Chapter 1 : The world is scary.
One moment I was digging a big dumb rock out of the field with my pickaxe sweating underh hot summer sun, the next thing I know it felt like all 9 tailed beast were playing kick the rock with my skull as i fell to the ground clutching my head in pain as decades worth of information was suddenly dumped into my head.
I woke up the next day in bed soaked in sweat feeling like freshly laid dog shit under the tender care of my oldest daughter Kari.
She looked almost half as tired as me. Most likely being up for days tending to her old man as I laid here like a useless vegetable for God only knows how long.
At the sight of me looking back at her fully awake she snapped to attention, small tears formed in her dull brown eyes as a wide smile appeared on her tired face as she called for most of the rest of the family to come to the small room that we all slept in.
One by one 3 smaller children ran into the room each either bawling for daddy or smiling as the 3 practically piled ontop me on the thin worn out Funton. Still confused and dazed I couldn't help but smile at the care he felt coming from them,Even though it was getting kinda hard to breath with 3 little ones on his chest.
Wiping away her tears, Kari took charge and ordered her siblings to get off their father, explaining to them that I was still very much weak and needed my rest or i might fall ill again.
This immediately got the younger children to practically fling themselves off me as non of them wanted to risk that. To see that their father would be okay after being bed ridden for days was a blessing in their eyes.
Even at their age they knew that out here in the boonies of the fire country the way of medicine was practically a mythical concept. What herbs for healing that were available was horded and sold off to bigger village's and the scraps they could find to soothe their ailing father had cost them most of their little savings.
Not that it matters to them. Family was more than worth not being able to eat meat for a couple months. They had their dad back, he was worth all the meat in the world.
The youngest , little Tomtom, while still giving ample space was still stayed a little closer to their father . With shy little brown eyes hidden under his improvised bowl cut brown hair the boy looked at his father who had been quiet since waking up.
He was naturally the most timid of all his siblings so the mere fact that he was singling himself out to his father was proof the boy had been worried sick himself.
With what little strength I had in the tank I lifted my arm and patted the boy's head, this seemed to reassure him as he leaned into the head pat and the sad look on his face turned into a small smile.
The scene was so touching that even the twin middle siblings koko and Taru who both would usually fight with their siblings for their fathers affection held off on their usual sibling rivalry fueled jealousy in favor of just being happy that they're family wasn't going to loose another loved one.
Their mother was still a far too big of hole to fill after all. Loosing both parents and becoming full on orphans would a death sentence to their small family.
Xxxxx
It had been a full 3 days since then.
I had practically been waited on hand and foot by my eldest daughter who fussed over the smallest thing. More than once had I have to shoe her away when I need to take care of my private business with a Chimney pot and she fussed that she could angle the pot so i didn't need to 'waste my strength' to move about and do it himself. A real mother hen that girl of mine.
I didn't even want to bring up her reactions to me needing to go number 2.
No girl should be that eager to assist their parents in...wiping...
Shudder.
I really did pain me to see her waste away her youth looking after me like this.
A girl her age should be out with her friends after doing chores and have fun gossiping and ogling fancy dresses.
Maybe i should find her a nice Doctor's apprentice for a fiancee for her, it would do to have some higher educated blood in our family lineage.
Snort.
Better not let her know he thought about that part, she was still in her "Boys are jerks phase", maybe I'll bring up the idea of marriage in a few years when she a little older, besides child bearing was much easier at 16 than 14 after all.
His late wife had payed the price of that when they had first fooled around back when they were both a little younger than their daughter's current age, causing her to have a complicated first pregnancy.
After so many kids years later it was a no brainer that the poor woman would passes away from a frail constitution just weeks after Tomtom's birth.
Sighing to myself at that bitter memory I knew that it was time to face the two absolutely elephants in the room i was currently alone in. I had certainly put this off enough for days now.
One being the ungodly amount of information now dumbed into my brain about the world I had spent my whole entire life in blissfully unaware of how complete and totally FUCKED the I was !.
