Konoha – Three Days Later
Sector 5, Ruins of the Takeda Estate
Rinjin stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at the ruins of what used to be his family's weapon shop.
Steel Bloom Armaments had been one of the better-known civilian-run smithies in Konoha. Reinforced front counters, custom scroll-engraving stations, and racks of chakra-forged blades. Now? Just twisted metal and scorched timber.
"Well," he muttered, nudging a broken sword with his foot, "guess this is my inheritance."
He didn't feel grief—just a vague sense of obligation. The real Rinjin Takeda had loved this place. Alex Schiller, the transmigrator wearing his skin, hadn't earned that attachment yet. He respected the history, sure. But mourn it?
Not really.
Still, it'd be a waste to leave good steel behind.
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Salvage and Silver Linings
It took half a day of digging, sorting, and chakra-lifting, but he managed to recover about 60% of the weapons from the storeroom—enough to restock a basic arsenal and maybe sell some back to the village later.
He also found something else: a sealed lockbox with scrolls, documents, and a fat ledger of savings.
Rinjin blinked at the number.
"Damn. Pops was loaded."
Between mission pay and decades of running a successful weapon shop, the Takeda family had quietly stacked a small fortune. And now, he was the sole heir.
He dusted off his hands, wiped sweat from his brow, and smiled.
"Well, guess I'm buying a condo."
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Later That Day – New Apartment, West Konoha
The housing clerk had tried to convince him to take temporary quarters. Rinjin handed over the ledger, pointed to a listing in the village's upper-middle district, and said: "I'll take that one."
By evening, he was sitting in a clean, modern one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a freshly renovated complex. The place had a balcony view of the Hokage Monument and working plumbing—a luxury in post-bombing Konoha.
His gear was in a neat pile. The salvaged weapons were sealed in scrolls along the wall.
Rinjin lay back on the futon and stared at the ceiling.
Alive. Safe. In one piece.
He'd survived the worst night of his life—and this time, it hadn't ended in heart failure.
It felt like a second chance.
He grinned. "Alright, world. Let's see what you've got."
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The Next Morning – D-Rank Duty
Despite being a chūnin, Rinjin found himself on the village-wide roster for mandatory clean-up duty.
"Help rebuild Konoha," the form had said. "Assigned to Rubble Team 3, Sector 2."
He arrived just after sunrise. Chūnin, genin, and civilian volunteers were everywhere—lifting debris, carting away splintered wood, re-leveling streets. Sweat and teamwork. It was honest, if not glamorous.
Rinjin rolled his shoulders and got to work. Chakra reinforcement turned hauling broken beams into a light warm-up. He didn't mind physical labor—it beat trauma-induced brooding.
Then he heard it.
A sound like wind and shouting had a baby.
"THE FLAMES OF YOUTH CANNOT BE DAMPENED BY DESTRUCTION!"
A green blur soared past him, landing with a thunderous thud. Debris flew everywhere.
Rinjin turned to find himself face to face with a wild-eyed man in a green jumpsuit and orange leg warmers. Might Guy.
"Comrade!" Guy shouted, thrusting out a fist. "You lift with fire! I respect your hustle!"
"Thanks?" Rinjin said, bewildered.
"But a true shinobi must burn brighter than his limits! I propose a challenge! You and I—a test of rubble removal skill! Whoever clears the most by high noon wins!"
Rinjin blinked. Then smirked.
"You're on."
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The Rubble Games Begin
What followed could only be described as a friendly demolition war.
Might Guy moved like a storm—carrying entire walls, doing backflips between buildings, shouting motivational phrases loud enough to scare pigeons into fleeing the village.
Rinjin was methodical. Chakra-precision cuts, smart placement of debris, and sealing scrolls to store waste faster. Every ten minutes, they paused to compare haul piles—Guy roaring with pride, Rinjin smirking like a fox.
By noon, they stood atop twin mountains of rubble.
Civilians applauded. Genin stopped to cheer. A few jōnin, including a young Kakashi Hatake, sighed from a rooftop nearby and muttered, "Here we go again…"
Guy pounded Rinjin on the back with a laugh.
"You are no ordinary chūnin, my youthful rival! What is your name?"
"Takeda Rinjin," he said, grinning.
"You have the spirit of a mountain climber and the heart of a hero! Let us compete again soon!"
Guy dashed off to his next "youthful pursuit."
Rinjin rubbed his shoulder. "Man hits like a freight cart…"
But he couldn't stop smiling. This… this was good. Real. Alive.
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Later That Evening – Rinjin's Balcony
The sun dipped behind the Hokage Monument.
Rinjin sat on the railing, legs dangling, a bottle of barley soda in hand. Muscles ached in a satisfying way. The village was still scarred, but healing fast.
He had a new home. A new identity. A clean slate.
And if fate had thrown him into a world full of monsters, masks, and mystery…?
Then he'd meet it head-on. One race, one mission, one match at a time.
