Outside the clan grounds, a barbecue restaurant run by ordinary people.
"Cheers!"
The slogan rang out to the heavens, yet a group of brats, none older than twelve, had only soft drinks in their cups.
As the Clan Heir of the Uchiha, destined to lead the Family in the future, even if Madara felt deeply reluctant, sometimes he still had to learn to put on a show.
Things like treating people to dinner, for instance.
Before Izuna died, Madara was generally an idealistic and ambitious outstanding youth.
Aside from being slightly overpowered, in truth his merits were not much fewer than Hashirama's.
Glancing sideways at the Dance King propping up his chin, along with Izuna frantically grabbing meat, Kyosuke shook his head with a bizarre sense of witnessing history.
"Come on, Kyosuke." A cup suddenly reached out from across the table, and when Kyosuke looked up, a youth who shared about a seventy-percent resemblance to him was looking at him with a beaming smile.
This person was none other than Kyosuke's cousin, Uchiha Kei.
"Let's have a drink." The youth's enthusiastic demeanor made outsiders utterly unable to discern the actual relationship between the two.
"I haven't seen you in years, but I never expected you'd become a prominent figure within the Family now."
"If Second Uncle could see your achievements, he'd definitely be extremely happy."
Hypocritical... Kyosuke gave a very fitting evaluation.
Did this guy really think that because he was young, he wouldn't remember their family's true colors?
Back when his parents died in battle, the Family had once tried to send Kyosuke to live at his uncle's house.
And the result? They had shut him out right at the door, or else why would Kyosuke have joined the Southern Army at age seven?
The current state of war was not urgent to that extent; children with even the slightest backing underwent systematic cultivation within the Family.
Only orphans resembling him were used as cannon fodder.
When intercepting the offspring of the Three Clans, nobody had initially intended for Kyosuke and the others to return alive.
Come to think of it, the accidental exposure of the Sharingan could not be considered anything other than a good thing.
"Yeah, seeing my life, Father must be very happy." Stabbing the other person just a little, Kyosuke drained the fruit juice in his cup in one gulp.
The others completely failed to notice anything amiss, frequently praising the two brothers as outstanding ninjas within the Family.
A short time ago, Uchiha Kei had successfully advanced to Chunin; it did not count as some world-shaking genius-level feat, but at least it proved he possessed quite decent talent.
That kind of tier belonging to the Konoha 12 of later generations far surpassed the strength scope of ordinary Chunin.
Ino-Shika-Cho, along with Kiba who was sent flying by Naruto's fart, and Tenten who was proficient in projectile skills, had all reached the Chunin level of strength.
Rock Lee, Gaara, and others situated at the pinnacle of the Chunin Ninja Exams had zero trouble soloing ordinary-level Jonin.
Disregarding those monsters, Uchiha Kei's Chunin promotion still possessed a certain amount of solid value.
Otherwise, based solely on the status of being Kyosuke's cousin, he wouldn't have been able to sit among these people.
Everyone ate and drank to their heart's content, and only the slightly aloof Uchiha Madara discovered the abnormality in Kyosuke's expression.
Glancing at the grinning Uchiha Kei, he cursed inwardly in his heart, blaming his father Tajima for doing a stupid thing.
This wasn't trying to win someone over at all; it was clearly coming to make things difficult for the kid.
Patting the young man's shoulder, Uchiha Madara casually found an excuse to break up the banquet early.
Having seemingly understood something, Kyosuke smiled and shook his head at him, walking toward home alone.
Compared to Uchiha Kei, he cared much more about the teacher arriving tomorrow.
Up to the present, his mental energy was still growing rapidly.
Even with limited physical growth, relying on formidable mental energy, he was still able to make his total volume of Chakra increase day by day.
Chakra Volume: Genin
Present-day Kyosuke possessed roughly the Chakra volume of an ordinary Genin.
It was definitely not enough to use, but at least it could sustain basic combat.
Kakashi graduated at 5, became a Chunin at 6, and officially advanced to Jonin at 12.
Everyone knew that Hatake Kakashi lacked mana, and the reason his strength could progress so quickly lay primarily in the sword techniques passed down through generations in the Hatake Clan.
Right now, Kyosuke decided to replicate Kakashi's rise, temporarily placing his main energy into an ability he had already mastered.
Uchiha-style Swordsmanship (Level 1)
He would use swordsmanship to rapidly boost his strength, and once the strength gains slowed down, he would turn to the development of Ninjutsu and Genjutsu.
Supplemented by the gradually evolving Sharingan, it could at least guarantee his carefree promotion to the Elite Jonin tier.
By that time, his points would be enough; a forced exchange for a Mangekyō would immediately break him through into the domain of Clan Leader-level strength.
Harboring beautiful yearnings for the future, little Kyosuke gradually drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Kyosuke got up early and went alone to the mansion of Tajima Uchiha.
This time he failed to see the Clan Leader; the guard led him to the side parlor, where he met the Family Jonin who had been waiting there for some time.
Upon seeing Kyosuke, the other man got straight to the point and said, "My name is Uchiha Keisuke, and starting today I will serve as your guiding teacher for a period of one year."
Uchiha... wait, Uchiha Guifu?!
The young boy blinked his eyes, cast aside distracting thoughts, and solemnly bowed. "Teacher Keisuke."
Nodding slightly, the Jonin inquired, "What aspect of content do you want to learn, ninjutsu or genjutsu? I will teach you the use of the eyes step by step, so do not be in a rush."
"I want to learn swordsmanship," Kyosuke put forward his own thought.
Hearing this, Uchiha Keisuke frowned in some confusion, but after thinking carefully for a moment, he did not reject it.
Although the boy's body was thin and weak, with the blessing of the Sharingan, swordsmanship was perhaps currently the most suitable training direction for him.
A child with a strong sense of his own mind... Teacher Keisuke praised inwardly, and then spoke calmly, "Wait for me a moment, I will be right back."
As he spoke, he flashed and vanished from the spot. Kyosuke, who had not activated his Sharingan, could not even perceive the trajectory of his disappearance.
The gap in strength is even greater than I imagined.
After about ten minutes or so, Teacher Keisuke returned to the courtyard. This time, he had an extra short sword in his hand suitable for Kyosuke to use.
The size and shape were very similar to White Fang's short sword, except the length exceeded it by a small section.
Taking the weapon in hand, Kyosuke immediately felt his arm sink. This seemingly unremarkable blade likely weighed over thirty jin in actual weight.
An ordinary seven-year-old child was almost incapable of picking it up, and even he needed to circulate Chakra to do so.
With a forceful horizontal sweep of his arm, a shrill sound of wind suddenly rang in his ears.
Looking at the coldly gleaming short sword, Kyosuke rarely revealed a smile.
"Thank you, Teacher Guifu."
Habitually frowning, Uchiha Keisuke always felt the boy's pronunciation had some issues.
Taking out the short sword retrieved from home, he casually brandished it a few times toward the side, and a dense murderous intent suddenly permeated this courtyard.
"From now on, you are required to come and prepare at this place every day at six o'clock."
"Yes!"
Just like that, Kyosuke began his day-and-night relentless cultivation.
The acquisition of points was not something to rush; as for cultivation, since there was training, naturally there needed to be practical combat drills.
Even if it was not much here, slowly accumulating it was still a considerable income.
Soon, a year's time passed in the blink of an eye.
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