The first few nights were just me repeatedly passing out from the mental overloads itself and the rest was me slowly coming to grips with some of the more arcane implications that came with this knowledge.
I couldn't even wrap my thoughts around half the truths i now knew. Just the very idea of a 4th great war popping up in the future damn near had me ready to dig a underground bunker for my family with my damn fingernails if i had to!.
Never mind all the alien Apocalypse shit that comes after that!.
I mean I always thought ninja's were crazy before, with all their magic and trickery , but the very idea that one would essentially try mind control the entire world to put them in a dream world forever was just waaay waaaaaaay passed what reality should allow to correspond with deranged fantasy.
Let's not even get into the fact that thousands of zombies get risen from the dead to fight in that war...it was just too much.
I refuse to touch the part about this world all essentially just being a collection of Drawings.
My mind would literally self destruct if I started seeing myself and my family as not real.
Taking another sigh to collect my thoughts my black eyes rolled over to the other Elephant in the room that was possibly even more impossible than my future Apocalypse knowledge.
A floating blue box hovered above my head.
Name: Ken Tanaka
Age: 28
Chakra Capacity: 10/25 (Civilian)
Strength: 17/25 (Civilian)
Endurance: 20/25 (high Civilian)
Durability: 11/25 (Civilian)
Agility: 10/25 (Civilian)
Taijutsu: 1/25 (Civilian)
Ninjutsu: 1/25 (Civilian)
Genjutsu: 1/25 (Civilian)
Bukijutsu: 1/25 (Civilian)
Chakra Control: 1/25 (Civilian)
Primary status : ( Recovering from mental fusion )
I had a system...
Blink
...
My sanity was on the razors edge, just a small strand hair away from smashing to bits, i could just feel it.
At this point ,If the 9 bijuu suddenly turned out to be able to turn into big tittied tsundere bimbos that wanted to be mindless whores for their hosts i wouldn't even blink at this point.
It was a common theme for some of the smut fanfics my new memories had given me the vivid knowledge of. That and the mother/son incest Stuff...ALOT of that existed for some reason.
That poor dead Uzumaki woman's fanbase seemed to think that if she was somehow kept alive after the kyuubi was released that she'd somehow eventually 0come to the conclusion that molesting her own son was a good idea.
My face turned green just think about that sicking thought.
This was the land of fire, not the land of rock!
We drew the line at cousins.
Mixing blood anything closer and you start getting gremlins and Hunchbacks! Everyone knew this!.
Taking another deep sigh I tried to sort out what was the most important thing to focus on right now.
My family.
How would all this affect my family?
For one thing, if i go around blabbing my gums about what i knew, i could end up ruining their reputations by having all potential suitors think that my apparent madness may run in the family gene pool.
Meaning no future grandkids.
The horror.
But that was just the best case scenario. The worst case is that my family would be abducted and leveraged against me to spill all the secrets i now knew.
Forget get my future war knowledge . Just the mere fact that my brain now housed secrets like steps to proforming the legendary Fourth hokages signature Jutsu the Rasengan would be enough for every hidden village to come after me.
And then just to add gas to the fire there was the fact that I now know of its perfected form the Rashuriken, when Wind release was added to it.
It had Enough power in its perfected form to make an Arguably chunin level Naruto one shot a 90+ year old S-Rank ninja that was capable of surviving an encounter with Hashirama himself when God of Shinobi was still alive in his prime.
Fuck Obito and his 17 year plan , I could trigger a world War just by writing a fraction of the things I knew down and tossing the scroll out in the busy street.
The Land of fire would be invaded at all sides to get to me in a week time.
Tops.
I'd be lucky to be long dead before someone like Donzo got a hold of me and my children. If he was willing to mutilate the corpse of someone he genuinely respected and worshipped like Hashirama just to get a edge in power with his cells then there was no lengths he wouldn't go to crack my head open like an egg and feast on my memory yolk.
