Time, arriving like a savior, took Uzumaki Kushina away.
That alone said everything that needed to be said.
Who doesn't want the best things for themselves?
Kushina was still alive—and now, she had become Konoha's next candidate for jinchūriki.
That fact alone was ironclad proof: even if Konoha didn't lift a finger to help when the Uzumaki clan was wiped out, they absolutely knew it was coming.
Senju Yukika could see that. And so could Uzumaki Mito.
That's why she stayed silent.
"Jinchūriki."
The girl softly repeated the word, eyes filled with confusion and fear.
Clearly, she understood what this meant for her future.
To suddenly have a monster sealed inside you—at her age, it was nothing short of a nightmare.
A warm hand gently pinched her cheek again.
When she looked up, Yukika's soft smile reassured her more than words ever could.
"Don't worry. You won't become the jinchūriki."
…Huh?
What… did that mean?
Kushina blinked in confusion.
But Yukika offered no further explanation.
The Nine-Tails, huh?
What others feared most—Yukika saw as the greatest treasure.
Otherwise, why would he so often provoke Uzumaki Mito? Even to the point of being criticized for disrespecting his elders, he didn't care.
Disrespect?
Others might not understand what he was doing, but Yukika and Mito did.
It's just that, in Mito's view, maybe the time wasn't right yet to speak the full truth with him.
And Yukika was waiting for that moment, too.
"But… Yukika-nii," Kushina said hesitantly, "isn't it the Hokage who decides who becomes a jinchūriki?"
Even though the man in front of her gave her an overwhelming sense of security, she still couldn't help but ask the question.
The Hokage decides?
Yukika chuckled, ruffling her hair.
"Remember this."
"Whether it's the Nine-Tails, or even Konoha itself…"
"They were Senju property from the start."
"What I'm doing—"
"Is just taking back what the Senju lost."
"That's all."
…
The training ground was now quiet. Kushina had been coaxed to go home.
And Yukika?
He was just getting started with his nightly training.
That's right.
His training time was at night.
That's why he skipped classes and slept during the day.
The reason?
It had everything to do with his mysterious golden finger.
As a transmigrator, Yukika naturally had his own cheat—his "golden finger."
It was called the **Dark Monarch Inheritance System.
To activate it, he needed to absorb energy in the dark every night.
Not long ago, he had finally activated it and successfully unlocked his first inheritance.
Opening the system interface, Yukika took a deep breath and looked it over.
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Host: Senju Yukika
First Inheritance: Ulquiorra Cifer
Unlock Progress: %
Abilities Mastered:
- Sonído (Beginner): Ultra-high-speed movement from the Arrancar style
- High-Speed Regeneration (Beginner): Rapid healing ability
- Hierro (Beginner): High-density spiritual pressure hardened into physical defense
- Basic Swordsmanship, Spiritual Pressure Perception
Next ability unlock requires 5% template synchronization. Keep up the effort, dear Host.
Ability Points: 59 (Can be used to level up skills or exchange for items in the system shop)
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These were the abilities granted by Yukika's golden finger.
Ulquiorra Cifer—Espada No. 4 from the world of Bleach. But in terms of actual power, probably one of the top-ranking Espada.
After all, he was the first—and only—one to have a second release form.
Yukika's golden finger was absurdly convenient—brutally straightforward, even.
All he had to do was complete daily training missions. That would grant him ability points and raise his synchronization with the template. And these missions helped him integrate Ulquiorra's powers into his own fighting style.
In other words, what originally belonged to someone else would become *his* true strength.
As long as he had time, even if he never mastered Tobirama's Flying Thunder God or Hashirama's Wood Release, he'd still become a one-of-a-kind demon lord with black wings, standing at the pinnacle of the shinobi world.
Don't be fooled by the fact that he had unlocked less than 5%—his strength was already far beyond anyone his age.
"In this world, only fists speak the truth."
"Wherever my fists reach—that's where my justice lies."
"And only power can protect things like 'family' or 'friends.'"
"Otherwise, all this talk about taking back what belongs to the Senju? Just hot air."
He reached out.
A sword formed from pure spiritual pressure and moonlight appeared in his hand.
Glancing at the day's training mission, Yukika gave a small smile.
A thousand swings?
No problem.
Training—officially begun!