Reincarnated in Konoha, I Conquer the Entire Ninja World with My Fists!

He transmigrated into the world of Naruto as Konoha’s most unremarkable civilian orphan. No bloodline limit, no inherited ninja techniques, and even the most basic Clone Jutsu gave him trouble. Everyone said that the best he could hope for was to become a genin, and that if war broke out, he wouldn’t survive his first mission.

But no one knew that on the day he was born, a gray stone tablet had appeared in his mind. It held no ninjutsu scrolls or secrets of mysterious immortals, only three lines that lit up whenever he threw a punch.

[Defeat a powerful foe, gain a stronger physique.]

[Survive a trial, gain greater talent.]

[Change your fate, and pay with your lifespan.]

While others honed their chakra, he ran with weights strapped to his body. While others practiced hand signs, he punched at waterfalls. While others teamed up for missions, he ventured alone into the forest, turning one ferocious beast after another into a sparring partner.

The first time the academy prodigy saw him, he mocked him for relying on brute force. The second time, he was punched into a wall. The third time, all that remained in the sky above Konoha was a falling figure, while he stood by the crater and slowly lowered his fist.

“You don’t know ninjutsu. What makes you think you can become the strongest?”

The boy grinned and slowly raised his fist.

“Because ninjutsu needs hand signs, but my fists don’t.”

But the stone tablet had never told him that every time he changed his fate, he would lose a little of his lifespan.

When the Sand Village army descended on Konoha, and the tablet’s former owner emerged from the shadows, sneering, “The Gray Tablet should never have chosen you”

On this day, Konoha saw his fist.

On this day, the Five Great Nations learned what it meant to master taijutsu.