Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

Another day, another mission.

After weeks of bouncing between training, babysitting missions, and the occasional C-rank, I was beginning to wonder if the war had somehow forgotten about us. Not that I was complaining—I was in no hurry to be shipped off to the front lines. But a part of me was itching for something real.

Then Minato-sensei handed me the mission scroll.

"Today's assignment is an escort mission."

I immediately regretted my wish.

"Escort?" I asked, hoping I had misheard.

Minato smiled. "Yes. Our client is a merchant, Lord Shingen. He needs protection while traveling through the borderlands."

Obito groaned, flopping onto his back in the dirt. "Ugh! This is just another babysitting mission!"

Rin, ever the optimist, tried to cheer him up. "Well, at least it's not farm work!"

"Yeah," I muttered. "It's worse. Merchants are either insufferable, shady, or both."

"Come now, Kakashi," Minato said, patting my shoulder. "You're leading this one."

I blinked. "I what?"

"You'll be the team lead for this mission."

Obito shot up. "Wait, what?! Him?! Why not me?!"

"Because I actually listen," I deadpanned.

Obito scowled. Minato chuckled.

I sighed, flipping open the scroll. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

The moment I saw Lord Shingen, I knew this mission was doomed.

He was middle-aged, round in the middle, and dressed in absurdly expensive silks—completely impractical for travel. His face was stretched into a permanent greasy smile, the kind of expression used by men who could sell you a rotten apple and make you thank them for it.

"Oh-ho! My protectors have arrived!" Shingen clapped his hands together, looking at Minato but barely glancing at the rest of us. "And such fine shinobi you are!"

"Lord Shingen," Minato greeted politely. "We'll ensure your safe passage."

"Yes, yes, splendid! We should depart immediately. Time is money, as they say!"

I eyed his two guards—both muscular, both armed, both standing a little too professionally for hired caravan muscle. Something wasn't right.

And then I saw his "cargo."

The caravan was too light. A proper merchant should have more supplies, yet most of his crates were locked. Tight.

Yeah. This guy was hiding something.

For the first few hours, it was all routine: walking, keeping watch, and listening to Obito complain.

"This is so boring," Obito whined, dragging his feet. "Why couldn't we get a real mission?!"

"Obito, if you want excitement, just wait," I said. "These things always go wrong."

Rin giggled. "Maybe this time will be different!"

I gave her a deadpan stare. "Rin. That's not how our lives work."

Meanwhile, Shingen's eyes darted around constantly. He kept wiping sweat off his forehead despite the cool breeze. His guards stayed unnaturally close to the locked crates.

This guy reeked of trouble.

I slowed my pace until I was beside Minato. "Sensei, this guy's up to something."

Minato smiled slightly. "What's your plan?"

"Keep watching him," I said. "Have Obito and Rin keep an eye on the perimeter in case we get company."

Minato nodded. "Good call."

Now, I just had to wait.

That night, while everyone slept, I stayed awake, watching.

It was instinct at this point. Missions like this never ended peacefully. If they did, I wouldn't be me.

Sure enough, right around midnight, I caught movement near the edge of the camp. Lord Shingen, wrapped in that ridiculous silk robe, slipped into the trees with his two guards in tow. His movements were careful, calculated—he wasn't just taking a late-night bathroom break.

I moved.

Keeping my steps light, I followed them, blending into the darkness like a ghost. The shadows were my ally, the quiet hum of the forest masking my presence. Even with Pink Muscles constantly active, I had long since mastered moving with precision, strength without excess weight.

A short distance away, they came to a stop.

Through the moonlight filtering through the branches, I watched Shingen kneel beside a boulder. He tapped it twice.

Click.

A hidden compartment slid open.

Inside? Weapons.

Not just any weapons—kunai, explosive tags, vials of what I assumed were poison. A direct violation of the "I'm just a simple merchant" act he had been playing all day.

I knew it.

Everything about this guy had screamed liar, and now I had proof.

I turned to slip back to camp—

Cold steel pressed against my throat.

"Spying is rude, little ninja," a voice murmured into my ear.

Ah. Crap.

I flicked my gaze downward. A short, curved blade rested against my neck, positioned with expert precision. My attacker had moved fast—but not fast enough. If I had actually been caught off guard, I'd be dead.

I sighed. "You really don't want to do this."

The second guard stepped in front of me, cracking his knuckles. He had a cocky smirk, the kind of look that said, I think I'm about to beat up a child.

"Oh, but we do," he said, rolling his shoulders. "You're just a kid. You should've stayed in bed."

The man holding the blade chuckled. "A shame, really. We could've just walked away from each other."

I tilted my head slightly. "You realize I'm a shinobi, right?"

The knife-wielder leaned in. "And we're trained killers."

I snorted. "Yeah? So am I."

Then I moved.

Faster than they could react, I grabbed the wrist holding the blade and twisted—hard.

CRACK.

