Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

Kakashi stretched as he checked his system screen, treating it like another part of his daily mission prep.

[Daily Login Reward: Unlimited Luxury Cigarettes]

He blinked. "Huh?"

Looking down, a sleek black box had materialized in his hand. He flipped it over, noting the high-end branding. A weird sense of nostalgia hit him. He popped it open—

Inside lay a pristine pack of cigarettes. Not just any cigarettes—top-of-the-line, imported luxury smokes from his old world.

Kakashi stared. "...Excuse me?"

He did a double-take at the system screen. Did he read that right? Unlimited? He took out a cigarette and immediately another one replaced it in the pack. Oh, this is dangerous.

He pulled one out, inspecting it. Even with his limited knowledge of cigarettes, he could tell—it was high quality. The type rich businessmen probably smoked while making deals over overpriced dinners. And now it belonged to a 13-year-old shinobi in a war zone. Amazing.

He wasn't sure what was more shocking—the fact that the system was handing out nicotine to a minor or the realization that his system wasn't limited to this world.

A thought hit him. If it could give him cigarettes, what else could it bring over? Weapons? Technology? A damn coffee machine?!

He exhaled slowly. "This just got a whole lot weirder."

Before he could fully unpack the implications, a loud voice interrupted his existential crisis.

"Oi, Kakashi! Quit standing there looking like you just got hit with a genjutsu! We've got a mission!"

Obito and Rin approached, both already geared up. Rin gave him a small smile, while Obito looked like he was ready to start an argument just for the sake of it.

Kakashi quickly shoved the cigarette pack into his pouch. He could have his mental breakdown later. Right now, act normal. Blend in. Do not let these two morons suspect a thing.

"I was just checking my gear," he said, trying to sound casual. Smooth. Very convincing.

Obito squinted at him. "Why do you always look so suspicious? What are you hiding?" He pointed dramatically. "A secret love letter? A forbidden scroll? Wait—don't tell me, you actually have baby pictures of yourself in there!"

Kakashi sighed. Yes, Obito. That's exactly what I'm carrying in the middle of a war zone. How did you figure me out?

"It's just supplies," Kakashi said flatly. "Something you should carry more of instead of running in blind every mission."

Obito scoffed. "Tch, whatever. Unlike you, I don't need a backpack full of excuses. I just get the job done!"

Rin sighed. "Obito, you forgot your kunai again, didn't you?"

Obito flinched. "T-that's not the point!"

Kakashi facepalmed. This is why I have headaches.

Obito crossed his arms. "Anyway, what junk did you get today? Another rock? A coupon for half a kunai? A sock?"

Kakashi deadpanned. "No. Just… imported goods." Please do not ask further questions.

Rin blinked. "Wait, really? What kind?"

Damn it.

Kakashi coughed. "Nothing important."

Obito smirked. "Bet it's food. You probably don't even know how to cook real food!"

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "I know how to cook." In theory.

Obito snorted. "Boiling water doesn't count."

Kakashi clicked his tongue. Oh wow, look at that. A 13-year-old orphan surviving a war zone doesn't have gourmet chef skills. What a tragedy.

Rin giggled. "Kakashi, we just want you to be healthy. You can't live off rations and convenience food forever."

Kakashi crossed his arms. "I don't see the problem. Food is food."

Obito shook his head dramatically. "You are a lost cause. Also, I bet you're still single."

Kakashi blinked. "Dude. We're thirteen."

Obito wagged a finger. "Yeah, and? I already have a destined love. You, on the other hand, are gonna end up old, alone, and eating sad instant ramen."

Kakashi sighed. Not if I get a coffee machine first.

Rin laughed. "Alright, alright, let's go before Minato-sensei scolds us."

After our last D-rank mission (which I had already erased from my memory for the sake of my sanity), I clung to one tiny sliver of hope—that whatever assignment we got next couldn't possibly be worse.

I was wrong.

"Alright, team," Minato-sensei said, holding a mission scroll like it contained something important. "Today's mission is to babysit the village elder's grandson."

