ahead and check it out. I want to see what you can find out."

At this time, an Anbu ninja hurried in and whispered something in the Third Hokage's ear. The Third Hokage looked even uglier and looked at Danzo again: "Danzo, you'd better pray that this matter has nothing to do with you." After that, he turned and left the office.

Danzo looked at the retreating figure of the Third Hokage, a barely perceptible sneer forming at the corner of his mouth.

Early in the morning, when Kiba was taking Akamaru to school, he overheard two passers-by talking about something on the street. Fragments of their conversation floated into his ears, "I heard that the Uchiha clan was wiped out!" Kiba's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief, and he ran over impatiently.

Ya was as fast as the wind and soon arrived near the Uchiha clan's territory. The scene in front of him made him gasp. The crowd was bustling, pointing at the ruins.

Ya squeezed forward with great effort, looking at the charred house and the mess on the ground, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

"Damn it, how could this happen? Where is Sasuke? Is Sasuke okay?" Ya frowned, looking anxious, his eyes searching the crowd eagerly.

Akamaru was barking beside him, as if expressing his uneasiness.

He gritted his teeth, pulled someone next to him and asked, "Uncle, do you know how Sasuke is doing?"

The man shook his head: "I don't know, this happened too suddenly."

Kiba's expression became increasingly ugly, and he prayed silently in his heart: "Sasuke, I hope nothing happens to you." Akamaru anxiously turned around on the spot, whimpering constantly from his mouth.