Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System

Over the past month, Team Minato's life had become a never-ending cycle of D-rank missions, training, and occasional C-rank missions.

And by "occasional," I mean "so rare that I could count them on one hand and still have fingers left over."

The war was still raging, but we were stuck in the glamorous life of weeding gardens, walking dogs, and hunting down missing chickens. Every now and then, we'd get a C-rank mission—maybe a bandit-clearing job, or a merchant escort—but those were just enough action to remind us we were actually shinobi, before shoving us back into D-rank hell.

At least training was productive.

[Login Streak Reward: Black Bone Acquired!]

When I saw that notification, I expected something cool. Maybe a sword made of shadows. Maybe x-ray vision.

Instead?

Stronger bones.

At first, I was unimpressed. But then I read the fine print.

My skeleton wasn't just tough—it was unnaturally dense, blade-resistant, and could endure insane levels of force. My muscles no longer had to hold back in fear of snapping my own bones like twigs. And as a bonus, my flesh became durable enough to deflect weapons or even stop bullets just by flexing.

Oh.

Oh, this was good.

This meant my Pink Muscles could finally go all out. The body's natural limiters—the ones stopping you from pulling your own tendons apart—were gone. As long as I controlled my strength, I could finally use one hundred percent of my muscles without breaking myself.

This was huge.

With Black Bone, my training evolved to a whole new level of suffering.

I turned up my Compression Training Weights to ridiculous levels. The gravity resistance pushed my body so hard that every movement felt like I was dragging boulders tied to every limb. The weights didn't restrict movement, just increased the effort required, meaning my speed and agility were training under extreme conditions.

Before this, I had to be careful with how much force I used in training. Now?

I was punching trees until they exploded.

I was running up cliffs like they were stairs.

I was practicing sword swings that could cleave through solid stone.

With my enhanced bones keeping me from self-destructing, I abused the hell out of my Pink Muscles. The results?

I was getting faster, stronger, and tougher at a terrifying rate.

And the best part?

I could still feel myself hitting walls, struggling, improving. My growth was insane, but I wasn't suddenly untouchable. It was real progress, not an instant win button.

It was perfect.

Now, while my big streak rewards were solid, I still had my daily login rewards.

And let me tell you—the system had a sense of humor.

Some days, I got mundane stuff. Bottled water. Socks. A bar of soap.

One time, it gave me a toothbrush—which was nice, I guess, but not exactly a game-changer.

But then, every once in a while, it dropped something actually useful.

Chakra Enhancement Pills. Stamina Pills. The kind of stuff that boosted my recovery time and let me train longer without dying.

The best one so far?

A high-quality medical balm that instantly soothed muscle pain.

(It was a lifesaver after I accidentally crushed a tree with my own training dummy.)

So, yeah—the daily rewards were a gamble. But when they hit? They hit hard.

Now, despite my intense training, most of my days were spent suffering through D-rank missions.

Obito kept whining about it.

"WE'RE TRAINED SHINOBI! WE SHOULDN'T BE DELIVERING MAIL!"

Rin found the fun in everything.

"Aww, look at that cute old lady! Isn't it nice to help the village?"

And me?

I was secretly relieved.

Sure, I complained just as much as Obito, but deep down, I knew… this was better than war.

Even with my absurdly fast improvement, the idea of being thrown into the battlefield again?

It still terrified me.

And that was fine.

For now, I'd take boring missions over a real fight any day.

Every once in a while, we got a C-rank mission—something that actually required combat.

One mission had us clearing out a bandit hideout.

Obito, of course, was too eager.

"Alright, let's storm the place!"

"Are you stupid?" I deadpanned. "They outnumber us, we don't know how many are inside, and you want to just walk in?"

"…Yes?"

I sighed. "Let's try not dying instead."

With Minato-sensei leading us, we used strategy instead of brute force. I used my Deadshot precision to take out sentries with kunai, Rin scouted with her sensor skills, and Obito… well, he tried to be sneaky.

(He tripped over a rock and knocked himself out. Classic.)

The actual fight was over in minutes. I moved with full efficiency, cutting through enemies with precision, my Pink Muscles and Black Bone combination making me unstoppable.

I parried swords with my bare arms. I moved too fast for them to react.

