The early morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Itachi made his way towards the dungeon entrance. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-covered grass and the promise of adventure. As he approached, he spotted Jinho waiting for him, surrounded by a group of unfamiliar faces. Their gear and weapons marked them as hunters, presumably hired to meet the minimum quota required for dungeon clearance.
Itachi's keen eyes scanned the assembled group, noting their nervous glances and whispered conversations. He greeted Jinho with a silent nod, his expression unreadable as always. The hired hunters fell quiet as he drew near, their eyes following his every move with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
As Itachi's gaze settled on Jinho, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his companion's choice of attire. Jinho stood proudly in an ornate, heavy-looking armor that gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight. Intricate designs were etched into its surface, speaking of its high quality and exorbitant cost. However, Itachi's practical mind immediately recognized the impracticality of such attire for dungeon exploration.
"Jinho," Itachi said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable note of authority. "Remove the armor. It will only slow you down and hinder your movements."
Jinho's eyes widened in surprise, his hands instinctively moving to touch the polished breastplate. "But Itachi-," he protested, "this is top-grade defensive equipment. It'll keep me safe in the dungeon!"
Itachi shook his head, his dark eyes holding Jinho's gaze steadily. "True safety comes from skill and awareness, not bulky armor. In a dungeon, agility can mean the difference between life and death. Take it off."
Seeing the reluctance still evident in Jinho's posture, Itachi softened his stance slightly. "If you insist on keeping something, you may retain the helmet. But the rest goes. We need you mobile and alert, not weighed down by unnecessary equipment."
As Jinho begrudgingly began to remove his armor, piece by heavy piece, Itachi's sharp hearing picked up murmurs from the hired hunters. Their voices were laden with doubt and skepticism, casting aspersions on the duo's ability to clear the dungeon.
"Just the two of them? Clear this dungeon? It's impossible," one hunter whispered to his companion, shaking his head in disbelief.
"They're either overconfident or foolish," another added, his tone a mixture of derision and concern. "No one's cleared a dungeon with less than a full party before."
Itachi paid them no mind, his focus already on the task ahead. He knew their doubts would be silenced soon enough. As Jinho finished removing his armor, keeping only the ornate helmet as per Itachi's allowance, they exchanged a brief nod. Without another word to the skeptical onlookers, the pair entered the dungeon, leaving behind a wake of bewildered whispers.
Hour passed, the sun climbing high in the sky as the hired hunters waited outside the dungeon entrance. Some paced nervously, while others sat in small groups, engaged in hushed conversations about the foolhardy duo who had entered alone. Just as the tension was reaching its peak, the dungeon entrance shimmered, and two figures emerged.
Itachi and Jinho walked out, looking barely worse for wear. The assembled hunters stared in disbelief, their jaws slack with shock. Not only had the duo returned safely, but they had cleared the dungeon in record time. Itachi's clothes were slightly dusty, and Jinho's prized helmet sported a new dent, but otherwise, they appeared unharmed.
Itachi turned to Jinho, his voice betraying no fatigue as he asked, "Where's the next dungeon?"
Jinho, still catching his breath and riding high on their successful clear, grinned widely. "About an hour from here, to the east," he replied, excitement evident in his voice. "Shall we head there next?"
Itachi nodded, already planning their next move. As they walked away from the stunned group of hunters, leaving behind a trail of amazed whispers and shattered preconceptions, Itachi allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Their journey was just beginning, and he had a feeling there would be many more surprises in store.
Meanwhile, in the bustling headquarters of the White Tiger Guild, a solitary figure hunched over a computer screen, surrounded by the soft glow of monitors. Files and documents were scattered across the desk, all centered around one name: Uchiha Itachi.
The investigator's eyes narrowed as they scrolled through the limited information available, determined to uncover the mystery surrounding this new, mysterious hunter. Reports of impossible clear times, whispers of unheard-of abilities, and a background that seemed to appear out of nowhere – it all pointed to something extraordinary.
"Who are you really, Uchiha Itachi?" the investigator murmured, adding another note to the growing file. Little did they know, the subject of their investigation was about to become even more intriguing.
