Uchiha Yoru listened to the prompt in his mind, his face as cold and expressionless as ever. He gave a slight nod.
Ever since transmigrating into this world as an Uchiha, years had passed without any "golden finger" (cheat ability) to aid him.
Yet, through sheer, relentless training, Yoru had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, risen to the rank of jōnin, and secured a position in the Konoha Military Police Force—even earning a promotion to squad leader.
But Yoru knew better than anyone: a Three-Tomoe Sharingan and the title of jōnin meant nothing against true power.
He remembered it vividly—Uchiha Yashiro, Uchiha Tekka, and Uchiha Inabi, three elite Uchiha jōnin, were all annihilated in an instant by Uchiha Itachi and his Mangekyō Sharingan.
The gap in strength was a chasm, impossible to bridge.
Without a golden finger, Yoru had little hope of awakening his own Mangekyō.
Because…
He felt no connection to this world.
No parents, no wife or children. His so-called clan, friends, and comrades? Just strangers tied by circumstance.
Even if they all died, he'd feel nothing.
How can you lose what you never loved?
A heart this cold had no chance of unlocking the Mangekyō's power.
Until—
Not long ago, his golden finger finally activated.
The "Virtuous Deeds System."
As the name implied, performing good deeds would earn him karma points, amplifying all his abilities.
For Yoru, no system could've been more perfect.
After all, he was already part of the Military Police, tasked with maintaining Konoha's order.
And in his past life? He'd worked in law enforcement too—though in that "civilized" world, extreme measures were forbidden.
Yet because of those restrictions, countless criminals slipped through the cracks, evading justice.
His own death was tied to that very frustration.
Now, reborn as Uchiha Yoru in this darker ninja world, he felt something akin to euphoria…
For here, he could deliver justice—properly.
And so, a "righteous to the point of madness" Uchiha was born.
Even Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, found him a headache.
Yoru's methods were… excessive, even for the Military Police.
But he didn't care. Whenever Fugaku criticized him, Yoru had one reply:
"Everything I do is for justice."
Left speechless, Fugaku always relented.
And now, Yoru stood firm in that belief.
"Aaaahhh!"
A scream tore through the air as a head rolled across the ground.
"You—you monster! What have you done?!"
"Even if my husband was a beast… he was still my husband!"
"How could you just—just kill him?!"
"How am I supposed to live now?!"
"I'll kill you!!"
The one lunging at Yoru wasn't some enemy shinobi—it was Haruko, the very woman beaten black and blue by her drunken, gambling husband.
The crowd stared in disbelief. Even Yoru's two subordinates were stunned.
She's defending that trash?!
"The wretched invite their own misery."
Just like Yoru always said—damn if he wasn't right.
Haruko, wild-eyed, charged at Yoru with a pair of scissors.
Shink!
The sound of steel slicing flesh made the onlookers shudder.
A second later—
Haruko collapsed, a gaping wound in her back gushing blood onto the dirt.
"C-Captain?!"
"What the hell did you just do?!"
His subordinates clutched their heads. Killing the abusive husband was one thing, but this?
No way Fugaku would let this slide!
The crowd recoiled, gasping.
Yoru's voice was ice. "She attacked first. I defended myself."
"Take the bodies back to HQ. Report the facts to Fugaku-sama."
His men paled.
Sure, technically, she had attacked—but who'd believe a civilian woman could threaten an Uchiha jōnin?
This excuse wouldn't fool a child.
Yet Yoru didn't care. Under the crowd's horrified stares, he walked away.
Ding!
[You've successfully reunited Haruko's family in the Pure Land! Good deed confirmed. +10 karma points.]
Yoru: "…"
Even for someone as ruthlessly "just" as him, this system's dark humor was something else.
He didn't give a damn about others' opinions—
But did it have to phrase it like that?!
Shaking his head, Yoru vanished into Konoha's shadows, continuing his patrol.
Virtuous Deeds System
Host: Uchiha Yoru
Age: 21
Rank: Konoha Military Police Squad Leader
Level: Jōnin
Affinities: Fire, Lightning, Yin, Yang
Chakra: 647
Abilities:
Three-Tomoe Sharingan (313/1000) Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (MAX) Fire Release: Dragon Flame Technique (MAX) Uchiha-Style Kenjutsu (88/100) …
Karma: 20 points
Without hesitation, Yoru dumped all 20 points into his Sharingan.
Three-Tomoe Sharingan (333/1000).
Instantly, his ocular power surged.
Visual prowess is everything.
Even among Three-Tomoe users, the depth of power varied—and Yoru's eyes already surpassed ordinary jōnin.
As he prowled Konoha's darkness, two familiar chakra signatures approached fast.
His subordinates.
"Captain Yoru! Fugaku-sama is furious!"
"He ordered you back to HQ—now!"
Their faces were pale. Fugaku rarely lost his temper like this.
Uchiha Fugaku wasn't a hardline hawk. His eventual push for rebellion had been born of desperation.
Beneath his stern demeanor lay hesitation—but today, his rage was undeniable.
No wonder the two were terrified.
Yoru knew exactly why.
His face remained blank as he flashed toward the Military Police headquarters.