He'd probably do the same to the children just to be extra thorough.
I shuddered at that image of that. I'd sooner hang myself right now than let konaha or any hidden village lay a hand on my babies.
Even before the meta knowledge came crashing to my skull i already know how scary these "great" hidden village's were. Each one of them had been at the forefront of genocides all over the elemental nationals. Not a single one could be trusted.
So i'd have to keep quiet about everything i knew.
I mean it.
No showing off to look wise or smart. Just play ignorant as any other civilian should be on ninja matters.
Just be another sheep in the herd, drawing attention to myself is suicide.
Okay so now that that's clear what do I do now?
I mean. From all the stories I now had burned into my memory this is usually the part where the OC usually sets out on his hearem quest getting into more women than Jaraiya had ever perved on and more fights than even Madara could handle all for the sake of moving the plot along faster and playing out their authors power fantasies.
All usually with a new set of rock hard abs that they just spontaneous gain out of nowhere and perfect looks fit for super models.
My hand rested on my slight gut from years of eating rice and corn and my face was honestly a little average in the village.
A village where everyone had their faces half burned from too much time out in the sun and skin cream was a foreign concept at best.
I suddenly felt very self conscious.
Any way, the feats of Some MC in the stories could go beyond insane, like becoming kage level or higher themselves in only a couple of years being there training, some befriend the main characters, some SLEPT with the main characters and some just become brooding edglords who pretend that they were so philosophy enlighten that they had all the answers to problems that even the greater minds couldn't crack before they showed up.
All the while cock slapping whatever poor bastards the author wanted to bash into oblivion.
Mainly Sakura.
That poor little girl was hated like the plague by a good chunk of the Fandom.
Everyone constantly complaining about her being useless on the battlefield. Which was a damn obvious statement if I ever saw one.
Well of course women do poorly in combat.
They were ment to be safe at home taking care of the kids with a happy smile on their faces while barefoot and pregnant, just like my darling Karina.
Was...
Tears started to well up in my eyes as I started invisioning my late wife. She was my angel, my reason for waking up in the morning, my first and only love. I couldn't wrap my mind around her being in combat. She was much too delicate to wound anything in a fight.
Too pure for this world.
So i didn't judge that Sakura girl to the same standards as the fans. If she was my daughter I'd actually encourage her to prioritize more on her angelic looks and maybe see if I could find her a husband in one of the local politicians sons, maybe a young male aid to the damiyo at the capital city if we're very lucky.
She'd have a good life.
Happy and carefree.
With plenty of grandkids for me to spoil with candy.
What?
The life expectancy rate was around 35-40 for the average civilian man in most places outside of a hidden village. I have to constantly have my families lineage in mind now that I'm more that half way there to 40.
Why do you think civilians would want anything to do with living with Ninja's as neighbors in the first place?.
It kept them living to a very old age. Gave them access to the latest technology, top of the line medicine for a dirt cheap price , First rate education for their children,better trade deals and 24/7 body guard services for their produce.
All at the cost of their freedom, Cause once a hidden village gets their hooks in you, you belong to them and do as they say.
Or else.
In comparison I was essentially just a mediocre Farmer in a third world part of the Land of fire with fourth world resources. And from the looks of things we'd be more strapped for cash this year to pay off the medical fees my little "Coma" had cost us.
I hated not being about to feed them more protein. But at this rate the feilds were struggling to produce, even If i gave up my portion come dinner time we'd just barely cut it after the cheif and the village Militia all took their taxed share out of it.
Sighing again I forced myself to sit up and think, my eyes drifted to the floating blue box once more for a moment but I closed my eyes before any funny thoughts started to pop up.
I was no MC, I was no isekei protagonist. I'm just a normal farmer. Granted, a farmer with enough secrets of the universe to cause all sentient life on earth to have an existential crisis, but still just a mortal man.
I wonder how Madara would react if he realized he was not in control of his fate, that his so called life was just the Sketches of some Artists drawing book.
