Sasuke's Hellish Special Training

Sasuke Uchiha opened his mouth, wanting to refute Yinsen, but after thinking for a long time, he could not figure out how to argue back.

Was Yinsen wrong? It all seemed to be true.

He was not even the strongest among the graduates of his year, so what kind of genius was he? Since he was not a genius, should he not work even harder at training?

"So... I'm just trash basking in the Uchiha name?"

Of course not. In the Naruto World, where bloodline and heritage determined everything, Sasuke Uchiha, as someone born with the Son of Six Paths cheat, absolutely had grounds to be proud.

However, he did not know just how absurdly gifted he was, so he fell into self-doubt.

Yinsen watched Sasuke's unwilling yet clearly dejected expression and knew he had dealt enough of a blow. Continuing would serve no purpose other than completely crushing his confidence.

He said those things only to make Sasuke set aside that inexplicable sense of superiority—he did have the advantage of his bloodline, but if he wanted to become stronger faster now, he had to ignore those things.

Besides, those advantages would not help Sasuke until his strength reached a certain level.

"Trash is going too far. You're just not as strong as you think you are. If you still want to get stronger, straighten out your attitude and see yourself clearly."

Sasuke Uchiha clenched his hands tightly into fists. He was extremely unwilling to accept this. He had thought he had already narrowed the gap between himself and Itachi Uchiha—Yinsen genuinely had no idea where Sasuke got that confidence—but Yinsen had made him realize that it was all just his own wishful thinking.

That made him deeply unhappy, but what was he supposed to do?

"Go find Orochimaru?"

"!?"