The rewards were so rich it made Yuhara dizzy—he wanted all of them.
Each skill would drastically boost his power. Even Bloodblade Dance, which overlapped with his current sword style, would still give him a huge edge.
But with only two picks from six, he had to choose carefully.
Honestly, the first pick was a no-brainer—he immediately chose Secret Technique: Voidstep.
As the famous walking staff, the father of Kai'Sa, and every mid-laner's nightmare—the level-16 apocalyptic Voidwalker…
Yuhara couldn't even count how many times he got stomped by this guy in his past life. The ability itself suited this world perfectly.
Sure, the stacking mechanic meant high chakra costs, but if used properly, it was deadly.
And it was teleportation. With good timing, it could absolutely become a one-shot kill technique.
"Besides, based on how the system adapts powers to fit this world, like with Flight Step, I bet this will be adjusted too."
And sure enough, it was. In-game, stacking Voidstep four times without Focus was a death sentence. But here, he could stack it up to ten times safely.
Below ten, it acted like normal teleportation. Beyond that? Pure spatial annihilation.
Yuhara had no plans to go above ten. And frankly, no one could probably force him to.
As for the second choice, after much hesitation, he picked Secret Technique: Blackflame.
He considered Unstoppable Blade, but eventually decided fire-style suited him better.
That ability pierced defenses—but smart ninja wouldn't block, they'd dodge.
Pairing it with Voidstep would be powerful, sure, but the chakra drain would be insane.
Besides, many enemies couldn't be taken out in one hit—like Izanagi users, immortals, puppet masters, or freaks with multiple hearts.
Especially monsters like Uchiha Madara—hitting a vital point didn't guarantee anything.
But Blackflame, the fire once used to hunt gods, could replace any of his fire jutsu with pure destruction.
The flexibility alone made it worth it, and the power seemed comparable to Amaterasu—or maybe even more brutal, based on the system's description.
So really, he basically got Sasuke's Kagutsuchi.
And since he also had Flight Step, his fire jutsu would now be top-tier for suppression, offense, and sheer killing power.
"Wait a sec… if I count Voidstep too, don't I basically have two of Sasuke's future ocular techniques?"
Yuhara laughed to himself as he walked out of the shrine, spending the rest of the day training and adapting to his new powers.
System skills or self-taught, everything required real practice.
Just like he'd done with Flight Step, Yuhara took time to test, analyze, and rest.
The next morning, Shisui came knocking bright and early to drag him out.
"You serious with this timing?" Yuhara looked half-asleep—he was feeling the aftereffects.
After yesterday's intense fight with Fugaku and the overwhelming excitement from his system rewards, he'd overexerted himself.
His chakra, ocular power, and mental energy were all drained—he felt better now, but still looked beat.
"Today's the celebration. As the clan head, you need to be ready early. There's a lot to do and learn," Shisui said, clearly tired himself.
He'd heard Yuhara went to train alone last night—and now he caught him sleeping in. Classic.
Yuhara didn't bother arguing. He knew what day it was, so after a single groan, he followed Shisui forward.
"How's security?"
That was one thing Yuhara took seriously.
"Celebrations are when people let their guard down. I don't want any surprises."
"No worries—I've got it covered," Shisui said. "Everything's in place. I'll show you later."
"Good," Yuhara smiled. "I trust you, Shisui."
He did trust Shisui—but when it came to Uchiha Itachi? Not even a little.
Lately, that kid had been acting shady, and Yuhara was convinced something was going down.
"But that brat doesn't know I've awakened Mangekyō—that's one hidden advantage."
Nobody outside the clan's core knew Yuhara had it. Itachi had been excluded from the clan meeting, and nobody had left the village recently.
Plus, the clan stayed alert constantly. Neither Konoha nor Itachi could get intel easily.
Honestly, if it weren't for Fugaku and the system's prosperity mechanic, Yuhara would've already locked Itachi up and scanned his brain to see what kind of mush was inside.
Whatever the case, Yuhara was fully prepared to crush him if he made a move.
Time passed. The sky darkened.
Under the cover of night, Uchiha Itachi stood with the masked Uchiha Obito outside the clan grounds, watching the brightly lit Uchiha district, ready to act.
Tonight was unusually lively—the area had been isolated for so long, their nights were always quiet. Not tonight.
"They're holding some kind of celebration. I don't know the details—they didn't tell me," Itachi said flatly, sensing Obito's suspicion.
"That's why I picked tonight to move. Security will be relaxed. And I can tell Shisui isn't following me anymore."
"So, you've lost all trust from the clan," Obito said, voice low but oozing mockery.
But Itachi didn't react. He just slowly opened his blood-red Sharingan eyes.
"Trust doesn't matter. I don't need it. This hopeless clan means nothing to me now."
With that, he stepped forward, glancing back at Obito.
"All the Police Force members are home tonight. No wasted effort. Let's begin. Tonight, it ends."
As the words left his mouth, Itachi vanished into the night.
Obito tilted his head slightly… and then disappeared too.
Neither of them noticed the hidden surveillance cameras in the trees, silently recording everything.