The man let out a strangled scream as his wrist snapped at an unnatural angle. His weapon clattered to the ground.

Before he could react, I pivoted, using his own momentum against him. With a single, well-placed kick, he flew backward, smashing into a tree with a thud and slumping to the ground.

The second guard blinked. "What the—"

I didn't let him finish.

He swung at me, a straight punch aimed for my head. I caught his arm mid-motion, my grip locking around his forearm like a steel vice.

Then, with a simple tug, I sent him flying.

He hit the ground hard, gasping as the air was knocked from his lungs.

His eyes widened in panic. "What the hell—?!"

"You guys really should've done your research," I said, stepping toward him. "I'm way stronger than I look."

The guy scrambled for his weapon, but I was already there. Before he could grab it, I slammed my foot down on his hand.

He let out a pained yell.

"Listen," I said, crouching down. "We can do this the hard way, or the harder way."

He bared his teeth. "Go to hell, brat."

I sighed. "Harder way it is."

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and launched him into the air. He barely had time to scream before he crashed headfirst into a nearby bush.

One down.

I turned back to Lord Shingen, who had gone completely pale.

"W-Wait!" he stammered, taking a shaky step back. "This—this is just business!"

"Yeah?" I cracked my knuckles. "Well, breaking your face is just business, too."

I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back toward camp.

He whimpered the whole way.

Morning rolled in, all sunshine and birdsong, like the universe wasn't mocking me for the absolute disaster that was last night. The air was crisp, the sky was clear, and everything felt annoyingly peaceful.

Meanwhile, Shingen was tied up like a discount hostage, hands bound behind his back, kneeling in front of his not-so-secret stash of contraband.

Kunai. Explosive tags. Vials of poison.

All neatly arranged like some kind of war criminal starter pack.

Obito took one look at the whole scene and detonated.

"YOU BACKSTABBING, TRAITOROUS—!" He lunged forward like he was personally offended by Shingen's life choices.

Before he could throw himself at the guy, Minato-sensei caught him by the collar and reeled him back like a cat mid-pounce. "Obito. Breathe."

"But—HE WAS HELPING OUR ENEMIES!" Obito gestured wildly at the very obvious evidence of treason. "Why are we just standing here?!"

Shingen, to his credit, at least had the self-preservation instincts to look guilty. "I—I didn't mean to! It's just business! You must understand—"

I kicked over one of his crates, sending a couple of kunai clattering to the ground.

"Yeah," I said, staring him down. "'Business' sure looks a lot like treason."

Shingen swallowed so hard I could hear it.

Minato sighed, rubbing his temples. "We'll turn him over to Konoha's authorities. Let them handle it."

Obito huffed, crossing his arms. "Can I at least punch him once?"

"Obito!" Rin gasped like she still believed in Obito's moral compass.

Minato chuckled. "No, Obito."

Obito scowled. "Lame."

Meanwhile, Shingen looked ridiculously relieved. Like, dude, you were caught red-handed. Maybe try not looking like a criminal who just avoided execution.

I tilted my head back, watching the clouds drift by.

One day, I thought, I'll get a mission that doesn't spiral into absolute chaos.

Spoiler: I wouldn't.

With Shingen properly restrained and his surprise war stockpile secured, Minato-sensei gathered the team a short distance away from camp. The guy had his serious face on—which, considering how ridiculously kind he was 99% of the time, meant we were about to get hit with some wisdom.

Obito, still vibrating with unspent rage, crossed his arms. "Sensei, you know he deserves at least one punch."

Minato gave him a patient look. "Obito, what would that accomplish?"

"A deep sense of personal satisfaction?"

Minato sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know this feels personal, but we're shinobi. Our duty is to complete the mission and act with discipline." He glanced at me. "Kakashi did the right thing by observing first and gathering evidence before acting."

Obito groaned. "Yeah, yeah, great job, Kakashi," he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Next time, maybe leave a little fun for the rest of us."

I ignored him. Not my fault he lacked stealth-based decision-making skills.

Minato turned to Rin. "You handled the situation well too, Rin. Keeping a level head is important."

Rin smiled. "Thank you, Sensei!"

Obito muttered something that sounded suspiciously like teacher's pet.

Minato exhaled and gave us all a firm look. "This was a real mission, with real consequences. You all did well, but you need to remember—this is the kind of thing you'll face more often from now on. Deception, betrayal… things aren't always clear-cut in war."

That sobered everyone up real fast.

Minato's gaze softened. "I don't say this to scare you. I say it because you need to be prepared. You have to think before you act. That's what keeps you alive."

Obito, for once, actually shut up.

Minato gave us a small smile. "Now, let's secure Shingen and get ready to head back to Konoha. Mission complete."

I nodded, already thinking about home.

Obito grumbled under his breath but didn't argue.

Rin, ever the optimist, tried to keep spirits up. "At least we stopped something bad from happening!"

I exhaled. Yeah. We stopped one arms dealer. But the war wasn't over.

Not even close.

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