Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

The first thing I did when I woke up was check my system.

[Daily Login Reward: Deadshot]

I blinked. Huh.

This one actually seemed useful.

Most of my rewards had been a weird mix of practical (like my sword) and completely ridiculous (like the unlimited luxury cigarettes). But this? Perfect aim? That was something I could use.

I flexed my fingers, already feeling a weird sense of… understanding. Like my brain had suddenly installed an advanced targeting system. If I throw a kunai at that wall, it'll bounce twice and hit the dummy in the training yard behind me.

I wasn't sure if this was magic or just my brain upgrading itself, but either way, I wasn't complaining.

For once, I actually felt good about my daily login. No socks. No rocks. No random household appliances. Just raw accuracy.

And the best part? No war mission today.

Minato-sensei had given us a day off, which meant I had zero obligations—besides dealing with Obito, which was a full-time job by itself.

I barely made it out of my apartment before Obito materialized in front of me, hands on his hips like he was about to deliver important news.

"KAKASHI."

I stared at him. "Obito."

"It's our day off."

"…Yes."

"So you know what that means, right?"

I sighed. "I don't want to know."

Obito grinned. "Ramen. Competition. You. Me. NOW."

I groaned. "Obito—"

"—No backing out! Unless," he smirked, "you're scared."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Why would I be scared of eating?"

"Because I am the Uchiha Ramen King," he declared, placing a hand over his chest like he was reciting some sacred title. "And you are about to get destroyed."

I stared at him. "This is what you want to do on our day off?"

"YES."

Rin walked up, smiling. "Are you two fighting again?"

"Not fighting," Obito corrected. "I am challenging Kakashi to the greatest test of endurance known to man: who can eat the most ramen before tapping out."

Rin giggled. "I'll come watch."

I sighed. Why do I even bother resisting?

We sat at Ichiraku's, bowls stacked in front of us. Rin watched, amused, as Obito inhaled another mouthful of noodles.

"Three!" he announced triumphantly. "Kakashi, you're falling behind!"

I was literally only one bowl behind him. "You realize there's no prize for this, right?"

"The prize," Obito said, slurping obnoxiously, "is glory."

"Obito, you don't have any glory."

"That's what you think."

I sighed and focused on my next bowl. I wasn't even trying to win, but Deadshot had apparently decided I needed to eat like a marksman too. Every movement—chopsticks, lifting the bowl, sipping the broth—was perfectly efficient.

Rin watched with a mix of amusement and mild concern. "Um, Kakashi? Why are you eating so fast?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

"You just finished another bowl in ten seconds," she said, eyes wide.

Obito choked on his noodles. "WHAT—NO WAY!"

I looked at my empty bowl. …Oh.

I was accidentally speedrunning ramen.

Is this what perfect accuracy does to my life now?

Obito slammed his hands on the counter. "TEUCHI-SAN, MORE RAMEN! KAKASHI WILL LOSE!"

Teuchi chuckled. "You kids are gonna eat me out of business."

Three bowls later, Obito groaned and leaned back. "Ughhh."

I sipped my broth calmly. "Giving up?"

"N-NO," he wheezed, clutching his stomach. "Just… resting."

"You look like you're dying," Rin pointed out.

"Shut up, I can do this—"

He immediately flopped onto the counter.

I placed my chopsticks down. "I win."

Rin giggled. "Congratulations, Kakashi!"

Obito groaned. "This isn't over."

I smirked. "It is for today."

Teuchi chuckled as he counted our bowls. "That was an impressive run. You kids sure can eat."

Obito groaned. "My stomach hurts."

I stood up, stretching. "Maybe next time, don't challenge someone who wasn't even trying to win."

Obito mumbled something into the counter.

I patted him on the back. "Enjoy your food coma."

Obito was still groaning against the counter, holding his stomach like he'd been fatally wounded by his own stupidity. Rin sat beside him, giggling, while I was content just enjoying the peace.

For once, I thought, maybe the rest of the day would be normal.

