Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

B-Rank missions. The sweet spot between "run-of-the-mill shinobi work" and "welcome to war, please enjoy your short life expectancy."

On paper, it was an escort mission. Simple. Straightforward. Nothing crazy. Our job? Get an old merchant and his supplies to a neighboring town.

What could go wrong?

Well, a lot, actually.

Minato-sensei gathered us outside the village gate for our mission details. I was barely awake, still processing my daily login reward.

[Daily Login Reward: Caffeine Pills (Extra Strength)]

For a brief moment, I saw hope. My eyelids lifted a fraction. My faith in the system had been restored.

Then I remembered the time Obito took a single sip of green tea and spent two hours trying to race his own shadow.

Yeah. I'd be keeping these pills far, far away from him.

"As I was saying," Minato continued, eyeing Obito, who was already struggling to pay attention, "this is a B-rank escort mission. There's been an increase in rogue ninja activity along the trade routes, so we need to stay alert."

Obito smirked. "Psh, rogue ninja? Please, Sensei, I could take them all down with one hand tied behind my back."

I snorted. "You can't even tie your own sandals properly."

"EXCUSE YOU—"

"Enough," Minato said, smiling like he wasn't suppressing the urge to knock our heads together. "Let's move out."

Our client was an old, grumpy merchant named Ryoji, whose life's work involved selling highly breakable ceramics.

"You touch anything, I dock your pay," he grumbled, shooting us a glare like we were all feral raccoons.

Obito immediately pretended to almost drop a plate.

Ryoji nearly had a stroke.

Minato sighed. "Obito…"

"Fine, fine, I'll behave," Obito muttered. "But this is so boring. What kind of B-rank mission is this? We should be taking down bandits, not babysitting pottery."

"Don't jinx it," I muttered.

Three hours later, the universe decided to prove my point.

We were halfway to the next town when the attack happened. One second, we were on a peaceful dirt road. The next, an explosive tag went off, and we were dodging kunai from the trees.

"KNEW IT!" I shouted as I flipped away from the blast radius. "OBITO, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY!" Obito yelled, barely avoiding a thrown shuriken.

Rin pulled Ryoji to safety while Minato disappeared in a flash of yellow light—probably already taking down half the enemies.

That left us.

Three rogue ninja emerged from the trees. They had the classic look: mismatched gear, shady headbands, and the kind of overconfidence that screamed "I get beaten by the protagonist in five minutes."

"Hand over the cargo," one of them demanded.

I sighed. "I knew this would happen."

"Okay, okay," Obito said, stepping forward with his hands raised. "Before we fight, I just wanna ask—why are you guys always obsessed with cargo? Like, do you even know what's inside? What if it's something lame, like—"

I shoved him aside as a kunai flew past his head. "Less talking, more fighting!"

The first guy rushed me with a sword.

Classic. Predictable. Boring.

I ducked under his slash, sidestepped another, then twisted around and slammed my elbow into his ribs. He gasped. I grabbed his wrist, wrenched the sword from his grip, and knocked him out with the hilt.

"Next."

The second guy threw kunai at me. I deflected them, pulling out my own blade—my recent login reward. Razor-sharp, lightweight, perfectly balanced.

Thank you, System.

We exchanged blows, metal clashing as we weaved through the trees. But I had the advantage—I was faster, sharper. Flow State kicked in, and my movements felt effortless.

One misstep from him was all I needed.

I slid behind him, knocking his legs out. He hit the ground, and before he could react, I pressed my blade to his throat.

"Surrender, or keep embarrassing yourself. Your call."

He surrendered.

Meanwhile, Obito was… struggling.

"RIN! HELP! THIS GUY'S TOO FAST!"

"Obito, dodge!" Rin called out, already forming hand seals.

Obito, predictably, did not dodge.

The rogue ninja knocked him flat on his back.

I sighed. "This is painful to watch."

"Shut up, Kakashi!" Obito groaned.

Rin finished her jutsu, sending a burst of water at Obito's opponent, knocking him off balance. Obito scrambled up, forming hand seals.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

The rogue ninja barely had time to react before he was engulfed in flames.

"YEAH! WHO'S THE BEST NOW?!" Obito shouted.

Minato suddenly appeared beside us. "Good work, team. I took care of the rest."

Obito pouted. "Aw, man! I wanted to beat up more guys!"

"Be grateful you won your one fight," I muttered.

With the threat gone, we regrouped.

Ryoji, who had spent the entire battle hiding, finally emerged. "Is… is my cargo safe?"

Not "Thank you for saving my life" or "Wow, you're all amazing ninja." No. His first concern was his stupid breakable dishes.

I opened my mouth to say something sarcastic, but Rin cut me off with her usual diplomacy. "Yes, Ryoji-san, everything is safe."

Ryoji sighed in relief. "Good. Now, let's keep moving. We're behind schedule."

Obito gawked at him. "BEHIND SCHEDULE?! WE ALMOST DIED!"

Minato just smiled. "Alright, let's get back on the road."

I groaned. "I hate escort missions."

By the time we got back, I was exhausted. Not from the fight—no, that part was easy.

I was exhausted because I had spent the last two hours listening to Obito tell the story of the fight… completely wrong.

"And then, when Kakashi was getting wrecked, I stepped in and saved the day!"

I rolled my eyes. "That literally never happened."

Rin giggled. "Obito, you were the one on the ground."

"T-Tactical decision!"