In another part of the office, Ahn Sangmin paced in his office, briefing his junior on their upcoming mission. The afternoon sun streamed through the large windows, casting long shadows across the plush carpet.
"We're going to recruit Uchiha Itachi," Sangmin stated, his tone leaving no room for argument. He paused in front of a board covered in reports and photos, all related to their target. "His potential is too great to ignore. We need him in the White Tiger Guild."
His junior, a young man named Park Joon-ho, nodded eagerly, both excited and nervous about the prospect of approaching such a formidable hunter. "Do you think he'll accept, sir?"
Sangmin turned, a confident smile playing on his lips. "We're the White Tiger Guild, Joon-ho. We always get our man. Now, let's go make an offer he can't refuse."
As the day wore on, Itachi found himself deep within another dungeon, facing off against three enormous Kobold beasts. Their massive forms towered over him, fangs bared and claws gleaming in the dim light. Lesser hunters would have quailed at the sight, but Itachi's expression remained calm, almost bored.
In a flash too quick for the untrained eye to follow, Itachi unsheathed his katana. The blade whistled through the air, a single, precise slash cutting through the stale dungeon air. For a heartbeat, nothing seemed to happen. Then, as if in slow motion, all three Kobolds collapsed, felled by that single strike.
As Itachi flicked the blood from his blade, a realization struck him. His movements were faster, his strikes more powerful than ever before. Free from the illness that had plagued him in his past life and honed by intense training in this new world, he felt stronger . If he discounted the Sharingan, he might even surpass his former self.
The thought both exhilarated and unsettled him. In this world of hunters and dungeons, how far could he push his limits?
Deeper in the dungeon, Itachi encountered a group of magic beasts. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light as they prepared to attack, the air around them shimmering with arcane energy. Lesser hunters might have retreated, but Itachi saw only an opportunity to test his growing powers.
His hands flashed through a series of signs, chakra molding and shaping itself in ways that felt both familiar and new in this world. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" he called out, his voice echoing off the dungeon walls.
A massive sphere of flame erupted from Itachi's mouth, engulfing the first wave of beasts. The heat was intense, causing even the stone floor to crack and bubble. Before the smoke could clear, Itachi was already forming his next jutsu.
"Lightning Style: Thunderbolt!" Arcs of electricity danced from his fingertips, paralyzing the remaining creatures. The dungeon lit up with blinding flashes, the air filled with the scent of ozone and burnt flesh.
As the last beast fell, Itachi took a moment to catch his breath. The ease with which he had dispatched these formidable foes further cemented his earlier realization about his growing strength. In this world, his chakra felt different – more potent in some ways, yet also more connected to the environment around him.
As Itachi emerged from the dungeon, the sun was already low in the sky, painting the world in warm hues of orange and gold. He paused at the entrance, his senses alerting him to an unfamiliar presence. A man stood nearby, his posture radiating confidence and purpose. He was dressed in an expensive suit that seemed out of place in the rugged dungeon surroundings.
"Uchiha Itachi-ssi?" the man called out, taking a step forward. "I'm Ahn Sangmin, chief of the White Tiger Guild's management department, 2nd division. I've been waiting to speak with you."
Itachi regarded the man coolly, assessing him with a single glance. He could sense the purpose behind Sangmin's friendly demeanor, the calculation in his eyes. Itachi replied evenly. "What brings a guild executive to a dungeon entrance?"
Sangmin smiled, gesturing towards a nearby café. "Perhaps we could discuss this over a cup of coffee? I have a proposition that I believe will interest you greatly."
Intrigued despite himself, Itachi nodded his assent. As they walked towards the café, he couldn't help but wonder what new developments this encounter would bring to his journey in this world.
The café was a cozy establishment, its warm lighting and rich aroma of coffee creating an atmosphere of comfort and intimacy. Itachi and Sangmin found themselves seated at a corner table, away from the few other patrons enjoying their evening brews.
As they settled in, a waitress quickly took their orders – a simple black coffee for Itachi and a latte for Sangmin. The guild executive waited until their drinks arrived before clearing his throat, his expression turning serious.
