[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 31 Fuinjutsu Sucks!

Six months flew by. Training, missions, sparring, and just enough peace to make me suspicious. Nothing big had happened—no earth-shattering revelations, no surprise ambushes, no villain monologues. Just regular ninja life.

But I had changed.

Six months of login rewards had turned me into a monster.

Some of the stuff I got was downright absurd. Some were weird. Some were completely useless. And some… were just slightly different versions of things I already had.

Let’s start with the big ones—the monthly rewards.

Unlimited Utility Works – Minor reality-altering conveniences. Never getting dirty, always being perfectly clean, temperature resistance, summoning small objects like a pen or a drink. It didn’t sound powerful, but in daily life? Complete game-changer. I was permanently comfortable.

Gut Instinct – I could instantly tell if any answer I got was correct, incorrect, or only partially true. It wasn’t omniscience, but it made deception nearly useless against me.

Superior Belt of Holding – A storage belt with ridiculous capacity. It carried everything from weapons to first-aid kits to full meals. Even a mystery Pokémon egg that still hadn’t hatched yet.

Suppression Compound – A vial of liquid that temporarily neutralized abilities when ingested. Could be useful if I ever needed to disable someone’s powers—or if I got captured and wanted to fake being powerless.

Three Senzu Beans – Instant full-body restoration. If I ate one, I’d be back at 100% no matter what. Absolutely broken.

Mystery Pokémon Egg – Still no idea what’s inside. But considering my luck, it was either something terrifyingly overpowered… or completely useless.

Then there were the weekly rewards.

Instant Campfire Set – A kit that let me start a campfire anywhere. I literally got a campfire kit when I already had fire jutsu. Thanks, system.

Self-Cleaning Socks – …What even was this?

Advanced First Aid Kit – At least this was useful. It had high-grade medical supplies that even Rin was impressed by.

Shadow Clone Blueprint – A detailed guide on optimizing chakra use for Kage Bunshin. I had already figured it out, but this made it even more efficient.

Spicy Ghost Pepper Jerky – The single worst thing I have ever eaten. I nearly died. Obito tried it and actually passed out. Minato-sensei found it hilarious.

Portable Massage Device – …Yeah, this was actually kinda nice.

And finally, the daily rewards.

A ridiculous amount of snacks.

A weird rock that glowed at night.

More socks. I now had a drawer dedicated to special socks.

A single kunai. Not a set—just one kunai.

A guide on how to make the perfect cup of tea.

A rubber duck. (I named him Steve.)

A notebook that always had fresh pages. (Actually useful.)

Another single kunai. (Seriously, why?)

A packet of sour candy so strong it made my mouth go numb.

Not everything was useful. Some things made me question the system’s logic. But in the end, it all added up to one thing—I am powerful now

Not just Jonin-level.

Not just elite Jonin.

No, I was still Kage-level.

But!

I had refined every aspect of my fighting style. Seamless Sublimity had made sure of that. Every technique I had, every movement, every bit of chakra control—it was all at its absolute peak efficiency. There was no wasted energy. No unnecessary motion. Just perfection.

Minato-sensei had sparred with me more than once to test my limits. At first, he held back. Then he went all out. And now?

Now, even he had to admit—I was at the level of a Kage.

Not stronger than him, obviously. Minato-sensei was still the fastest ninja alive. But I was up there. If I ever had to fight a Kage? It wouldn’t be one-sided.

That was terrifying.

And also hilarious, because Obito still refused to believe how absurd my life had gotten.

Right now, I was sitting on a tree branch, eating a rice ball, while Obito ranted below.

“THERE IS NO WAY YOU’RE CLEAN AFTER THAT FIGHT! NO. WAY.” Obito yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

“Maybe I just don’t sweat,” I said, taking another bite of my rice ball.

“LIES!”

“Obito,” Rin said, trying (and failing) to calm him. “We should just accept it at this point…”

“I REFUSE.”

Minato-sensei was watching from the side, hiding a small smile. He was obviously entertained.

“I mean, it’s true that Kakashi’s always… strangely put together, even after intense training.” Minato nodded thoughtfully. “I was going to ask about that.”

I shrugged. “Good hygiene.”

Obito looked personally offended. “GOOD HYGIENE? GOOD HYGIENE, HE SAYS!”

I popped the last bit of rice into my mouth and jumped down from the branch, landing lightly. “Alright, I’m going to go get some water.”

