Naruto: Saving the Universe by Stealing Attributes

After finishing her meal, Kurenai patted her slightly rounded belly in satisfaction. She couldn't remember ever feeling this full.

Strong, skilled with traps, grows his own vegetables, and on top of that… his cooking is amazing. Why does it feel like Uchiha Mirai is good at absolutely everything? And he's the same age as me, too…

Kurenai's gaze lingered on Mirai, her mind filled with curiosity. The handsome young man before her seemed nothing like the rumors.

"It's getting late." Uchiha Mirai's voice snapped Kurenai out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Is it that late already?" She glanced outside, surprised to see the sky darkened. A sudden warmth rose to her cheeks. She had completely lost track of time—all because his food was just too delicious.

When she caught Mirai looking at her with a confused expression, Kurenai glared at him, annoyed. How could he not get it?

Mirai blinked, puzzled. Just a moment ago, everything was fine—how did her mood shift so quickly?

As they walked to the edge of the courtyard, Mirai moved to close the door behind her, only to notice Kurenai casting a timid glance his way.

"Something wrong?"

"Could… could you walk me out of the clan grounds?" she asked softly. "It's a bit scary here."

It was the Uchiha clan territory, after all. Wandering around here at night seemed risky.

"Alright, alright." Mirai sighed, leading her out.

Once they left the Uchiha grounds, Kurenai paused and looked back at him.

"Thanks for the dinner," she said, and then she dashed off into the night.

As she disappeared, Mirai's brows furrowed slightly. If even Kurenai felt nervous around the Uchiha grounds, it was clear just how bad their reputation had become. Restoring the honor of the Uchiha clan… that would be no easy feat.

Thinking of this, a cold gleam flickered in Mirai's eyes. Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo Shimura… just you wait.

…

Back in the courtyard, Mirai headed to his usual training area and immediately started his daily routine. Earlier, he'd managed to "plunder" a bit of "physique" from Asuma Sarutobi. Now he finally had a chance to experience what that meant.

After nearly two hours of intense training, he lay on the ground, exhausted but content, a slight smile tugging at his lips. Unlike a game where a stat increase was just a number, here in the real world, a boost in physique meant comprehensive improvements—strength, speed, endurance, even damage resistance.

While it was just a small gain, Mirai could already feel the difference.

"System?" he called out, curiosity getting the better of him. "Do you have any other functions?"

No response.

He tried again, whispering under his breath. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

Nothing. Not a single reply.

Fine, then, he thought to himself. Guess I'll have to figure this out on my own.

It's called the Plunder System, right? The name itself is a big hint—it's meant for taking things from others. Today, it was "physique," but maybe I can plunder other attributes too. Skills, jutsu, even Kekkei Genkai might not be off-limits.

As an avid reader in his past life, Mirai had read countless novels, all in preparation for the day he'd find himself in a situation like this. His mind raced with ideas about the system's potential.

Of course, some things still needed to be tested. For example:

Did plundering only work in combat, or were there other triggers? Was every battle guaranteed to yield something, or was it a matter of chance? Could he plunder multiple times from the same person? And was there a cooldown?

He made a mental note to explore each of these questions thoroughly. His future depended on understanding this system inside and out.

…

The next day at the Academy.

Mirai was catching up on some sleep in his usual back-row seat by the window when he sensed someone standing close by, a hint of perfume wafting over.

Raising his head, he found Kurenai staring at him with wide eyes and a mix of disbelief and awe.

"What's up?"

Kurenai blinked, snapping back to reality. "You… you can still sleep?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Mirai replied, bemused.

"Aren't you worried that the Third Hokage will be after you?"

"Why would he do that?"

Kurenai sighed, clearly frustrated. "Because you beat up Asuma Sarutobi yesterday! The Third's son! Don't you think he might have a problem with that?"

"Oh, that?" Mirai shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not concerned. The Hokage is the Hokage of the entire village first, and only a father second. He wouldn't hold a grudge over something so minor."

"How can you be so sure? Do you actually know the Third that well?"

Mirai gave her a calm look. "No, but I do know the Will of Fire."

Hiruzen Sarutobi cares deeply about his reputation. All I did was rough Asuma up a little, I didn't do any lasting harm. He'd never make a fuss over something so trivial.

Besides, most people probably expect Uchiha clan members to act like this anyway.

Kurenai could only stare at him, speechless. She hadn't expected Mirai's bold confidence to come from his understanding of the Will of Fire.

"Very well said!"

The loud, enthusiastic voice cut through the room, drawing everyone's attention.

Sitting in front of Mirai, a spiky-haired boy with goggles spun around.

"Mirai, you're obnoxious, but you're right about that. Someone who upholds the Will of Fire like the Third would never hassle you over beating up his son."

Obito Uchiha beamed at him, his usual goofiness on full display.

"It's a surprise that someone like you actually gets it!"

Mirai just glanced at Obito, unmoved. He'd never felt much affection for him, and since arriving in this world, Obito had treated him as a rival, often throwing jabs his way.

"Tch," Obito muttered, annoyed by Mirai's indifference. He turned back around, leaving the class buzzing with whispers.

"Wait, did Obito just say the Third Hokage's son? That's Asuma, right? Did Mirai actually beat up Asuma?"

"Is that for real?"

"It must be. Look at Asuma—he's got some cuts on his face and hands."

"Only an Uchiha would have the nerve to beat up the Hokage's kid," one of the students whispered in awe.

Asuma could only bury his head in his arms, wishing the ground would swallow him up.