Clap Your Hands, Get Whatever You Shout!

Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the White Entry 'Wriggler', the Black Entry 'Mind Blown', and the Purple Entry 'Get Whatever You Shout'.

Wriggler (White): Under certain stealth movements, concealment effectiveness and stealth speed are slightly increased, while personal image is greatly reduced.

Mind Blown (Black): The probability of the head suffering accidents is greatly increased; skull hardness and recovery speed are greatly reduced; the probability of death is slightly increased.

Get Whatever You Shout (Purple): Precise control over Chakra allows one to discard cumbersome hand signs when sufficiently proficient in a Ninjutsu. Clap both hands and get whatever you shout for. Chakra control is greatly increased, and Ninjutsu casting speed is greatly increased.

"What the hell is this stuff?"

Yamanaka Kei frowned deeply.

Even when he had seen that Entry called Slightly Understand earlier, he had vaguely felt that his System might be a little absurd.

But he had never imagined it could be this absurd.

Other than the last Entry, which seemed to be related to the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju—its name was a little ridiculous, but its effects were fairly good—

the first two Entries were truly... hard to describe.

An Entry like Wriggler would basically mean giving up all rights to find a partner in Konoha once it was used.

And Mind Blown actually meant literally drilling a hole in one's head?!

"This Entry... is specifically meant to screw people over?"

Yamanaka Kei's thoughts shifted as he glanced at the Entry gifting opportunity from the beginner's gift pack.

He pondered how, if he ever made an enemy, he could arrange one for them.

Perhaps putting such pure debuffs on enemies was the proper way to use them.

After letting his thoughts run wild for a while,

Yamanaka Kei finally activated the Purple Entry, Get Whatever You Shout.

The next instant, an indescribable sense of enlightenment surged into his mind.

The dense network of Chakra pathways within his body seemed imprinted in his mind, every detail laid bare.

Every thread of Chakra was as easy to command as his own limbs.

Those Ninjutsu he had long since tempered through countless repetitions

now seemed to have become bodily instincts. With only the simplest guidance, he could release them.

"Mind Transfer Puppet Curse Technique!"

Yamanaka Kei formed the "Ram" hand sign with one hand and pointed at the puppet doll used for Ninjutsu practice on one side of the room.

The puppet doll that had been quietly resting against the wall suddenly moved. After lightly stretching its limbs, it performed an exceptionally smooth taijutsu demonstration.

"Simplified hand signs, one-handed signs... this really is a divine technique for ambushes."

Yamanaka Kei praised it inwardly and began testing other Ninjutsu again.

The Yamanaka Clan's distinctive hand signs for activating their secret techniques were variations of the "Rabbit" and "Rooster" signs.

They could accelerate the mobilization of Yin Release Energy within the body, allowing the user to cast the clan's secret techniques faster.

Functionally, they were beyond reproach.

But because their characteristics were too obvious, any enemy with even a slight understanding of the Yamanaka Clan's secret techniques knew that the moment they saw those hand signs, they only needed to keep moving quickly.

After all, the Yamanaka Clan's techniques were special secret arts involving the power of the soul.

If they acted without absolute certainty and made even one mistake, the soul would need time to return to the body.

And during that time, even a child could easily take their life.

Now that he had discarded those distinctive hand signs, anyone he ambushed would be utterly unable to guard against it.

After spending half the day testing all sorts of Ninjutsu,

Yamanaka Kei formed a Rasengan in his palm. Feeling the stable ball of rapidly spinning Chakra, the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.

Every Ninjutsu he commonly used could now be cast with one-handed signs and simplified hand signs. Their activation speed was more than twice as fast as before!

Some Ninjutsu he was more familiar with could even be cast by "clapping both hands and getting whatever he shouted for."

As for those Ninjutsu he was less familiar with and had only roughly mastered, while he could not simplify their hand signs, their casting speed and degree of control had still improved enormously.

In the fast-paced battles of shinobi, a difference of even a fraction of a second could determine victory or defeat.

Yamanaka Kei had never been weak among Konoha's jonin.

With his attack speed directly doubled, the combat power he could display would undoubtedly increase even more!

"I wonder if I can take on Kage-level... Ptooey, ptooey! Steady, steady! I absolutely can't get carried away!"

Yamanaka Kei kept adjusting his mindset, repeatedly warning himself not to recklessly show off like Uchiha Sasuke.

After all, he had no Suigetsu Hozuki to block disasters for him, no Jugo or Karin Uzumaki to keep him alive, and certainly no older brother named Itachi Uchiha or father named Hagoromo Otsutsuki.

If he got carried away, who knew whether he might just GG outright.

Besides, Kage-level powerhouses were not strong merely because they attacked quickly.

Combat experience, tactical wisdom, Ninjutsu combinations, physical strength, neural reaction speed, Chakra reserves...

"The road ahead is long and arduous! Still, in the Third Shinobi World War, as long as I don't charge straight into an encirclement by the enemy's main force, I should be safe, right?"

Yamanaka Kei sighed inwardly.

The nerves that had been taut because the Third Shinobi World War was drawing near relaxed slightly.

Having experienced the Second Shinobi World War, he knew better than anyone just how brutal the battlefield was.

It was a hell filled with blood and wails!

A slaughterhouse where humanity was extinguished, leaving only killing and numbness!

Even though many years had passed,

his heart still trembled with lingering fear whenever he recalled his experiences on that battlefield.

Yamanaka Kei formed a hand sign with one hand.

The five Shadow Clones that had been training deep beneath the estate instantly dispersed.

The fatigue from the Shadow Clones' training, along with the weariness that came after the sudden disappearance of pressure, surged into his mind all at once.

Too lazy to resist his body's instincts any longer,

Yamanaka Kei casually dispelled the Five Direction Anti-Sensing Barrier in the house, wolfed down dinner, and threw himself onto the fluffy, soft bedding.

He slept well through the night.

The next day.

The morning sunlight dispersed the faintly chilly mist.

Outside the window, birds flapped their wings and chirped endlessly on the branches.

Yamanaka Kei woke from his sleep.

Looking at the clock on his bedroom wall, which already pointed to ten, he lazily yawned.

His sudden increase in strength had given him enough of a sense of security

that he had slept exceptionally soundly.

"Once I relaxed, even my biological clock stopped working."

Yamanaka Kei rubbed his face. As he got up to wash, he continued studying the System's functions.

The System's earlier prompt had made it very clear how to obtain opportunities to draw, gift, copy, Shengji, and strip Entries.

Complete professional missions and major professional events, and there would be a chance to obtain them.

As a Konoha jonin, what his professional missions were needed no explanation.

But major professional events...

A Shinobi World War? A turning point in shinobi history? Major movie events?

No matter which one it was, it seemed he would need to actively participate in dangerous incidents!

Yamanaka Kei organized the Ninja Tool Pouch he carried with him, got dressed, and headed out.

He could temporarily put major events aside.

For now, he would take the subordinates who had been waiting for him all morning and see what the drop rate for ordinary shinobi missions was like.