Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

Waking up was the first mistake of my day.

The second was realizing that I wasn't in my bed, nor was I in my tiny, one-room apartment with my PC glowing in the dark like a beacon of bad financial decisions. Instead, I was lying under a tree, feeling way too comfortable for someone who should be freaking out.

Then, the memories hit me like a truck. No, seriously, like a literal Truck-kun special.

One second, I was walking home, sleep-deprived and thinking about whether I should get ramen or just starve like an idiot. The next, BAM! Headlight flash. A sensation of flying. Then… blackness.

"Wait, am I dead?!" I shouted, shooting up from my spot.

A voice inside my head immediately screamed, Dude, calm down. Assess the situation.

That's when I noticed my hands—small hands. My arms—way too slim. My clothes—ninja gear?! A headband with a familiar metal plate sat on my forehead, and—oh my god, was I wearing a mask?

"No. No way."

I sprinted to a nearby stream, practically tripping over myself. The reflection that stared back at me made my brain short-circuit. Silver hair. Masked face. Bored-looking eyes

I was Kakashi Hatake. Thirteen-year-old Kakashi Hatake.

And if my anime knowledge was correct…

"Oh, crap. I'm in the middle of the Third Shinobi War, aren't I?"

DING!

A holographic blue screen popped up in front of me, nearly giving me a heart attack.

[Daily Login System Activated] Welcome, lucky reincarnator! Because you have successfully not died a second time in this cruel ninja world, you have unlocked your Daily Login System! Log in every day for rewards. Rewards will be determined based on your achievements and lifestyle.

First Login Reward: Beginner's Survival Kit

1x Chakra Recovery Pill

1x Instant Ramen (Ichiraku Special)

1x Mystery Scroll (???)

Oh, great. I had a gacha system. In a world where people could throw mountains at each other.

"This is fine. This is totally fine," I muttered, staring at my reflection again. "I'm Kakashi freakin' Hatake… which means I'm already overpowered, right?"

...Right?

Then, the third mistake of my day happened.

"Kakashi! Stop slacking and get moving!"

I turned my head and saw a man running toward me. A man with long, flowing hair, blue armor, and a face that I would recognize anywhere.

Minato Namikaze.

The future Fourth Hokage.

And my soon-to-be-dead sensei.

"Oh, hell."

Alright, brain. Time to think.

What did I know about 13-year-old Kakashi?

He was already an absolute menace.

He was an elite Jōnin at this age.

He had zero patience for nonsense.

He was not supposed to be freaking out like this.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

I had to act like Kakashi. I had to be Kakashi.

I schooled my expression into something bored and indifferent. I had to be calm, composed, and dead inside—which, lucky for me, was my natural state.

Minato reached me, raising an eyebrow. "Spacing out, Kakashi?"

"Nah," I replied automatically. "Just... contemplating the fleeting nature of existence."

He gave me a weird look. "Right."

Did I oversell it? Probably.

Minato clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Come on, we have to meet up with the team. Can't be late."

Oh, right. My "team."

Which meant—

Obito.

And Rin.

My stomach twisted.

Now that I thought about it, this was right before Obito's supposed death. The moment that changed Kakashi forever. The moment that led to the whole chain of events in Naruto.

The butterfly effect was screaming in my head. I had knowledge that could change everything.

But first, I had to survive this war.

Following Minato, I mentally opened my Daily Login System menu to check for any other goodies.

Okay. Deep breath. Let's break this down before I start screaming internally.

First of all, I had a system. A full-blown gacha-style Daily Login System. This was both amazing and terrifying because, one, I now had a literal cheat code for life, and two, I had no idea who or what gave it to me. Was this the work of some benevolent god? A reincarnation admin? A bored celestial being who thought, Hey, let's make a salaryman's life even weirder!

I mean, I wasn't complaining. This was every isekai fan's dream! But also… there was a nagging voice in the back of my head whispering, What if this is a free trial? What if I wake up one day, and the system suddenly demands a subscription fee?

That horrifying thought was promptly shoved into a mental box labeled DO NOT OPEN.

The system required me to log in daily, which was easy enough. Wake up, breathe, tap the login button—boom, reward. Simple. Foolproof.

Unless, of course, I got knocked unconscious, kidnapped, or straight-up murdered in this incredibly violent ninja war.

What happened if I missed a day? Did my streak reset? Was there a grace period? Could I submit a customer support ticket?

"Dear System Admin, I regret to inform you that I was trapped under a rock for 48 hours and could not log in. Please reinstate my streak."

Nope. That was a level of uncertainty I wasn't ready to deal with.

Then there was the reward scaling. Seven days in a row would get me an uncommon reward. A month would get me a rare reward. And a year would get me something legendary.

Legendary.

That single word sent my imagination into overdrive.

Did that mean a god-tier jutsu? Could I get the freakin' Rinnegan? Maybe something ridiculous like Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan with no blindness?

Or—horrifying thought—was it going to be something completely useless? Like a legendary-grade kunai that was just really, really shiny? Or some Legendary Ninja Boots of Slightly Increased Jump Height?

If I logged in for an entire year just to receive the Legendary Headband of Aesthetic Appeal, I was finding a way to punch the system in the face.

Minato glanced back at me, raising an eyebrow. "You okay, Kakashi?"

I blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yeah. Just… mentally preparing myself."

"For the mission?"

"…Something like that."

Minato smiled, completely unaware of my existential crisis. "That's the spirit."

He had no idea.

And honestly? Neither did I.

Great. Just 364 more days of not dying.

Easy, right?

…Right?

Minato and I arrived at the rendezvous point, where two figures were already waiting—one with messy black hair and goggles, the other with brown hair and kind eyes.

Obito and Rin.

I took a deep breath. First impressions mattered. Time to nail this.

"Yo," I greeted, perfectly balancing mystery and coolness.

Obito squinted. "Who's this guy?"

Rin blinked. "Did… did you pick up a lost child, Sensei?"

Minato chuckled. "Nope! This lost child is your new teammate—Kakashi."

Obito's jaw dropped. "Wait. This is Kakashi?! No way! I thought he'd be taller. And cooler."

I crossed my arms. "And I thought you'd be smarter, yet here we are."

Rin giggled. "Oh, I like him already."

Obito huffed. "Whatever! Bet he can't even keep up with me."

Minato clapped his hands together. "Alright, team! Let's all get along!"

I smirked under my mask. This? This was kinda fun.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

This world had a script. One filled with pain and tragedy.

Too bad I had no intention of following it.

Too bad I knew the future.

Too bad I had no idea if I could change it.

But one thing was certain.

I was not about to let things play out the same way.

Not if I had a say in it.