Senju Tsunade

The next day at noon, at the Uchiha Clan Head's home.

Shin, who had just woken up, was washing up.

Last night, their family of four had hosted the first-ever Uchiha "Barbecue Party."

The scene was naturally full of warmth and harmony, with the family showing deep affection for one another.

The grill master, Chiken, under Aoko's "request," had dutifully lit ten "Little Candles."

Shin expressed his great fondness for this, even declaring before leaving that he'd host a second edition next year.

This sent Chiken hopping mad with rage.

He immediately laid down the law, saying anyone who dared come would get a beating.

Scared, Shin had to roast another pair of chicken wings to calm his nerves.

"What a wonderful night."

Shin, planning to come again tonight, felt that even his mother might not be able to protect him this time.

Deciding to pick another day, he began considering what to do today.

"Sigh, I'll play some shuriken with Fugaku today..." After washing up, Shin headed to the clan training grounds.

At the Uchiha Clan Grounds training field.

Fugaku was practicing shurikenjutsu.

"Shushushu..."

Several shuriken curved around a large tree, striking the bullseye at the center of a target behind it.

Fugaku looked at his results with great satisfaction.

After pulling the shuriken from the bullseye, he returned to his starting point, planning to practice until dinner.

Ever since he saw Shin develop such a powerful Chakra Mode, he'd decided to thoroughly study shurikenjutsu.

He could now make shuriken curve mid-flight through pure technique alone.

When Shin arrived at the training ground, he saw Fugaku with his back to him, focusedly throwing shuriken.

He immediately had an idea, activating his Lightning Chakra Mode in all four limbs, catching each shuriken heading for the bullseye one by one.

"???" Fugaku was full of question marks.

A white flash of lightning had appeared near the shuriken he'd just thrown.

Then, inexplicably, they vanished into thin air.

"Wait, a white flash?" Realizing what happened, Fugaku shouted around, "Shin! That was you, wasn't it!"

"Tch, Fugaku, you caught on too fast—that's really no fun..."

After a white flash, Shin appeared before him.

Fugaku immediately felt a severe headache coming on.

This "adorable" little brother had just "tormented" their father last night, and now it was his turn today?

Seeing Fugaku's reluctant expression, Shin was baffled. "Am I really that scary..."

"Come on, Fugaku, today we'll practice shurikenjutsu together."

With that, he tossed the shuriken to the other.

Fugaku, full of helplessness, caught the shuriken and threw them toward the target.

"Shushushu..." The shuriken cut through the air with whistling sounds.

Shin, relying on the speed boosted by his Lightning Chakra Mode, scooped up the shuriken one by one again.

Then, he returned them to his brother, whose face was already darkening.

Half an hour later.

Fugaku walked out of the training ground with a sour expression.

"So stingy—just because I caught all his shuriken, he had to leave with that look..." Shin muttered to himself alone in the training ground.

He noticed that using his Elemental Chakra Mode today consumed far less energy than yesterday.

And the chakra capacity in his cells had increased slightly.

If it weren't for his "Human Computer" ability, he might not have even noticed.

"Fugaku's definitely going to avoid me for a few days. Maybe tomorrow I'll talk to Father about the Shopping Street?"

Shin observed that this world had various electrical appliances, but they hadn't been developed much.

This made him wonder if people here had gotten brain-addled from training too many ninjutsu.

Wasn't that the case? In Boruto's story, Ao had already pulled out a gatling gun.

Shin decided that tomorrow, he'd thoroughly "convince" Chiken to push for technological development.

Meanwhile, at the Senju Clan Training Grounds.

Nawaki was drenched in sweat, pounding his fists against a massive wooden post nearly three meters thick.

Scrawled crookedly across the center of the post were four large characters: Uchiha Shin.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of punches echoed across the training grounds, and the carved letters on the post grew blurrier with each strike Nawaki landed.

With a loud "CRASH," the post was knocked clean off the ground and sent flying backward.

Seeing this, Nawaki immediately walked over to a nearby post of similar size.

Then he pulled out a Kunai and began carving something crookedly into it.

"What are you doing, Nawaki?" A girl with light yellow hair stood behind him, asking bluntly.

Nawaki glanced back, his face twisting like he'd bitten into something sour. "Sis, I'm training."

The girl looked at the fallen post, battered from repeated strikes.

And the four crooked characters carved into it.

She burst out laughing. "Hahahaha... What's this? Is this that Uchiha who won't reveal his name or whatever, the model student?"

Still laughing, she crouched down and clutched her stomach.

Embarrassed, Nawaki listened to his sister's laughter and wished he could just vanish on the spot.

"What's wrong with this world? When will I, Nawaki-sama, finally stand tall?"

"Sis, wasn't yesterday's laughing enough for you?"

Nawaki clenched his fists, his tone firm as he set his current life goal: "I will wash away this disgrace with my own hands!"

Indeed, the eldest son of the Senju clan had been the headline of the Konoha Daily for days now.

Every time he stepped outside, people pointed and whispered, leaving him no peace except by "hiding" in the training grounds and training like mad.

Cough... well, it was really just venting, but he stubbornly insisted it was all training.

Hearing Nawaki's words, Tsunade laughed even louder.

She held her stomach, nearly crying from laughter.

"I can't... I can't take it... Nawaki, are you..." Tsunade wiped the corner of her eye, speaking between gasps, "Are you trying to laugh me to death... so you can inherit... my estate?"

Nawaki's face turned green. He knew she'd come to mock him.

He'd never escaped this "shadow" since childhood.

Flushed with anger, he shot back, "Sis, stop laughing! You don't know how nasty that kid is—he hit me with Genjutsu when I wasn't looking. Even you might not dodge it!"

"Oh? The paper said you were the one who ambushed him," Tsunade said, reining in her expression.

But the twitching muscles on her face showed it wasn't working well.

Nawaki bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His face red, he snapped, "It's gotta be the Uchiha clan's doing! That guy's dad is the clan head. We had a fair duel—"

"Pfft-hahahaha..." Tsunade couldn't hold it in, laughing at his flushed face.

Cut off by her laughter, Nawaki looked like he was choking too.

His face turned an even brighter shade.

Afraid he might actually hurt himself, Tsunade quickly promised, "Alright, I'll stop."

Nawaki's expression eased a little.

Wanting her help with training, he switched to a pleading tone. "Sis, you gotta help me. That kid's Genjutsu is no joke. Without you, I can't beat him."

"Of course, of course—I'm the Third Hokage's most prized student!"

(Third Hokage: I never said that!!!)

"Then let's start now!" Nawaki looked at her, full of anticipation.

And so, after accepting Tsunade's "training," Nawaki swore he'd never ask her for help again.

Have you ever seen training that nearly beats someone to death?

He was convinced this world was full of nothing but misery, and everyone was out to get him.

Nawaki also decided that the first thing he'd do as Hokage was string Uchiha Shin up at Konoha's entrance for everyone to "admire."

That way, people would clearly know what happens when they cross Nawaki-sama.