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Chapter 3 – Part 3: Of Ashes and Ambition
The next morning, sunlight spilled across the cracked tiles of Konoha. Reconstruction efforts buzzed throughout the village, and Rinjin Takeda stood atop a partially demolished building, watching shinobi and civilians working side by side to rebuild their home.
He had his sleeves rolled up, dust clinging to his arms, chakra thrumming faintly through his limbs from fatigue. It wasn't glamorous, but it was necessary—and he wasn't the type to shy from labor. Especially when it doubled as training.
As he tossed aside another chunk of stone, two chunin nearby exchanged hushed words.
"—they say it was the Uchiha."
"You saw the Kyūbi's eyes, right? Red, with the tomoe… Sharingan."
Rinjin froze mid-throw. A cold wind seemed to pass through him, though the air was still.
So it begins…
The whispers were spreading. He knew how dangerous they were—dangerous not just to the Uchiha, but to the whole village. And to truth itself.
Because the truth was far uglier: it wasn't a clan. It was a man.
Obito Uchiha.
A traitor masquerading as a ghost.
Rinjin inhaled slowly, eyes narrowing toward the mountains. The scar from the Bijuu Bomb still carved the earth beneath the Hokage Monument.
I'll take him down one day, he promised. Not for revenge. For them.
His hand instinctively closed around the hilt of the chakra-conducting blade salvaged from the ruins of his parents' shop. It now rested in a back sheath, worn over a fresh dark vest and simple new attire. His parents' savings had more than covered a new apartment closer to the training grounds—spacious, with reinforced floors and a good rooftop view.
He hadn't been emotionally attached to them—he wasn't the original Rinjin, after all—but honoring their legacy with action seemed appropriate.
Besides, he thought wryly, they were loaded. I might as well enjoy some of that civilian wealth.
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Time Skip: One Week Later
By now, the worst of the rubble was cleared, and wooden scaffolding clung to nearly every other building. The burnt scent had faded, replaced by the aroma of fresh timber and dust.
Word spread that the Third Hokage would be addressing the village from the tower steps.
The crowd that gathered was large, quiet, and heavy with expectation.
Rinjin stood in the back, arms crossed as Sarutobi stepped forward—regal in his Hokage robes once again.
Hiruzen's voice carried with practiced ease: "A week ago, we were attacked by a force few could have imagined. The Nine-Tailed Fox, summoned into our midst… took many lives, destroyed many homes. But we did not break."
His voice dipped slightly with grief.
"We lost brave shinobi. Parents. Children. Heroes. And the Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato, gave his life protecting us all."
Murmurs and gasps echoed through the crowd. The truth was out.
Sarutobi continued, "We will rebuild. Stronger. Better. But in this time of mourning and confusion, I urge you all: be cautious with your anger. There are rumors about the Uchiha. These are not confirmed. I have dispatched a formal investigation. But no matter what the findings may be—we are one village. We cannot let fear divide us."
The crowd was still. Tense.
But Rinjin admired the old man's poise.
That speech… was damage control. He knows the storm's coming.
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Later That Day – Hokage Tower
Sarutobi exhaled a thin trail of smoke from his pipe as Rinjin stood before him.
"You requested a temporary leave from missions?" the Hokage asked.
"Yes, Lord Hokage. I want to focus on my training and review my weaknesses. The attack made it clear I'm not ready for what's out there."
Hiruzen nodded slowly. "A wise choice. But I wonder… what drives you?"
Rinjin tilted his head slightly.
"A desire to live," he said simply. "To grow strong enough that the next time something like that happens… I don't end up unconscious while others die around me."
Hiruzen's eyes narrowed. "And if strength leads to power… and power to arrogance?"
"Then I'll make sure to remember why I started. Survival first. Everything else comes second."
"A clever answer," Hiruzen said with a faint smile. "But I sense that was a test answer."
Rinjin didn't flinch.
"I knew it was a test," he said calmly. "But the answer still reflects my truth."
The Hokage chuckled softly. "You're more cunning than most your age. Very well. If you require anything to aid your training, let me know."
"Really?" Rinjin grinned. "I won't hold back then."
Sarutobi sighed, already sensing what was coming.
"I'd like a look at the Scroll of Sealing."
"No."
"Figured I'd ask," Rinjin replied cheekily. "Then I'd like three B-rank jutsu scrolls—one for wind, fire, and lightning."
"You know your affinities?"
Rinjin offered a sheepish shrug. "Honestly? No. But you said if I needed anything…"
"Hmm." The Hokage narrowed his eyes.
He's lying. He knows. But he's trying to milk the system.
"Well played," Hiruzen muttered. "I'll have the scrolls prepared and delivered by tomorrow."
"Thank you, Lord Hokage."
As Rinjin turned to leave, the old man called out, "One more thing."
"Yes?"
"If you ever get too greedy… remember that I'm still watching."
Rinjin flashed a grin.
"And I'll try not to disappoint, old man."
Once the door closed behind him, Hiruzen leaned back with a long sigh.
"What a shameless brat," he murmured. "Most would've been too polite to ask for anything."
Still, he was impressed.
Cunning. Calm. Clever.
He was definitely one to watch.
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