I stared at him. "I'm sorry, what?"

Obito choked on his own spit. "Babysitting?!"

Rin clasped her hands together. "Oh, that sounds cute!"

"Yeah, for you maybe," I muttered. "Sensei, respectfully, we're trained shinobi. Soldiers. We shouldn't be wasting our time on—"

Minato smiled. "Have fun, Kakashi."

I internally screamed.

But deep down—where even I refused to acknowledge it—I felt a twinge of relief. Babysitting was annoying, but it wasn't war. No ambushes. No last-minute survival decisions. No watching teammates bleed out in the dirt.

Just one annoying kid.

That, I could handle.

Fuck that!

Give me war missions instead

I had mentally prepared myself for any kind of kid. Maybe a timid one. Maybe a crybaby. Maybe an annoying brat who asked too many questions.

Instead, we got a five-year-old gremlin named Kenta.

This wasn't just any gremlin. This was a highly advanced, chakra-enhanced, menace-to-society-level gremlin.

I crouched to his eye level, my elite shinobi instincts kicking in. "Alright, kid. Just sit quietly for a few hours, and this will all be over. Sound good?"

Kenta grinned. "Nope!"

Then he vanished.

I stared at the empty space where he had been. "...You have got to be kidding me."

"Did that brat just use the Body Flicker Technique?!" Obito yelled.

Rin gasped. "He's fast! We need to find him before he gets hurt!"

Oh no. This wasn't a child.

This was a mission failure waiting to happen.

We scoured the village for the pint-sized fugitive. And by "scoured," I mean chased him all over Konoha like idiots.

We found him:

Inside a food stall, stealing dango.

On a roof, throwing paint at passing shinobi.

Somehow inside the Hokage's office, drawing on Hiruzen's hat.

The last one almost got us arrested.

Obito wheezed. "I swear… this is… worse than training."

"You're out of shape," I said, barely winded.

Obito shot me a glare. "You wanna chase this demon next, Mr. 'Elite Shinobi'?"

"Yes. Because unlike you, I actually catch my targets."

"OH, YOU WANNA GO—"

"Guys!" Rin interrupted. "He's getting away!"

We turned just in time to see Kenta sprint down an alley.

Alright. Enough was enough.

"Time to end this." I disappeared in a lightning-fast Shunshin, reappearing behind the kid in an instant. Before he could react, I grabbed him by the back of his shirt like a misbehaving puppy.

"Game over."

Kenta flailed wildly. "HEY! NO FAIR!"

I exhaled. "Welcome to real life, kid."

Obito stumbled over, panting. "T-took you long enough."

Rin clapped her hands. "Great job, Kakashi!"

Obito huffed. "Pfft, whatever. I was just about to—"

Then Kenta bit my hand.

"OW—YOU LITTLE—"

I barely stopped myself from dropkicking him into another dimension.

After far too much effort, we finally delivered Kenta back home. His grandmother thanked us with a single rice cracker each.

I stared at mine. "...This is a joke, right?"

Obito held up his cracker. "I risked my life for this?"

Rin, the only one still in a good mood, happily ate hers. "You guys are overreacting! It was fun!"

"Fun?" I echoed. "FUN?!"

"Yeah!" she smiled. "We got to run around, exercise, work together—"

Obito and I exchanged looks.

"Rin," I said slowly, "you're too kind for this world."

Obito groaned. "I swear, our next mission better be an A-rank or I'm gonna—"

"Good work, team!"

We turned to see Minato-sensei walking toward us, holding another mission scroll.

I stiffened. "...Sensei, please tell me it's not another D-rank."

Minato smiled.

I paled.

"…It's another D-rank, isn't it?"

Minato handed me the scroll.

I opened it.

"Mission: Walk an old lady's dogs."

I closed it.

I turned around.

I started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Rin called.

"To rethink my entire life."

Obito cackled. "HAHA! Oh man, I take it back, this is hilarious!"

Minato patted my shoulder. "Come on, Kakashi. It's important to help the community."

I stared into the distance, dead inside.