He'd probably give up on his moons eye plan out of shear depression.
Black Zetsu too.
A cold breeze waft through my small bamboo hut home making my sun burnt skin tingle in goosebumps at the slight chill,it was the evening breeze. It seems summer was coming closer to a end than last year. We had smaller than usual harvest this year, even if we can trade what sells the best quickly we couldn't afford to get more insulation to provide heating.
If I remember correctly one of the vendors at the street sold some half decent quality indoor heaters. Some second hand fangled contraptions from the Capital capital that makes the winter's cold practically unnoticed.
The children would love it. They were always fighting over sharing blankets in the winter. Back when my beloved wife Karina was alive she use to laugh and smile at them as they tussled in the Futons and promised them that as soon as we had the money we'd have plenty of heaters in the house to warm up with at night.
4 years later after her death nothing has changed.
I wanted to buy it for them, Even just the little comfort it could give them would mean the world to me.
If only I had the money...
My eyes took another small glance at the blue box.
No
I liked my dry lips for a moment in hesitant thought.
No. No. No.
But...
No
This could change things..couldn't it?
...
I mean..I don't necessarily have to go " questing" or any such childish nonsense.
...
If this ...if this system is legitimate then that ment it no longer mattered that I was just some middle-aged farmer at the ass end of the fire country.
My potential was now limited only by the effort I put into improving these stats. I'd never be crazy enough to try aiming to becoming the next hashirama but...
Maybe...maybe if I put in the work I could be strong enough to earn some real money, For the the children.
To provide more for them.
How long have they had to make due simply because I couldn't afford anything worth a damn...
Every stitch of clothes on their bodies are hand me downs, even Kari was happily tending to me while wearing one of her late mothers dresses simply because she had out grown everything else.
Using weak herbs for medicines because we're couldn't afford anything in a bottle. Only using salt and pepper on special occasions so save on cooking costs. Catching rain water for drinking because plumbing was nonexistent.
My fist clenched subconsciously as I took another look at the floating blue box. My fear of it being absorbed, by the shame of watching my loved ones live a sub-par life.
I didn't have old family wealth to coast off of . I didn't have good looks to charms my way. I didn't have a social standing and the closest thing I had to a proper education was the basics of the basics of reading and writing that a old lady traveler was kind enough to teach the children of the village back when I had been Tomtoms age.
The only thing I had that I could rely on was my body, my own two hands.
Which was now all I needed.
The town militia could use the extra pair of hands after all.
Kari would kill me if she found out but I can't just sit here like a leach as my kids do all the work.
Straining my tired muscles I crouched on all fours and started doing push ups.
Girl push ups. But it was a start.
XxxxX
AN: so yeah this has been in my head for a while but I never got around to it because I could never come up with a balancing a gamer system without horrifically stacking the deck in the main characters hands.
I mean seriously, when you factor in just having gamer body and the Observe ability you've got a busted as hell guy.
Which is why I'm so glad that 0 Jordinio 0 the author of the 'Systematic Shinobi" invented a very simple and linear gaming system based entirely on just Boosting stats and nothing else.
Tho I will admit mine does have buffs if the right requirements are met and the MC does have a pseudo healing factor.
Not really a instant fix per say but he does heal much faster when he's asleep than he does awake. But the speed all depends on the type of injury and how much medical attention he receives before hand.
Otherwise he's pretty much a normal man.
With more than half of the naruto Fandom knowledge crammed into his head. Yeah I'm going for the whole " he's not possessed just aware" angle. He's not some guy from another world. He's a normal farmer who now has meta knowledge and a damn good potential to grow.
He's not trying to live out some childhood fantasy or fuck every pretty girl that showed up in the manga, his drive is his family, he wants to us his new perspective and system abilities to give them a better life in a world doomed to be in constant treat even if the so called " Good guys" win. that's all the motivation he needs to brave the dangers he knows is on the way.
If this gets at least 100 favorites I'll make a chapter 2.
