[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 40 I Accidentally Became an Uchiha Racist

The morning started like any other—until I reached for Taka and found nothing but empty air.

For a solid three seconds, I panicked. Had I lost him? Had some rogue ninja kidnapped my tiny, overly enthusiastic bird? Was I going to have to launch a full-scale rescue operation for my own summon?

Then I saw the note on my nightstand, written in surprisingly elegant handwriting:

"Gone to Mt. Tenrai for training. Will return stronger. Do not miss me too much. -Taka"

…Right. Because my barely combat-competent baby eagle was suddenly on a training arc.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "He’s going to come back and challenge me to a duel, isn’t he?"

Whatever. He’d be fine. Probably.

Besides, I had other things to focus on—like finally claiming my first yearly login reward.

I pulled up the interface, already bracing myself for something insane.

[Yearly Login Reward: Pure Senju Bloodline]

I stared.

I blinked.

I read it again.

Then, in true dignified shinobi fashion, I lost my entire mind.

SENJU BLOODLINE?! Not just any Senju bloodline, but PURE Senju bloodline?! That was Hashirama-level genetics! The kind of absurdly overpowered life force that let you shrug off fatal injuries like a mild inconvenience!

I immediately checked the details.

[Pure Senju Bloodline: Grants an unparalleled life force, immense chakra reserves, rapid healing, enhanced physical abilities, and a natural affinity for all chakra natures. Congratulations, you are now built different.]

I inhaled deeply.

I exhaled.

Then I screamed into my pillow.

This was too much power. This was dangerous. This was—

…Actually, no, this was perfect.

Then I felt it.

A sudden, intense warmth flooded my body, like I’d just been dunked into a hot spring made of raw vitality. My heartbeat slammed against my ribs, my chakra surged like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I swore I could hear the trees breathing.

I flexed my fingers. My chakra felt dense, rich in a way it never had before. My body? Ridiculously sturdy. I poked my arm—no difference. I punched my arm—still nothing.

This was insane.

And because I have the self-preservation of a rock, I decided to test it immediately.

I jumped once—just a normal test jump.

And promptly crashed through my ceiling.

…Oh.

I groaned, lying in the rubble of my own roof. "Great. I’m officially too powerful for my own house."

Then I noticed something else—the cut on my hand from yesterday? Gone. No scarring, no signs it was ever there.

I grinned.

I had Hashirama-tier healing.

This was terrible.

Not in the "Oh no, my enemies should fear me" way, but in the I am going to get reckless because I think I’m unkillable way.

I needed to test this properly.

Which meant field testing.

Which meant finding Guy.

Because if anyone could push me to the limits of my newly upgraded, borderline-immortal body, it was him.

I dusted myself off, adjusted my forehead protector, and bolted straight for Guy’s house.

Finding Guy was easy. Finding Guy doing something normal was impossible.

I found him mid-handstand push-up on top of a moving tree branch, sweating rivers while chanting, "YOUTH!" with each push.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching. Because really, what else was I supposed to do? This was Guy in his natural habitat.

Finally, I sighed. "Guy."

"Ah! Kakashi!" He flipped off the branch and landed with a dramatic pose, one fist clenched, eyes burning with fiery enthusiasm. "You seek the embrace of TRAINING!"

I blinked. "I seek the embrace of SCIENCE."

Guy blinked back. "…What?"

"I need you to hit me."

Guy gasped, clutching his chest like I’d just confessed a deep, emotional truth. "Kakashi… I never knew you were so—"

"Not like that." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I need to test something. Just hit me. Hard."

Guy’s confusion lasted about three seconds before his face lit up like a festival lantern.

"TESTING OUR LIMITS TOGETHER? KAKASHI, THIS IS A GLORIOUS MOMENT IN OUR RIVALRY!"

Before I could correct him, he vanished.

I barely had time to brace before—

BOOM.

I went flying.

Like, actual flying. I soared over the training field, past the trees, past a confused group of genin, and then—

CRASH. Right into the Hokage Monument.

I peeled myself out of the rock, coughing up dust. "…Okay. That was a bit more than I expected."

Guy appeared beside me in a flash, vibrating with excitement. "HOW WAS THAT? DID YOU FEEL YOUR YOUTH IGNITE?"

I did a quick mental check: Bones? Still intact. Pain? Surprisingly low. Bruises? Not even a scratch.

Oh. Oh.

I grinned. "Again."

Guy’s eyes gleamed.

And that’s how I spent the next two hours letting Konoha’s strongest taijutsu specialist beat the ever-loving chakra out of me.

Punches, kicks, body slams—I took them all. And each time, I barely felt it. Cuts healed instantly, bruises never even formed, and the only real consequence was the concerned crowd that started gathering.

At some point, Asuma and Kurenai showed up.

Asuma took one look at me, then at Guy, then at the crater we’d made.

"…Do I even want to know?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

Guy crossed his arms, looking far too pleased. "Kakashi has finally embraced the power of full-contact training!"

Asuma exhaled slowly. "Of course he has."

Kurenai crossed her arms. "You’re a menace, Kakashi."

"I’m a scientist," I corrected.

"You are literally letting Guy use you as a human punching bag."

I raised a finger. "It’s for science. There’s a difference."

Asuma took another drag. "You should probably stop before you get reckless and start doing dumb stuff."

I scoffed. "Asuma, please. When have I ever—"

Before I could finish that sentence, Guy roundhouse-kicked me straight into the river.

…Okay, maybe he had a point.

But still.

This was incredible.