Obito scoffed. “Oh sure, go get some more special ninja water that makes your hair perfect too, huh?”

I didn’t confirm or deny. Mostly because Unlimited Utility Works did keep my hair looking perfect, and I wasn’t about to explain that to Obito.

Instead, I pulled out my Superior Belt of Holding, which was, quite frankly, one of the best things I’d received. I had so much packed into it—emergency supplies, weapons, first aid, snacks, books, even some spare sets of clothes.

Obito watched as I casually pulled out a perfectly chilled bottle of water and cracked it open.

“WHAT EVEN IS YOUR LIFE!?”

I took a sip, sighed in satisfaction, and gave him a thumbs-up. “A good one.”

Obito dramatically fell to his knees. “Sensei, I demand a training arc to unlock this level of nonsense.”

Minato-sensei laughed, ruffling Obito’s hair. “Sorry, Obito. Some things you just have to be born with.”

Obito groaned. “NOT FAIR.”

—

Fuinjutsu was hard.

Like, really hard.

After months of training, my progress could be summed up as: I can make explosive tags. That’s it. That’s all.

For all my genius, all my absurdly overpowered login rewards, and all my perfect technique—when it came to sealing jutsu, I was at the level of an academy student learning how to write their name.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t suffering alone.

“WHY IS THIS SO HARD!?” Obito cried, dramatically flopping onto the ground.

“I told you to focus on the stroke order,” Minato-sensei said patiently.

“I DID!” Obito shot up, pointing an accusatory finger at his failed scroll. “And it still turned into a smudged mess of pain and regret!”

I sighed, looking at my own disaster of a storage seal. “Welcome to the club.”

Obito blinked at me. “Wait. You’re bad at this too?”

“Unfortunately.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across Obito’s face. “So you mean… I’m as good as Kakashi at something?”

I scowled. “You mean as bad as me.”

“Same thing.” He crossed his arms smugly. “I’m taking this as a win.”

Minato-sensei chuckled. “You two aren’t doing that bad. Fuinjutsu requires patience and precision. It’s not something you can brute force your way through.”

I huffed. “Then how did you do it?”

Minato smiled. “Years of practice.”

Obito groaned. “I don’t have years, sensei! I need instant results!”

“That’s not how learning works,” Rin said with a sigh, though she was clearly enjoying our suffering. Unlike us, she had at least managed to get a simple seal working.

Obito shot her a betrayed look. “Et tu, Rin!?”

Rin shrugged. “Maybe if you actually focused instead of ranting, you’d get somewhere.”

Minato clapped his hands together. “Alright, that’s enough for today.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. My brain felt like it was overheating.

As we started packing up, Minato gave us a small smile. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you three about something important. Come to my house after training.”

That got our attention.

Obito blinked. “Wait, we’re all going to your house? As in, your actual house?”

Minato nodded. “Yes.”

Obito gasped. “Sensei has a house!?”

Minato sighed. “Yes, Obito. I have a house.”

Obito turned to Rin. “Did you know this?”

Rin, being a reasonable person, nodded. “Of course.”

Obito shook his head in awe. “I always thought sensei just… appeared when we needed him, and then disappeared into the wind like some kind of mysterious legend.”

I gave him a deadpan look. “He’s not a wandering swordsman in a folk tale, Obito.”

Obito squinted at Minato. “That’s exactly what someone who was a wandering swordsman in a folk tale would say.”

Minato just smiled patiently. “You’ll see for yourself later.”

And with that, training ended for the day.

…

And yes, I still sucked at Fuinjutsu.

Minato-sensei’s house was… surprisingly normal.

I don’t know what I was expecting—maybe something absurdly over-the-top, like a secret underground lair filled with blinking seals and hidden kunai. But no, it was just a nice, cozy home. It even had flower pots by the windows.

Obito, of course, had no filter.

“This is way too normal! Sensei, where’s the secret training ground? The hidden Hokage bunker?” He gasped. “Do you have a room filled with forbidden jutsu!?”

Minato sighed. “No, Obito.”

Rin smiled. “I think it’s nice.”

I had to agree. It was… peaceful. It made sense for someone like Minato-sensei.

As we stood outside, I let out a small sigh and absentmindedly reached into my belt pouch, lightly tapping a small feather inside.

Taka.

I’d been summoning him more often these past few months. At first, it was just to check if he was still alive—since, you know, I forgot about him for half a year. But after the guilt wore off, I realized something.

