Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

The journey back was… well, awkward.

Not because we had anything to say—oh no, it was awkward because no one was saying anything.

Obito, normally the designated loudmouth, was dead silent, which was concerning. Rin kept throwing worried glances my way, like I was going to drop dead any second. And Minato-sensei? He was doing his usual stoic battle dad thing, scanning the area, making sure nothing jumped out to kill us on the way home.

Honestly, I was too tired to care. I'd lost an eye, fought off a bunch of Iwa-nin, and nearly died several times. If another enemy popped out of nowhere, they could take a number and get in line.

By the time we spotted the Konoha walls, I was done. I was pretty sure I had aged at least five years. The mission had lasted three days, but somehow it felt like three months. Three long, miserable, life-altering months.

As we approached the gates, the guards straightened, taking one look at us—bloodstained, bandaged, looking like we had just crawled out of a disaster movie—and immediately decided not to ask questions.

Physically? Exhausted. Mentally? Also exhausted. Emotionally? Who cares, I lost an eye.

Smart men.

You'd think losing an eye would be the worst part, but no. Try spending three days trekking through enemy territory while running on minimal sleep, surviving off ration bars that tasted like chalk, and dealing with the emotional rollercoaster that was Obito Uchiha. 

The unlimited bottled water really came handy,

Oh, and let's not forget my daily login rewards.

Because of course, during one of the most dangerous missions of my life, my system decided to hand out nothing but garbage.

Day 1: A single smoke bomb. Gee, thanks. That would've been really useful before I got stabbed in the eye.

Day 2: A bag of roasted peanuts. No, seriously. Peanuts. As if I was going to stop in the middle of enemy territory for a snack break.

Day 3: A slightly above-average kunai. Not even special. Just sharper than usual. I swear my system was actively mocking me at this point.

Meanwhile, I was out here fighting for my life, dodging Iwa-nin, losing depth perception, and wondering why I didn't just get a legendary sword or a chakra boost or literally anything useful.

Rin had tried to keep things light. She hummed while we walked, made sure my bandages were fresh, and even gave Obito pep talks when he started brooding too hard.

Obito, meanwhile, went from aggressively determined to eerily silent in cycles. It was kind of unsettling. Like watching a storm brew in the distance and knowing it was only a matter of time before it hit.

And Minato? Well. He was Minato.

Blazing fast when we needed to move, terrifyingly calm when we got into trouble, and somehow still late when we actually needed him. I swear, the man could teleport across a country in seconds, but ask him to show up on time and suddenly it was like summoning a mythological creature.

Minato-sensei wasted no time dragging us straight to the Hokage. Normally, we'd debrief with some random jonin first, but considering the whole eyeball donation situation, we were going straight to the big guy himself.

The moment we stepped in, Hiruzen Sarutobi, our elderly war veteran-slash-military boss, looked up from his paperwork. He took one long puff from his pipe, which—if I had to guess—was about 90% nicotine and 10% stress management.

His gaze flickered over us, noting my missing eye, Obito's brooding aura, and Rin's tight grip on the medkit. He sighed, like he had already aged ten more years just by looking at us.

"Kakashi, Obito, Rin," he acknowledged before turning to Minato. "Report."

Minato nodded. "The mission was successful, but we encountered resistance. Kakashi lost his left eye. Obito unlocked a two-tomoe Sharingan."

I felt Sarutobi's eyes land on me. It was like being analyzed under a microscope.

"Your eye?" he asked.

I gave a deadpan shrug. "Gone. Left it as a parting gift for an Iwa-nin."

Rin made a strangled noise beside me, probably resisting the urge to smack me.

Sarutobi, to his credit, didn't react to my sarcasm. He just nodded like losing body parts was all in a day's work. Which, to be fair, it was.

His gaze shifted to Obito. "And you?"

Obito hesitated before muttering, "My Sharingan evolved."

Sarutobi studied him for a second before giving the world's most nonchalant nod. "A painful price, but power gained nonetheless."

Yeah, because that's definitely what we should be focusing on. Not the part where I nearly died. Nope.

Minato, ever the responsible adult, cleared his throat. "I request that my team be given time to recover before reassignment."

