A Day of Training

What a miserable day!

The new recruit camp was stationed halfway up a great mountain in the wilderness, with no villages before or behind it. Everywhere they looked, there was only desolation.

The cold wind howled, and dawn had yet to break.

They got up at five-thirty in the morning and began running around the mountain.

At that hour, the Ninja Academy Students were still asleep.

They ran until eight, the normal time for school. After a simple breakfast of exceptionally awful nutritional food, they began their specialized training.

The main focus was individual combat tactics.

This included going prone, going prone with a gun, going prone while aiming, movement postures, low crawling, high crawling, side crawling, high side crawling, and rolling into position.

Some of the Ninja Academy Students had trained in a few of these during their academy days.

The current intensity of training was merely an appetizer, letting them experience all the training programs over a short period.

However, it was the first time the Ninja Academy Students had gotten their hands on the Ninja Magistrate's equipment.

The Bio-Gun.

Hugging the thing, Obito stroked it with undisguised fondness.

From the outside, it was difficult to tell that this was a living creature. Its entire body was covered in pitch black carapace, with only the seams between the sections revealing the pulsing movement of flesh as it breathed.

"What you're holding is the Ninja Magistrate's standard-issue equipment, the Flesh Ripper."

"A small-caliber automatic rifle with a thirty-round magazine and multiple types of ammunition."

"Effective range: seven hundred meters."

"It requires a specially designed maintenance chamber for daily upkeep."

The instructor demonstrated, taking out a vial of medicine.

"Simple maintenance requires injecting this special nutritional solution. Once a week normally, or once a day under high-intensity use."

He opened