He’d grown.

Not by much—he was still a tiny, fluffy eagle chick. But his flying time had extended beyond thirty seconds, and he could now launch the world's most pathetic, adorable dive attacks.

More importantly… we’d actually gotten closer.

Taka used to be just a summon I got, a tiny bird with no real combat use. But now? He wasn’t just a summon.

He was my summon.

It was weirdly comforting to have him around. Even if he was still more of a moral support mascot than anything.

I’ll never admit it out loud, but… having a tiny, overenthusiastic therapy eagle who looked up to me?

Yeah. I didn’t hate it.

The front door suddenly swung open.

“There you brats are! Took you long enough!”

Ah. Kushina.

We already knew her, of course. Hard not to when she was loud, bold, and just as much of a menace as Obito.

Obito flinched. “W-We’re not late, Kushina-nee—”

“‘Course you’re not, but I was getting bored waiting for ya!” She grinned, hands on her hips, before giving us a once-over. “Ugh, you two look exhausted. Lemme guess—fuinjutsu kicked your butts?”

Obito and I shared a look. Then, at the same time—

“YES.”

Kushina threw her head back and laughed. “Pfft! I knew it! Fuinjutsu’s not for weak-willed wimps, y’know! It takes hard work, discipline, and natural talent—”

Minato cleared his throat.

Kushina paused, then gave us a sheepish look. “Okay, fine, it takes a lot of practice.”

Rin giggled. “That’s what Sensei said, too.”

Minato smiled. “And speaking of things I have to say…”

The way his voice shifted caught our attention. It was that soft, meaningful tone—the kind people used before big announcements.

We all turned to him expectantly.

Kushina grinned. “Go on, tell ‘em!”

Minato took a breath, and then—

“Kushina’s pregnant.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Obito’s brain visibly short-circuited.

Rin’s hands flew to her mouth in shock.

I, meanwhile, was calmly processing this new information while mentally preparing for whatever Obito was about to do next.

Sure enough—

“WHAT!?” Obito practically exploded. “SENSEI, YOU’RE GONNA BE A DAD!?”

Minato chuckled. “That’s right.”

Kushina placed a hand on her stomach, smiling. “A little troublemaker on the way.”

Rin’s eyes sparkled. “That’s amazing! Congratulations, Sensei, Kushina-nee!”

Obito flailed his arms. “Wait, wait, wait—you’re gonna have a tiny sensei!?” He gasped. “Oh no, what if the baby’s already super fast like you!?”

Minato laughed. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Obito turned to Kushina. “Is it a boy or a girl!?”

She grinned. “Too early to tell, but either way, they’ll be strong—‘cause they’ve got me as their mom!”

Obito nodded solemnly. “That’s true. That’s so true.”

I finally spoke. “...So when are we throwing the party?”

Kushina snapped her fingers. “Exactly! That’s what I’ve been saying! No way we’re letting this go without a celebration!”

And so, before we even fully registered what was happening, we were suddenly in the middle of a party.

Kushina didn’t do things halfway. Within minutes, the house was decorated, food was set out, and somehow, she even had a cake ready.

Obito was thriving.

“This is the best news ever!” he declared, stuffing his face with food.

Rin smiled. “It’s really wonderful.”

I had to admit—it was nice. The war had made celebrations rare, so moments like this felt even more precious.

Minato suddenly cleared his throat again. “Actually… there’s one more announcement.”

We all turned to him.

He smiled. “Next month… I’ll be Hokage.”

Obito, mid-bite, choked on his food.

Rin gasped. “Hokage!?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That soon?”

Minato nodded. “The Third is stepping down, and I’ve been chosen as his successor.”

Kushina grinned, punching his shoulder. “Told ya you’d get it!”

Obito, now recovered, screamed. “SENSEI, YOU’RE GONNA BE HOKAGE!?” He flailed. “THIS IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION FOR ONE DAY!”

Minato chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”

I smirked. “Obito’s just upset that he can’t prank the Hokage anymore.”

Obito pointed at me. “I absolutely still can, and you can’t stop me.”

Minato gave him a warning look.

Obito immediately backpedaled. “I mean—I would never—who said that!?”

Kushina laughed. “Ahh, this is gonna be great!”

And just like that, the party got even livelier.

Minato was going to be Hokage.

Kushina was going to be a mom.

Naruto is coming

Life was changing.