Reincarnation into the world of Naruto with the system

The first thing I saw was a clean, white ceiling. Heh, brings back memories. A delivery room again?

The second thing I saw was Kiba's worried face. Bummer. I'm alive. I was already bracing myself for a restart.

"Naruto, you're awake!" he exclaimed, shaking me enthusiastically. Hm, doesn't hurt that much.

"Brother!" came a voice from a little further away. I turned my head with some effort. Ah, there's Kiba's older sister, Hana. A pretty girl, a bit older than Kiba and me, but the clan traits barely showed on her—ordinary eyes and only slightly sharper teeth, not even close to her younger brother's. And Kiba's genes hadn't even fully awakened yet.

"Oh! Sorry, are you okay? We came to visit you… Oh, right, we brought treats too!" he said, brimming with excitement. And, once again forgetting himself, he slapped me on the shoulder.

"Brother!" This time quieter, but with a far sterner tone. Amusing. They're complete opposites, even though they're siblings.

"I seem to be fine, and I feel pretty healthy. By the way, buddy, I've even one-upped your heroics—I saved not one, but two girls!" I said with a smirk.

"Heh-heh, that's my friend! And I'll admit it just this once—you even outdid me!" Kiba declared proudly, grinning ear to ear, and slapped my shoulder again.

"Brother!" Suddenly, I felt the strong urge to play dead. Hana has some kind of unshakable core… in that intimidating tone.

"Uh, uh… Well, I'll be off now. Get better!" And my first friend shot out of the room like a bullet.

"Naruto, I'm sorry about my brother. He was really worried and just doesn't know how to express it differently. I hope he didn't hurt you too much?" Damn, she's so caring. I might just melt.

"No, it's fine. My arm's already healed, so it's only a little uncomfortable, but not painful. Don't be too hard on him—I understand him. It's just his way of showing he cares," I replied honestly, with pleading eyes. I couldn't throw my friend under the bus for showing genuine concern. Let's try to ease his punishment.

"You're too kind. We'll stop by again later, but for now, get some rest, hero," she said cheerfully, though with a hint of modesty. She doesn't have the brashness typical of her clan.

With that, Hana left after her brother. Soon after, the door opened again, and a doctor came in silently to examine me. Hana must've told him I'd woken up. A couple of questions about my condition, checking my pupils, listening to my lungs, and a bit of medical jutsu. Then he stood up. Hey, what about the diagnosis?

"Uh, what's wrong with me?" I asked directly, unsure how to address him, feigning a bit of hesitation to mask my lack of politeness.

"Everything is fine—just minor bruises and exhaustion, which isn't surprising given your injuries, young man. Just rest, and we'll discharge you tomorrow," the doctor replied calmly.

And here I thought I'd get some biased attitude as the village's little demon. Did someone bribe him? Or does he just not care? Maybe there are still a few regular non-clan folks in the village who don't seeme as a thorn in Konoha's side?

"The regeneration is simply amazing," came the voice of the departing doctor from the other side of the door. Hey, I can still hear you!

The evening, however, brought a real headache, and I was even ready to relive the fight with those shinobi. By the way, no one bothered to explain why I got hurt in the first place! Even though the Hokage himself visited me by lunchtime. I still don't know how to feel about him.

He talked about the Will of Fire, asked about my health, and congratulated me on my "heroic deed" with a sly smirk on his lips. He even gave me an increase in my allowance and a bonus as a "model citizen" for that same deed. Then he lamented about his busy schedule and disappeared, leaving me to ponder the conversation. Honestly, I still can't figure out how to feel about him. The saying "no one is purely good or evil" fits him perfectly.

Now, back to the evening. First, I heard the sound of footsteps, which suddenly stopped. A moment later, three princesses entered my room, walking proudly and completely ignoring each other. It was Ino and two black-haired girls who looked eerily similar to the one I saw yesterday.

They entered majestically, pretending not to notice one another, and addressed only me. Ino kept trying to blame the other two for my condition. To be fair, it was my fault—I shouldn't have thrown that kunai. If I hadn't, they would've just passed by without incident. But I got tempted by the quest.

Within a minute, their parents had joined the scene. Specifically, the girls' mother—a stunning woman with black eyes like her daughters, a generous figure (I hope those two grow up to have the same, ahem...), and wavy black hair.

On Ino's side, it was her father—a figure I found slightly intimidating. It was hard not to let my anxiety show; I didn't even glance at the message logs for fear that experienced shinobi might notice something suspicious in my behavior.

As I later learned, the trio of females belonged to the Uchiha clan. Not surprising, really, considering the quest details. I was just a bit slow to connect the dots. The woman, named Maya, was the sister of the clan head, and the girls were cousins to Itachi and Sasuke. Well, I really got myself tangled up in this one.

The adults, as it turned out, didn't care much about me personally. Maya warmly thanked me for saving her daughters, declared me a welcome guest in the Uchiha district (not that I was eager to provoke other clans by visiting), and then turned her attention to Inoichi.

Inoichi also thanked me for saving Ino, apologized for not coming sooner, and more softly extended an invitation to visit them "for tea," clearly hinting that orphans are always hungry and I'd be no exception. It was practically written all over his words. Honestly, I wasn't opposed to the idea of eating him out of house and home just once.

After that, the adults left the kids to talk, watching their daughters' actions with a touch of amusement. From my perspective, though, the girls were just eating away at my sanity!

It was only after they left that I realized how tense I had been the entire time and how mentally drained I felt. Even talking to the Hokage had been easier. He treated me like a regular kid, while these two adults openly studied my reactions, my expressions—everything! And I couldn't let them see that I wasn't particularly interested in the girls' chatter, especially not their constant sniping at each other.

By the end, Inoichi, smirking, "rescued the hero from the conversation," remarking that I wasn't fully recovered yet and that "it was time to know when to stop." But my paranoia whispered that the adults had still picked up on the fact that I was utterly exhausted from the trio's bickering. I didn't even fully understand what those three girls were trying to tell me, as I politely nodded, agreed, or stayed silent whenever they started trading barbs.

Finally, it was time to check the logs and take a look at the reinstalled system.