But as much as I complained, I couldn't deny the quiet part of me that was… relieved.

Walking dogs?

At least it wasn't war.

—

After barely surviving the last D-rank, I told myself that nothing could possibly be worse than babysitting a five-year-old criminal mastermind.

I was wrong.

Again.

"Alright, team," Minato-sensei said cheerfully, "today's mission is to walk Lady Ichika's five dogs!"

I sighed. "This is it. This is my life now."

Obito snorted. "Pfft, you're acting like this is some life-or-death mission."

I turned the mission scroll around so he could read the fine print.

'Warning: Lady Ichika's dogs are highly energetic and require strong handlers. Previous mission teams have sustained minor to moderate injuries. Proceed with caution.'

Obito blinked. "…Oh."

Rin tilted her head. "How bad could it be?"

We stood in front of five massive, terrifying dogs that looked less like household pets and more like wild beasts bred for war.

I had no doubt they had claimed lives before.

Obito's face paled. "Why are they looking at me like that?"

The biggest one, a hulking black wolf-dog mix, licked its chops.

"…Sensei," I said slowly, "are you sure these aren't summons?"

Minato laughed. "You'll be fine!"

He said that, then immediately vanished.

Sensei had abandoned us.

We were on our own.

Obito gulped. "I have a bad feeling about this."

I nodded. "Good. That means you're finally learning."

Rin, ever the optimist, took the leash of the smallest dog—a fluffy white one with bright eyes.

Obito took the brown mutt that looked the friendliest.

I got stuck with the demon wolf.

The moment we started walking, it became clear that we were not walking them.

They were walking us.

Or more accurately—

They were DRAGGING us.

"OH COME ON—!" I barely managed to dig my heels into the ground as my dog took off at full speed, yanking me along like I weighed nothing.

"KAKASHIIIIII—" Obito screamed as his dog leaped into a river.

Rin, somehow, had everything under control.

"Good boy, Shiro!" she giggled, walking peacefully like she was on a nice afternoon stroll.

Meanwhile, Obito was flailing in the water, and I was desperately fighting for my life against a beast that could probably take on a full-grown bear.

"I—WILL—NOT—BE—DEFEATED—" I growled, trying to plant my feet.

The wolf stopped.

I blinked. Did I win?

Then it turned its head to look at me.

And I swear on my mask—

It smirked.

Then it took off even FASTER.

"OBITO, CONTROL YOUR DOG!"

"I CAN'T—IT CONTROLS ME!"

"RIN, HELP!"

"Just be gentle with them!"

"THEY'RE NOT BEING GENTLE WITH US!"

The wolf suddenly jumped onto a food cart.

People screamed.

Food went flying.

The vendor cried.

The wolf kept running.

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING—"

Obito, soaking wet, ran up beside me. "If we survive this, I'm demanding a raise!"

"Konoha doesn't pay genin!"

"THEN I'M GONNA FILE A COMPLAINT!"

The wolf suddenly stopped again.

I exhaled. "Okay. I think I—"

Then it bolted toward a tree and ran straight UP THE TRUNK.

WITH ME STILL ATTACHED.

"OH COME ON—!"

By some miracle (and lots of bruises), we got the dogs home.

Lady Ichika beamed. "Oh, my babies had so much fun! You must be such talented shinobi!"

I was too exhausted to answer.

Obito looked dead inside.

Rin, still completely unharmed, smiled. "It was great!"

Lady Ichika handed us each a single rice cracker.

I stared at it.

Obito trembled.

"This is just like last time," I muttered.

Obito clutched his cracker in his fist. "I HATE D-RANKS."

Minato-sensei reappeared, still annoyingly cheerful. "Good job, team! Ready for your next assignment?"

I locked eyes with him, silently pleading.

He handed me another mission scroll.

I opened it.

"Mission: Assist the Academy teachers by supervising a classroom."

I closed it.

I turned around.

I started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Rin called.

"To file a complaint."

Obito grabbed my shoulders. "TAKE ME WITH YOU."

Minato just smiled.

I sighed.