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As Arata looked at Kurama, he sighed.
"I don't think you're gonna take this well," Kurama said with a serious face.
Arata scratched his head. "What do you think, bro? What should I even do? I'm losing it here."
Kurama took a breath. "At first, when I got your memories… I saw a lot. Like, in some other world, we're just… cartoons."
"You mean anime," Arata corrected, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, yeah—anime," Kurama scoffed. "I didn't even know if this world was real anymore!" he shouted, clearly frustrated.
"It is real," said Shibai suddenly, interrupting like he always does.
"Now where was I?" Shibai continued, tapping his chin. "Ah, right—Hagoromo. Okay, so listen up."
"This world... it's different," he said, pointing at the ground like it held secrets. "In the main timeline—canon, as you call it—Hashirama had two sons. But you don't know that 'cause you're not that deep into the fandom."
"Fandom," Arata muttered.
Shibai looked confused for a second. "Wait, what? 'Fandom'? How do you even know that word?" Arata asked, raising an eyebrow.
Shibai smirked. "Well, I saw your memories too, remember? What do you expect? Of course I picked up a few things. Some of it even disgusted me, honestly."
"Like what?" Kurama asked, already regretting it.
Shibai made a face. "Like... Boko-no-Pico..."
Both Kurama and Arata instantly made disgusted faces without even thinking.
"Yeah, exactly," Shibai said, shaking his head like he was trying to erase the memory. "Your world is wild And weird."
"Yeah, so like I was saying," Shibai continued, "Hashirama had two sons—Itami and Kazami Senju. But in this timeline, things are different. You took the place of Kazami Senju, the first son of Hashirama and Mito Uzumaki."
"And the second son, Itami... he was supposed to be the father of Nawaki and Tsunade Senju," Shibai added, pointing a finger for emphasis. "Tsunade Senju—remember that name."
Arata blinked. "Wait… but they're not even born in this world."
"Exactly," Shibai said, staring at him. "That's because of a timeline error. My mistake… I didn't realize it at the time. So to fix the balance, I reincarnated you."
Kurama raised an eyebrow. "Why him though?"
"Because he's... a psychiatrist ," Shibai said casually.
"A psychiatrist?" Arata repeated, confused he Knows he was psychiatrist before getting Isekai'd but why it "Helps" him Getiing Isekai'd.
"Yeah," Shibai nodded. "You're from another world, you've seen stuff, you understand emotions—people, pain, choices. You know how to use emotions to move people… not in an evil way, but you could. Still, I had to test you."
"You mean… the system?" Arata asked, remembering all those crazy choices.
"Exactly," Shibai said. "The system was the test. Those overpowered options—like killing Izuna, killing Madara—those weren't for fun. They were to see if you'd throw away your morals just for power."
Kurama looked serious. "So that's what it was…"
Arata stared at Shibai, stunned. "I thought it was just weird system messing with me…"
"Nope," Shibai smirked. "It was me. And here's the deal—you're still gonna keep the system, for now. But after you absorb that version of me, it'll go away."
"Wait… what version?" Arata asked.
"The body of the Shibai I killed—it's sealed deep inside Rōran. You know, the place where all that time-travel stuff happened?"
"Oh yeah," Kurama muttered. "With the puppet princess…"
"Exactly. The body is at the center of it. You have to go there before fifty years pass," Shibai said seriously. "After that, there's a chance Ishiki might find it."
Arata frowned. "Ishiki? What's he gonna do?"
"He can't take the body," Shibai said. "But he can steal some DNA and... Shinjutsu"
"Shinjutsu?" Arata blinked.
"Yes,god-like abilities that operate on a fundamental level, often seeming to warp reality or manifest phenomena directly, rather than manipulating chakra in the conventional way Ninjutsu does," Shibai explained. "If he gets it, he can give its power to others. Like how you saw in Boruto."
Arata looked confused. "Man… I only watched up to the part where some woman named Delta showed up and fought Naruto."
"Delta? That's so early!" Shibai facepalmed. "Hold on."
He snapped his fingers. In an instant, Arata and Kurama both felt a flood of memories—visions of Boruto's future, Kawaki sealing Naruto in a different timeline, Boruto going on the run, the time-skip, how Boruto trained and grew stronger.
"Whoa…" Arata whispered, holding his head. "That's a lot to take in."
"Now you're caught up," Shibai smirked.
"Alright, I guess that answers all your questions," said Shibai Ōtsutsuki with a calm smile.
Arata nodded slowly, still thinking. Kurama did the same.
"So… what do I do now?" Arata muttered to himself, scratching his head.
Shibai looked at him and said, "Simple. Go back to your normal life. But remember—when the time comes, you'll need to absorb the power of my other half. You've already got the ability. Just use it. Once you do, you'll be close to my level… at least in this world."
Arata raised an eyebrow. "This world's Shibai is stronger than you or Weaker?"
"Way Weaker for me but you ," Shibai shrugged. "You'll find out one day. And when you're strong enough, you'll also meet him… Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki. Jake Milton."
"Now go," said Shibai, ignoring them. "Close your eyes. You'll return to where you were."
Both Arata and Kurama nodded and shut their eyes.
When Arata opened them again, he found himself back under his blanket. He exhaled softly, lifted the blanket, and looked around.
"...Only two hours have passed," he whispered. He could tell just from his senses.
"Still thinking it was a dream, bread?" Kurama asked, sounding like a wise old fox.
"It's not a dream, host," said the system, with a little huff in its voice.
Arata blinked. "Why do you sound kinda angry?"
"I'm not angry," the system said with forced calm. "This weird system isn't angry at all."
Kurama raised an eyebrow. "Remember you just call the system weird while talking to Shibai?"
Arata chuckled nervously. "Oops…"
"You think I wasn't listening?" the system said in a dry tone. "Hmph."
Both Kurama and Arata got a cold sweat as they looked at each other.
"Bro," Arata said, "I think I just pissed off my own system."
"You better apologize before it gives you a punishment mission like 'hug Madara or die,'" Kurama joked.
"Don't give it ideas!" Arata panicked.