My name is Uchiha Feng. On my third day after transmigrating into the Naruto world, the System finally told me: in 72 hours, my entire clan would be slaughtered.
Looking at the miserable stats on my panel, [Taijutsu: D, Ninjutsu: D, Genjutsu: D], I fell into deep thought.
I couldn't win a fight, and I couldn't run away either.
But I was a businessman.
So, on the eve of the clan massacre, I did a few little things:
I sold the beginner mission, "Complete a transaction in the clan compound," to the System and pocketed 100 points.
I mortgaged my house for a loan from a loan shark and sold off everything I owned.
I found a black market broker and paid him 20 gold bars to guarantee that I would "accept" an assassination bounty from the Uchiha elders.
The System said: [Warning! You're exploiting a loophole!]
I smiled. "How can you call it exploiting a loophole when it's business?"
On the night of the massacre, I lay among the corpses and played dead.
After Uchiha Itachi and the Masked Man finished killing everyone and left, I got up, pulled out my camera and sample bags, and started "collecting evidence for the mission."
Uchiha Fugaku's hair, Uchiha Yashiro's scar tissue, Uchiha Inabi's tattooed skin...
At daybreak, I walked into the Hokage's office with 140 million ryo in bounty money.
"Third Hokage, this is the last legacy of my Uchiha Clan: five million ryo, donated to Konoha."
The Third Hokage was so moved that tears streamed down his face.
What he didn't know was this:
I still had 140.3 million in cash in my account, a 51% stake in the bridge across the Land of Waves, and a stack of lifetime free ramen coupons for the future Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki.
Later, at the Chunin Ninja Exams:
"Miss Temari of the Sand Village, would you like to invest in desert tourism?"
