A Palm Strike Descending from the Heavens

"Captain, what do we do with the corpses?"

Looking at the bodies strewn across the ground, Uchiha Hikoichi smiled in satisfaction. "Leave them here. Let those people come collect them."

Having slaughtered more than half the descendants of the Three Clans today, the three families would surely decline in the future, falling from prominent noble clans into small clans with dwindling numbers.

By then, they would no longer pose any threat to the Uchiha Clan.

Kyosuke tossed aside the bloodstained kunai in his hand and took several deep breaths. In the end, he had still done it.

He had thought he would be panicking inside, but he was unexpectedly calm at this moment.

I accepted killing so readily. Looks like I'm well-suited to surviving in the Naruto World. A mocking curve crossed Kyosuke's lips as he walked off by himself, unwilling to take part in cleaning up the battlefield.

Suddenly, an intense sense of dread made his entire body shudder. He hurriedly looked up to see a massive palm that blotted out the sky descending upon them like the heavens themselves were collapsing.

Remember that palm strike descending from the heavens?

No one else knew, but Kyosuke would certainly never forget the scene before him.

Ninja Art: Partial Expansion Jutsu! "I'll kill you all!!!" Akimichi Mitsunori's roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Feeling the ground shake, Kyosuke rolled across the ground in a sorry state. Using the billowing dust as cover, he scrambled back to his side's formation.

Glancing at the corpses of several Uchiha Clan Genin, Fang Bo took a few steps back and prepared to flee at any moment.

When facing an unstoppable beast, there was no need to outrun it. You only needed to run faster than your companions.

Compared to a young brat, Uchiha Hikoichi was clearly the enemy's primary target.

Akimichi Mitsunori was the current head of the Akimichi Clan. It was said that his strength had already reached the peak of Elite Jonin.

By the standards of the Warring States era, he was only one step away from the realm of Clan Head Level.

The team leader, Uchiha Hikoichi, was merely an ordinary Jonin. Even with the Sharingan's assistance, he could not possibly bridge the vast gulf in strength between them.

Looking at the deep crater in the ground, Hikoichi smiled disdainfully. In his mind, the Uchiha Clan was invincible in the world. Why would they fear a mere Akimichi Clan?

If the Yamanaka Clan and Nara were here as well, that would naturally be another matter. But now, he was already imagining the rewards he would receive after killing the Akimichi Clan Head.

"Attack. Kill them all!" Akimichi Mitsunori had no interest in wasting words. Blood debts had to be repaid in blood.

"Hmph, I've wanted to test myself against you for a long time." The two sides had roughly equal numbers.

On the Uchiha side, too many people would hinder their movements. Besides, cannon fodder willing to venture deep into enemy territory was not something one could find everywhere.

As for the Akimichi reinforcements, the situation had simply been too urgent. There had been no time to gather more manpower.

The two groups, totaling fewer than twenty people, began a bloody slaughter on the official road saturated with blood.

"A bunch of lunatics." Kyosuke gritted his teeth, clutched his kunai, and charged toward the Akimichi youth opposite him.

He did want to run, but he needed his companions to provide cover.

Sneak away alone? Before he could even leave Akimichi territory, he would be captured and dragged back.

"To hell with it. I'll deal with the enemy in front of me first." Chakra burst from beneath Kyosuke's feet, and he leaped from the ground.

In this era, clans were terribly unreliable when it came to educating their descendants.

He had already stepped onto the battlefield, yet aside from decent Throwing Technique, he knew practically nothing.

Oh, according to the original owner's memories, he could at least use the Three Body Technique proficiently, along with the crude swordsmanship passed down through the Uchiha Clan.

Why call it crude? Because ordinary clan members simply had no access to profound secret sword techniques.

No one should be watching me, right? At this critical moment, Kyosuke could no longer afford to hide his abilities.

His eyes narrowed, and his pupils glowed red. A single black magatama slowly revolved within them.

Sharingan, activate!

Relying on the Sharingan's powerful perception, he flicked his hand, and three kunai instantly shot toward his enemy.

"Trivial tricks." The Akimichi Clan youth raised his arm mockingly, ready to deflect the kunai approaching him.

Unexpectedly, the kunai suddenly collided in midair. By the time the youth sensed something was wrong, a deadly weapon had already embedded itself in the back of his head.

System Notification: Killed an Akimichi Clan Genin. Obtained 45 Points.

The sudden notification nearly made Kyosuke twist his ankle when he landed.

The startling message prevented him from deactivating his Sharingan immediately. The instant the youth looked up, everyone around him saw the light gleaming in his eyes.

"Damn."

Kyosuke had no time to investigate the source of the notification. He hurriedly slipped into his side's formation, terrified that the enemy would surround and kill him.

"H-He awakened the Sharingan?!"

"If I remember correctly, Kyosuke is only six or seven years old."

Uchiha Hikoichi took a deep breath, pulled out two smoke bombs, and hurled them forcefully at his feet.

"Retreat! Get the hell out of here!"

Whether Kyosuke was six or seven, the talent he had displayed was something the Uchiha Clan had never heard of.

Even if every one of them died, they could not allow such a gifted descendant to perish here.

They had eliminated the descendants of the Three Clans and unearthed a shocking genius. Uchiha Hikoichi could practically see himself rising through the ranks.

That was right. He believed Kyosuke had awakened his Sharingan in the midst of a life-or-death battle, so he naturally deserved a share of the credit.

If not for his discerning eye and his insistence on bringing the boy out to gain experience, how could the clan have obtained such an outstanding descendant?

Kyosuke had no idea what shameless thoughts others were having. With people protecting him, he quickly reviewed the thing that had sounded in his mind moments ago.

"System."

Name: Uchiha Kyosuke
Age: 7

Body Strength: Below Average
Mental Strength: Elite Genin

Chakra Amount: Below Average
Mastered Abilities: Uchiha Style Kenjutsu (Level 1), Three Body Technique (Level 3), Throwing Technique (Level 5), Chakra Control Technique (Level 1), Hand Seals (Level 1)
Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan (One Tomoe)

Summoning Beast: None

Ninja Tools: None
Points: 45

Of course. How could transmigration be complete without a system?

Due to his age, his Body Strength was basically on the same level as a Ninja Academy student.

The same went for his Chakra Amount. His body had not developed enough for him to refine large quantities of chakra.

The only standout was his Mental Strength, which had already reached the level of an Elite Genin.

Just like his inexplicable awakening of the Sharingan, it was most likely thanks to the fusion of souls.

In other words, his mental power would grow at twice the normal rate in the future.

Perhaps even more.

Level 1 Uchiha Style Kenjutsu was only basic swordsmanship. Its actual combat effectiveness was far from ideal.

The Three Body Technique could save his life at critical moments.

Throwing Technique was a weapon for killing enemies. Combined with certain special ninjutsu, it could even threaten Kage-level experts.

Chakra Control Technique was not worth mentioning.

Finally, Kyosuke turned his attention to the Points column.

The trigger for activating the system had been personally killing an Akimichi Clan Genin.

In other words, Points were the most valuable thing in the system.

So what were they used for?