"I'll get straight to the point, Itachi-ssi," Sangmin began, his tone businesslike yet tinged with an undercurrent of excitement. "The White Tiger Guild would like to offer you a position. Your skills are better than that of a E-Ranker, and we believe you'd be a valuable asset to our organization. We're prepared to offer you resources, support, and opportunities that no other guild can match."
Itachi's face remained impassive as he listened, sipping his coffee slowly. When Sangmin finished his pitch, Itachi set down his cup, his dark eyes meeting Sangmin's gaze directly. His response was immediate and firm. "I decline."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with finality. Sangmin's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not having anticipated such a swift rejection. He leaned forward, his composure cracking slightly. "May I ask why?" he inquired, trying to keep his voice level. "If it's a matter of compensation, I'm sure we can negotiate—"
Itachi cut him off with a slight raise of his hand. "It's not about compensation, Sangmin-ssi," he said calmly. He took another sip of his coffee before continuing, "Yoojin Construction has already offered me a contract. They're providing a 30 billion won building as part of the deal."
The color drained from Sangmin's face. "Th-thirty billion?" he stammered, his carefully cultivated poise evaporating. "I... we can't match that offer. That's unprecedented for a new hunter."
Itachi nodded, standing up to leave. But before he did, his eyes locked with Sangmin's, and in that instant, he cast a subtle genjutsu. The café around them seemed to fade away, replaced by a world of swirling darkness. Sangmin found himself paralyzed, unable to move or speak as Itachi's voice echoed ominously around him.
"One final thing, Sangmin-ssi," Itachi's disembodied voice warned, carrying a chill that seemed to penetrate Sangmin's very soul. "If I hear any rumors or whispers about my contract with Yoojin Construction or my abilities surpassing E-Rank, I will find you. And you will not enjoy the consequences. Do we understand each other?"
Unable to speak, Sangmin could only nod frantically, cold sweat beading on his forehead. As quickly as it had begun, the illusion shattered, leaving Sangmin gasping in his seat as Itachi walked out of the café without a backward glance.
Moments after Itachi's departure, Sangmin's subordinate, Park Joon-ho, who had been waiting outside, rushed into the café. He found his boss pale and shaken, staring blankly at the empty seat across from him.
"Sir? What happened? Are you alright?" Joon-ho asked, concern evident in his voice. He had never seen the usually composed Sangmin in such a state.
Sangmin took a deep breath, trying to gather his wits. "He... he rejected our offer," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "But more than that..." He trailed off, the memory of the genjutsu still fresh and terrifying in his mind.
"Sir?" Joon-ho prompted, growing increasingly worried.
Sangmin looked up at his subordinate, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. "We may have underestimated him, Joon-ho," he said slowly. "Uchiha Itachi... he might be more powerful than we ever imagined. And far more dangerous."
As the sun set on this eventful day, Itachi made his way back to his temporary lodgings. The streets were quieting down, the bustle of the day giving way to the peaceful calm of evening. Just as he was preparing for rest, a notification from the system caught his attention, glowing softly in his field of vision.
[New Quest Available: Job Change]
Itachi frowned, puzzled by this unexpected development. In his time in this world, he had grown accustomed to the various quests and missions offered by the system, but this was something new. A job change? What did that entail in this world of hunters and dungeons?
He was tempted to accept immediately, his curiosity piqued by the possibilities this quest might offer. However, the events of the day had left him with much to contemplate. After a moment's deliberation, Itachi decided to wait.
"I'll look into this tomorrow," he murmured to himself, dismissing the notification for now. "There's no rush, and I need time to consider the implications."
As he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Itachi's mind raced with possibilities. What new challenges would this job change quest bring? How would it affect his growing power in this world? And how would it impact his plans and the connections he was building?
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Itachi drifted off to sleep, ready to face whatever challenges the next day might bring. In this new world, every decision could have far-reaching consequences, and Itachi was determined to navigate them with the same skill and precision he brought to his battles.
The room fell silent, save for the soft sound of Itachi's breathing. Outside, the moon rose over the city, casting its gentle light on a world full of mysteries waiting to be unraveled.