Then the restaurant doors slammed open.

"KAKASHI, MY ETERNAL RIVAL!"

I closed my eyes. Oh no.

Obito let out a weak groan. "Please. No yelling. Too much ramen."

I turned to see Might Guy, standing dramatically in the entrance of Ichiraku's, striking a pose that was far too energetic for this time of day. His green jumpsuit somehow shone under the dim ramen shop lighting.

"YOU HAVE BESTED OBITO IN A BATTLE OF ENDURANCE!" Guy declared, pointing a shaking finger at me. "THEREFORE, I SHALL CHALLENGE YOU NEXT!"

Rin blinked. "Oh. Hi, Guy."

I rubbed my temples. "Guy. No."

"YES!"

"No."

Guy ignored me and marched up to the counter. "Teuchi-san! Bring me a bowl!"

Teuchi chuckled, clearly entertained. "You're joining the contest too, Guy?"

"NOT JUST JOINING—I SHALL TRIUMPH!"

I sighed. "Obito challenged me, not you. You don't have to—"

"Rivals always have to challenge each other, Kakashi!"

Obito, still slumped over, weakly lifted a hand. "P-please… let me… rest…"

Guy placed a comforting hand on Obito's shoulder. "You fought valiantly, friend! But now it is my turn to uphold the spirit of youthful competition!"

Obito let out a weak whimper.

Rin smiled. "Well, Kakashi? Are you going to accept?"

I crossed my arms. "Guy, I already won. What are you trying to prove?"

"THAT I CAN DEFEAT YOU IN A CONTEST OF PURE SPIRIT AND WILLPOWER!"

I sighed again. Why is my life like this?

Despite my refusal, Guy sat down and immediately began inhaling ramen at a terrifying speed.

"HAHA! WITNESS MY ENDURANCE!" he declared between mouthfuls.

I just watched, unimpressed, while Obito was too busy dying to react.

By the time Guy finished his fifth bowl, his face was red, and his breathing was heavy. "Huff… I… am victorious…!"

I pointed at my stack of seven bowls. "Are you?"

Guy's eye twitched. "T-that doesn't count! You ate those before I arrived!"

Rin giggled. "But Kakashi wasn't even trying to compete in the first place."

"THEN I DEMAND A REMATCH!" Guy shot up, fists clenched.

I sighed. "No."

"YES!"

"Guy, I don't want to have a ramen contest with you."

Guy dramatically turned away. "Very well! If ramen cannot be our battleground, then let us face off in the most noble test of all—A PUSH-UP CONTEST!"

"Absolutely not."

"Why not, rival?!"

I stared at him. "Because I don't care?"

Guy gasped like I'd just personally insulted his entire bloodline. "Nonsense! Training is life! Training is passion! You must never let a day go by without strengthening your body and soul!"

Obito groaned from the counter. "Please… take your passion… somewhere else…"

Guy completely ignored him.

I rolled my eyes. "Guy, it's our day off."

"THERE ARE NO DAYS OFF FROM YOUTH!"

Rin giggled. "I think it'd be fun to watch!"

"Whose side are you on?" I muttered.

Guy pointed at me. "If you refuse my challenge, then I shall train twice as hard to defeat you in our next battle!"

I waved him off. "Fine. Have fun."

Guy gasped. "Then I shall go forth! TO TRAIN UNTIL MY VERY BONES SCREAM WITH PASSION!"

And with that, he sprinted out of the restaurant at full speed.

We all stared after him.

Teuchi shook his head, chuckling. "That boy never changes."

Obito lifted his head slightly, eyes half-lidded. "Is he gone?"

"For now," I said.

Rin sighed, smiling. "He's so energetic."

Obito groaned. "He's a menace."

I nodded. "Agreed."

After that ordeal, I thought maybe, just maybe, I could actually relax.

But deep down, I had a feeling that Guy was already planning his next ridiculous challenge.

And knowing my luck?

I'd probably have to deal with it very soon

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