Minato-sensei barely had to step in.

It was clean, efficient, and satisfying.

After the mission, Obito was sulking. "You guys didn't even give me a chance!"

I patted his head. "Maybe next time, don't trip on a rock."

"IT WAS DARK, OKAY?!"

Looking back on the past month, I had to admit… I was getting ridiculously strong.

If I compared myself to who I was just four weeks ago—

It wasn't even close.

But more than that?

I was learning control.

Before, my Pink Muscles felt like overkill—too much power with too much risk. Now, with Black Bone supporting them, I could use that strength freely while still controlling every bit of it.

The only thing left?

Experience.

Because no matter how strong I got, it wouldn't matter if I wasn't smart about it.

Minato-sensei once said, "Power without control is just a disaster waiting to happen."

I wasn't going to be that disaster.

Of course, despite all my progress, we were still stuck in D-rank purgatory.

"Today's mission," Minato announced, "is to help an old man move furniture."

Obito groaned. "WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?!"

Minato smiled. "Because it builds character."

I sighed, lifting an entire bookshelf with one hand.

"Can we at least get hazard pay?"

—

It happened during an otherwise normal day. No ominous drum beats, no flashing neon signs screaming, "Kakashi, your life is about to change!" Just another morning in Konoha, filled with the usual training, missions, and the daily login reward—today's grand prize?

[Login Reward: A Single Pair of Socks!]

Nice. Because nothing says "elite shinobi" like fresh footwear.

I sat on the training field, casually stretching while Obito and Rin finished their spar. Minato-sensei was watching with his usual warm smile, hands on his hips, as Obito flailed dramatically.

"Rin, have mercy!" Obito yelped as she twisted his arm in a hold. "Sensei, call it! I'm going to die!"

Rin giggled but released him, shaking her head. "I barely applied pressure, Obito."

He sat up and pouted. "Barely applied pressure? My arm almost popped off!"

Minato-sensei chuckled before turning toward me. "Kakashi, I have something important to tell you."

I paused mid-stretch. "What is it, sensei?"

His blue eyes softened. "As of today, the Hokage has officially approved your promotion. Congratulations—you're a Jonin."

Silence.

Then—

"…Huh?"

Obito's head snapped toward me so fast I thought he might get whiplash. Rin gasped, eyes wide with surprise.

"Wait, wait, wait," Obito scrambled to his feet, waving his arms. "You mean that kind of Jonin? As in, the elite rank? The rank of our sensei?"

Minato nodded, smiling.

Obito spun toward me, pointing an accusing finger. "Who did you bribe?"

I sighed. "Nobody."

"Who did you blackmail?"

I glared. "No one."

Obito narrowed his eyes. "Then how?"

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I'm just that good, Obito."

Obito groaned, clutching his head. "This isn't fair! He's thirteen! He doesn't even enjoy life! Look at him! He just sits there, judging the world!"

I blinked. "…That's just my face."

Minato chuckled. "The Hokage recognizes Kakashi's abilities and accomplishments, and considering the war, we need strong leaders on the battlefield."

Ah. And there it was. The war.

I should've been excited. A Jonin at thirteen? That was huge. It meant higher-ranked missions, more authority, and access to even more advanced techniques. But deep down, I knew what it really meant.

I was being pushed closer to the front lines.

No more easy D-ranks. No more lazy days babysitting demon children or walking dogs. Soon, I'd be leading missions—ones where lives depended on my decisions.

I took a slow breath, keeping my face neutral. "I understand."

Minato nodded approvingly. "I know you'll do well."

Obito still wasn't over it. He turned to Rin, flailing. "Are you hearing this?! He's Jonin now! What's next, Hokage by next year?!"

Rin giggled. "Congratulations, Kakashi! You've worked really hard."

Obito groaned. "I'm gonna be stuck as a Genin forever at this rate."

I smirked. "Don't worry, Obito. If I ever become Hokage, I'll make sure you get a nice, easy desk job."

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE."

Minato laughed. "Alright, alright, that's enough. This calls for a celebration. Let's go get something to eat."

That, at least, was good news. Even as I followed them toward Ichiraku, though, I couldn't shake the weight settling in my chest.

I was a Jonin.

Which meant that day was getting closer.

And I wasn't sure if I was ready.

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