The morning fog had yet to fully disperse when the rhythmic sound of objects slicing through the air began echoing across the training ground.
Kyoshin stood ten ters from a wooden target, flicking his wrist with practiced stability.
Three shuriken flew out in a triangular formation, embedding themselves precisely within three inches of the bullseye.
He walked over, pulled the shuriken free, returned to his position, and repeated the exact sa motion.
This wasn't for show. It was fundantals.
He needed every muscle in his body to rember this feeling.
Physical training followed imdiately afterward.
Squats, push-ups, frog jumps, weighted laps around the training field.
Sweat quickly soaked through his clothes, but he never stopped until his body reached its limit.
This was a world where individual power could stand above the collective.
A world built upon a twisted, broken logic...
The strong were naturally right.
The weak were naturally guilty.
The better a future one desired, the more sweat they had to pay for it.
Fortunately, Kyoshin possessed the system ability called Linear Potential.
He had no bottlenecks.
No upper limit to his talent.
One part effort, one part reward.
Not a single drop of sweat would ever be wasted working for so capitalist.
How could he not stay motivated?
Once the physical training ended, chakra refinent beca the mandatory lesson of the day.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt the flow of energy within his body.
Chakra was extracted from his cells and slowly gathered through his chakra pathways.
The process was tedious and lengthy, yet he could clearly sense the gradual growth of his reserves.
The most unique training took place in the afternoon.
Once his chakra had fully recovered, Kyoshin ford hand seals and created a shadow clone.
The Sharingan of both the clone and original body glowed crimson simultaneously.
A single tomoe slowly rotated.
Genjutsu activated.
The night of the Uchiha compound. Corpses scattered everywhere…
Every detail was magnified.
Every ounce of fear was recreated.
Kyoshin remained conscious within the illusion.
He forced himself to directly face that heart-rending pain.
During the process, the compressed emotions combined with his chakra through the Uchiha bloodline, transforming into a special kind of energy that flowed like tiny streams toward his brain.
The Sharingan slowly rotated, and under the influence of that energy, its ocular power quietly strengthened little by little.
The illusion shattered, and the genjutsu training ended.
Kyoshin breathed heavily, raising a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Then he froze.
The world before his eyes had beco clearer than ever before.
The spiderweb in the corner of the training field. The cracks in the distant mountain rocks. The frequency of insects flapping their wings in the air.
No detail escaped his vision.
More importantly, the tomoe in his Sharingan had changed from one to two.
Two-tomoe Sharingan.
Its ocular power had risen by more than an entire tier.
Kyoshin felt this newly born strength. The increase in his power was so obvious, so tangible.
"Kyoshin!"
A crisp female voice called from behind him.
Kyoshin dispelled the shadow clone and turned around.
Kurotsuchi stood at the edge of the training ground with a bright smile on her face.
"Grandpa told to call you ho for dinner!"
Ever since learning Kyoshin was actually a boy, Kurotsuchi's attitude had subtly changed.
Simply put, she had beco even more enthusiastic.
Kurotsuchi walked over wearing the standard black-and-red training outfit common in Iwagakure. Even at her young age, her astonishing proportions were already beginning to show.
Her dark eyes fixed on Kyoshin as she smiled, "Don't train too hard. Make sure you rest too."
"Thank you." Kyoshin nodded, though internally he was already analyzing the situation.
This change was probably nothing more than simple attraction between the opposite sexes.
The two walked ho side by side. The dinner table was covered with a rich spread of dishes.
Onoki sat at the head of the table, Kitsuchi beside him, while Kurotsuchi naturally chose the seat next to Kyoshin.
The atmosphere was far more relaxed than before.
Onoki looked at Kyoshin, "The observation period is over."
Kyoshin set down his chopsticks and straightened his posture.
Onoki's expression softened into kindness, "Welco to Iwagakure, Uchiha Kyoshin."
A smile appeared on Kitsuchi's face, while Kurotsuchi's eyes lit up imdiately.
A weight inside Kyoshin finally settled.
After dinner, Onoki stood up.
"Co with ."
———
[Inside The Tsuchikage's Office]
Onoki walked to the stone desk and pulled out an official registration form.
"Fill out your detailed information."
Kyoshin accepted the form, completed it item by item, then handed it back.
Onoki reviewed it carefully before taking out an Iwagakure forehead protector from a drawer.
"From today onward, you are a ninja of Iwagakure."
Kyoshin accepted the forehead protector. The tal felt cold and solid in his hands. He solemnly tied it around his forehead.
Watching his actions, a trace of satisfaction flashed through Onoki's eyes.
"The village can feel your sincerity. And sincerity goes both ways."
He placed a set of keys onto the desk.
"You probably noticed the row of detached houses beside my ho. The one on the left belongs to you now."
Before Kyoshin could react, Onoki continued, "Every month, you'll receive an allowance of ten thousand ryo."
Honestly, considering the cost of living in the ninja world, ten thousand ryo really wasn't much.
But what if that was just spending money?
Onoki continued speaking, "In Iwagakure, any shop that sells ninja-related goods is open to you. Take whatever you need. The shopkeepers only need to send the bill to the Tsuchikage's office."
Kyoshin completely froze.
This far exceeded his expectations.
This wasn't ordinary acceptance anymore.
This was full investnt and training with every available resource.
And sohow, it still wasn't over.
Onoki continued, "As for the secret archive where ninjutsu scrolls are stored, you may browse it freely."
"If there's a specific technique you want to learn, bring the scroll to , and I'll assign a jonin proficient in that technique to teach you."
"Of course, you're still young. So jutsu are too dangerous for you right now, so don't complain when your grandpa gets a little naggy."
Kyoshin took a deep breath. Having experienced the ninja world… more specifically, having suffered through the double beating that was Konoha and the Uchiha clan, he understood exactly how heavy this goodwill was.
In a complicated tone, he said, "Thank you very much, Lord Tsuchikage."
Onoki waved him off, "Go on. Take a look at your new ho."
"You're a child with self-control, and your training thods don't require further correction, so I didn't assign you a guiding jonin."
There wasn't even soone assigned to monitor him?
'Holy shit, what else is there to say at this point?'
'What is Konoha?'
'Never heard of it.'
"From now on, I'm an Iwagakure ninja. And that will never change," Kyoshin declared before turning to leave the office.
Outside the door, the sunlight was perfect.
He tightened his grip on the keys in his hand, feeling the weight of the forehead protector resting against his brow.
Iwagakure.
Uchiha Kyoshin.
A new identity.
A new beginning.
A standalone house with its own courtyard. A two-story stone building with a dedicated training ground outside.
Just as Onoki had said, the interior ca fully furnished.
Bedroom, study, bathroom, kitchen.
The training room contained all sorts of equipnt: wooden posts, sandbags, shuriken targets.
Kyoshin pushed open the second-floor window and looked out at the distant panorama of Iwagakure.
People moved through the streets below while ninja hurried past.
Store signs glimred beneath the sunlight.
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