Naruto's Road to Godhood

The air conditioner in the rental house was still blowing a cool breeze. His fiancée leaned on the protagonist's shoulder, pointed at the hot pot set on the screen, and talked about planning a date for the weekend. He smiled and rubbed her hair, with the sweetness of the strawberry-flavored hard candies she had just handed over still lingering on his fingertips. The moment he closed his eyes and took a nap, his mind was filled with tiny expectations for the future. When he opened his eyes again, he traveled to the ninja world without any warning and became the most inconspicuous baby in the Uchiha clan. He had no golden-fingered grandfather with the blessing of the system, no gifted talent with photographic memory, and his chakra control was even worse than that of his fellow clan members. He could only practice basic ninjutsu scrolls until his fingertips bled. Others easily mastered fire escape, but he had to stay up late at night in the training ground before he could barely emit a weak flame. He had never thought about making a name for himself in the ninja world, let alone expected to become a strong man. He just held the idea of ​​"survive first, and one day he can go home" and clumsily followed his tribe to practice, like a grass surviving in the cracks of the rocks, trying his best to absorb the nutrients for survival. But the ninja world has no sympathy for the weak, and the flames of the Third Ninja World War soon spread around him. During an ordinary reconnaissance mission, he was ambushed and pursued by six Kirigakure ninjas. The swords of the six enemies were like an airtight net, trapping him in the middle of a desperate situation. He huddled in the cave and truly understood - in this world of cannibalism, "weakness" is the original sin. Even if he has no talent or a golden finger, he must get up from the pool of blood, hold the Ninja sword in his hand tightly, and fight for a way out even if he only has a little strength.