Sarutobi puffed on his pipe like an anime grandpa about to drop some deep wisdom, then nodded. "Approved. Rest while you can. The war isn't over."

Translation? Enjoy your break, because we're throwing you back into hell soon.

Awesome.

So, as it turns out, losing an eye gets you an automatic trip to the hospital. Who knew?

I wanted to just go home and sleep, but apparently, "severe blood loss" means people start making a huge deal about things. Next thing I knew, I was being dragged into a hospital room while nurses swarmed me like vultures.

"Sit down, Hatake!"

"Stop moving, Uchiha, or I will sedate you!"

"Rin, dear, you're a medic-nin, but you're not exempt from treatment. Sit."

I sat there, letting them poke and prod me, while Rin hovered like an anxious mother hen. She kept rechecking my bandages, even though I was pretty sure she had already wrapped my head up like a Christmas present.

"You don't have to keep fussing," I muttered.

She shot me a glare. "You lost an eye, Kakashi."

I blinked (well, half-blinked now). "Oh, right. Thought something felt off."

Obito, who had been sulking in the corner, let out a snort, but quickly went back to brooding.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, we were finally cleared to leave.

By the time I reached my apartment, I was about five seconds away from collapsing.

I barely kicked off my sandals before flopping onto my bed. My brain was running on fumes, and I had zero energy left to think about war, Iwa-nin, or the whole missing an eye thing.

The war wasn't over. We were probably getting thrown back into action soon. But for now?

I was home.

And for once, that was enough.

—

I was finally back in Konoha. After three days of running on adrenaline, dodging explosions, and losing an eye (RIP lefty), I was officially allowed to do nothing.

And it was glorious.

I was stretched out on my bed, one arm thrown over my face, enjoying the sheer silence of my room. No enemy shinobi. No Obito shouting. No life-or-death scenarios. Just peace.

…Until my brain decided to remember something.

Taka.

Crap.

I groaned. I hadn't summoned that ridiculous bird in a while, and I knew—I knew—he'd have so much to say. Probably something along the lines of "Wow, you look awful! Oh my gosh, is that a bandage? Did you die?! Wait, no, you didn't die—because you're here! But also, you lost an eye?! I was gone for, like, a MONTH!"

Yeah. No thanks.

I was not in the mood to deal with a hyperactive therapy bird who would definitely not shut up about my missing eye. So, I made the executive decision to just… not summon him.

Would he be mad? Probably.

Would he get over it? Definitely.

Would I eventually have to deal with him? Unfortunately.

But that was future Kakashi's problem.

I dragged myself out of bed, mainly because I needed to see just how bad I looked. I shuffled over to the mirror and—oh.

Okay, damn.

The bandages over my left eye made me look way more intimidating. Add that to my already silver hair, my mask, and the Jonin flak jacket, and I was basically one dark cloak away from looking like future Kakashi.

I tilted my head slightly, examining my reflection.

Yeah. I looked cool as hell.

Like, if I walked into a battlefield like this, I wouldn't even need to fight—people would just surrender out of pure respect.

I had the whole mysterious veteran ninja aesthetic down. If only I actually felt like a veteran instead of a teenager barely keeping it together.

Whatever. At least I had the look. That was half the battle, right?

With that out of the way, I checked my Login Rewards, already bracing for disappointment. Because let's be honest, my rewards over the last three days had been absolute garbage.

Day 1: A wooden ladle.

Day 2: A single shuriken. Like, one.

Day 3: A book called 1001 Ways to Cook Cabbage. (Blocked and reported.)

So, when I saw today's reward, I nearly cried.

[Daily Login Rewards: Unlimited Energy Bar]

…Not bad.

I unwrapped the thing and took a bite. Instantly, I felt a surge of energy, like I'd just slept for ten hours and had the best breakfast of my life.

Okay, yeah. This I could work with.

After spending an appropriate amount of time admiring how cool I looked (very important), I decided I should probably do something productive.

But not too productive.

I was technically resting, after all.

I strolled over to the training grounds, hands in my pockets, looking every bit the effortlessly cool ninja I now resembled. A few Genin gave me wide-eyed stares, probably wondering if I was some legendary warrior back from the battlefield.

