Naruto: Supreme Sword Emperor, Hinata Insists on Becoming My Wife

I transmigrated to Konoha and became an orphan of war, with both my parents gone. I had no Kekkei Genkai, no family legacy. The only thing I could rely on was the [Character Template System] awakened in my mind. The first template I unlocked: Hawk-Eye Mihawk, the world's greatest swordsman from One Piece. While my peers were still practicing with Shuriken, I had already fought young Mihawk a thousand times in my mental space. When Sasuke Uchiha showed off his Great Fireball Technique, one strike with my wooden sword sent him crashing to the ground, pride and all. When the Anbu watched me and Root coveted me, I closed my eyes and swung my sword, unleashing a flying slash that made Uchiha Itachi's pupils tremble. “Ninjutsu? Genjutsu? Before my swordsmanship, ” “They can all be cut down.” At nine, Hyuga Hiashi looked at the ravine I'd carved and said, “You already have the strength of a Jonin.” At eleven, I cleaved the top off a mountain with one slash, shaking all of Konoha. Danzo wanted to recruit me into Root. The Third Hokage slammed the table and roared, “He's still a child!” Orochimaru found me, licking his lips. “This body... is simply marvelous.” And the eldest daughter of the Hyuga Main Family, who was always bringing me handkerchiefs, secretly tugged at my sleeve. Naruto Uzumaki ran after me, shouting, “Big bro! Teach me that spinning ball thing!” Then came the night of the Uchiha Clan Massacre, when Itachi blocked my way at the Valley of the End. His Mangekyō Sharingan slowly spun. “Let me see just how strong you've become.” I rested my hand on the pitch-black [Shusui] at my waist as Armament Haki coated the blade. “Itachi, this time, ” “You'd better run fast.”