We reached the Hokage Tower to report our mission. Minato handled the formalities while we waited outside.

Obito stretched. "Man, I hope our next mission is something cool. Maybe we'll get to fight real ninja!"

I sighed. "Obito, every time you say things like that, something terrible happens."

Rin smiled. "Maybe next time we'll get something peaceful, like helping at the hospital."

Obito gagged. "Bleh. No thanks."

Minato returned, smiling. "Well, team, good work today! You've earned some rest."

Rest. Finally.

Maybe I could sleep for once.

Or, knowing my luck, something ridiculous would happen tomorrow.

I sighed. "Let's go home."

And just like that, another mission was complete.

I woke up to the now-familiar glow of the system notification hovering in my vision.

[Daily Login Reward: Unlimited Bottled Water]

I stared at the system message. Then at the sudden crate of bottled water that had materialized in my room like some kind of hydration blessing from the heavens.

"…Huh."

This was by far the most random reward I'd gotten. I mean, sure, water was essential for survival and all that, but unlimited bottled water? What was I supposed to do with this? Start a black-market hydration business? Flood the economy with free drinks?

Well. Only one way to find out.

I grabbed a bottle, twisted the cap, and took a sip. It was surprisingly good. Cool, crisp, none of that weird mineral aftertaste. Definitely an upgrade from Konoha's public drinking fountains.

Then, just to test the system's generosity, I chugged the whole thing like a man dying in the desert.

Pop!

A brand-new, full bottle appeared exactly where the old one had been.

I squinted at it. "Alright. That's… actually kind of cool."

Could I weaponize this? Maybe. If I ever ran out of kunai, I could just start hurling water bottles at people. Death by hydration. A truly humiliating way to go.

But I didn't have time for that now. I had training to suffer through.

It was way too early to be awake, but here I was—standing in the misty training grounds, preparing to once again ruin my body for the sake of progress.

I reached down and cranked up my Compression Training Weights to a level that should probably come with a health warning. Immediately, my entire existence regretted everything.

The air felt thicker. My limbs heavier. Gravity had basically declared war on my soul.

"Alright," I muttered, rolling my shoulders, "let's see if I survive this."

I crouched down and launched into a sprint.

Well. That was the plan.

Instead, I moved about three inches forward and almost face-planted into the dirt.

I groaned. "Fantastic. I love this. Best decision I've ever made."

But no way was I backing down now. I just needed Pink Muscles to do their thing. I clenched my jaw, forced every fiber to fire at max efficiency, and pushed off the ground again.

Boom.

The dirt beneath me cracked from sheer force, and this time, my body actually moved. I shot forward, adapting to the weight, my speed increasing with every step. Trees blurred, leaves whipped past, and the entire world became one big high-stakes obstacle course.

Sprint. Dodge. Pivot.

Every movement felt like I was fighting the universe itself, but that's what made it work.

Because no matter how much I trained, no matter how strong I got…

It never felt like enough.

Okay, real talk.

The war was still going, and every mission was a gamble. Sometimes I woke up and thought, "Wow, today could be my last day on earth. Neat."

And, you know what? I hated that.

It wasn't even the fighting that scared me. It was the not knowing.

Would I survive the year?

Would Obito and Rin?

Would Minato-sensei still be there to guide us, or would he—

Nope. Not thinking about that. Punch something instead.

I turned toward the nearest tree and unleashed absolute violence.

Fist met bark. Bark exploded. Wood shattered. The sheer force of my strikes obliterated the tree before my brain even caught up.

I exhaled, shaking out my knuckles.

"Yeah. That helped."

But still. No matter how hard I trained, there were things I couldn't control.

And that was the worst part.

Since apparently I didn't almost die enough this morning, I dropped into a one-handed handstand and started doing push-ups under the insane gravity.

Every rep burned.

Every movement felt like a battle.

And I loved it.

Because as long as I was training, as long as I was moving, as long as I was getting stronger—I didn't have to think about anything else.

No war. No what-ifs. No existential nonsense.

Just me, gravity, and a rapidly growing pile of empty water bottles.

Which, speaking of—

I grabbed another bottle, chugged it in one go, and tossed the empty over my shoulder.

Pop!

A fresh, full bottle magically appeared.

I stared at it.

"You know, for a system that's been giving me weapons and superpowers, this is oddly considerate."

Then, without missing a beat, I cranked my weights even higher and kept going.

—-

I collapsed onto the rocky ground, staring up at the sky.

No matter how fast I ran, there was always someone faster.

No matter how strong I became, there was always someone stronger.

No matter how much I improved, war was still coming.

Was I running toward something? Or was I just running away?

I exhaled slowly, pushing the thoughts away. Tomorrow, I'd wake up and do this all over again.

The sound of panting broke the silence.

I tilted my head, watching as Obito finally reached the summit, looking like he was about to die.

He collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat, gasping like a fish out of water.

"Why," he wheezed, "do you do this for fun?!"

I blinked. Oh, right. Other people get tired.

"…You weren't supposed to follow me."

"WHAT?!" Obito practically screamed. "I saw you training! What was I supposed to do, just ignore that?!"

I shrugged.

Obito groaned and rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky like he was regretting every life choice that led him here.

I took another sip of water.

"Want one?" I asked, holding out a bottle.

Obito swatted it away. "I don't want your pity water, Kakashi."

I unscrewed the cap and poured it dramatically over my head.

Obito made a sound of pure, unfiltered rage.

Worth it.

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