Or maybe they were just surprised I wasn't dead. Hard to tell.

I stretched a bit, testing my balance with only one eye. Depth perception was still a little weird, but I was adapting. Fast. Because I am awesome.

Then, I threw a kunai at a training dummy.

Bullseye.

Not that I was surprised. Due to Deadshot, which gave me nearly perfect aim. 

I could bounce a shuriken off three walls, a tree branch, and still nail my target in the forehead.

It was honestly ridiculous.

I tested it out a bit, flicking a few kunai in different directions. One bounced off a rock, hit a tree, then embedded itself dead center in the bullseye of a target I wasn't even looking at.

Nice.

If I ever got bored of being a ninja, I could probably make a fortune in carnival games.

Now, I could have done an intense, grueling training session—push my limits, sharpen my skills, do some hardcore, protagonist-level work.

Instead, I popped the Unlimited Energy Bar into my mouth and did the bare minimum required to not feel lazy.

A few basic kata. Some light sparring with a log (it lost). And, of course, practicing my Super Stealth Leaning, which was the art of standing dramatically in the shade with my arms crossed, looking mysterious.

Perfecting the fundamentals.

After about an hour of pretending I was training hard, I decided I'd earned a break.

I found a nice tree, climbed up to a sturdy branch, and stretched out with my hands behind my head. The sun was warm, the breeze was nice, and best of all—no one was yelling at me.

For the first time in a while, I actually felt relaxed.

I was in the middle of fully embracing my main character lounging on a tree branch moment when I spotted two familiar figures.

Rin and Obito.

They were standing near the training grounds, Obito gesturing wildly about something while Rin listened with the patience of a saint.

I squinted.

Yep. Obito was back to his usual loud self.

Not that I expected anything less. The guy had been weirdly quiet for a couple of days—probably dealing with his whole "first kill + new Sharingan upgrade" combo. Understandable.

But now, he was once again in full-blown obnoxious mode, talking Rin's ear off.

I sighed. So much for peace.

I dropped from the tree, landing lightly a few feet away. "You're loud."

Obito jumped like I'd materialized out of thin air. "KAKASHI!—Wait, don't sneak up on me like that!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You have a two-tomoe Sharingan now. You should've seen me coming."

Obito opened his mouth. Closed it. Frowned. "That's… not the point!"

"Sounds like exactly the point."

Rin giggled behind her hand while Obito scowled, crossing his arms.

I gave him a once-over. He looked mostly the same—same messy hair, same dramatic arm-flailing—but there was a difference.

A slight shift.

Like a shadow lingering behind his usual bright energy.

Obito was still Obito—loud, annoying, and kind of an idiot. But there was something heavier now. A sharpness in his gaze, a weight in his stance.

He wasn't just the foolish Uchiha goofball anymore. He had seen war.

And I really didn't like what war did to people.

But, since I was me, I didn't bring it up directly.

Instead, I smirked. "So, have you mastered your new super eye yet, or are you still just spinning it for decoration?"

Obito huffed. "Obviously, I've been training! I'm getting stronger every day." He pointed dramatically at me. "I bet I could even take you on now!"

I snorted. "Sure. When pigs fly."

"YOU WANNA FIGHT? LET'S GO RIGHT NOW!"

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples. "You're exhausting."

Obito smirked, puffing out his chest. "Yeah? Well, get used to it, one-eyed Kakashi."

I froze. Rin gasped.

Oh. Oh.

Did he just—

Obito suddenly realized what he said and immediately paled. "WAIT. I—THAT— I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE—"

I put a hand on his shoulder, looking him dead in the eye. "I will make you regret that."

Obito gulped.

Rin, ever the peacemaker, waved her hands between us. "Okay, okay! No fighting! Kakashi, you know he didn't mean it in a bad way."

Obito nodded frantically. "Y-yeah! I was just—uh—talking fast! I meant it, like, in a cool way! Yeah! You look really—uh—badass now?"

I stared at him.

Obito sweated.

"…Nice save," I deadpanned.

Rin sighed, rubbing her temples. "You two are impossible."

Yeah. Probably.

But at least things felt… normal again.

Well. Mostly normal.

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