The sky was perfectly clear, with a huge sun hanging overhead; the air was still, as if frozen, and the trees stood listless and lifeless, motionless as if they had no strength at all.
Hyuga Tatsumi was already drenched in sweat at this moment. He was only three years old, and after doing over a hundred push-ups, he finally couldn't take it anymore.
But this level of training intensity was a bit excessive. Before his transmigration, Hyuga Tatsumi's physical condition had been poor, let alone now when he was just a three-year-old.
Hyuga Tatsumi's entire body was stuck to the ground. He gasped for fresh air, a bitter smile spreading across his face. He was only now realizing just how difficult this matter truly was.
"It seems my resolve isn't firm enough, and my physical fitness isn't as good as I imagined." Hyuga Tatsumi struggled to sit up from the ground, his body aching relentlessly.
At times like this, Might Duy, Might Guy, and Rock Lee were practically idols to Hyuga Tatsumi. But if we're just talking about talent, Hyuga Tatsumi and those three were worlds apart—one in the heavens, the other on the earth.
After resting for a while, Hyuga Tatsumi struggled back up from the ground and resumed his practice of kicks and punches.
Though his heart was filled with the desire to rest, thinking of the perilous future ahead—those fearless bosses who feared neither heaven nor earth—Hyuga Tatsumi forced himself to dive back into training.
He now possessed a Sage Body, so hidden injuries and such were minor issues, nothing to fear. But if he slacked off or cut corners, that would be a terrible waste of his abilities—an outright squandering of a gift.
Training continued until the afternoon. As evening approached, Hyuga Tatsumi finally stopped, drenched in sweat. He took out his water flask and gulped down several big mouthfuls.
He then pulled out some food. Fortunately, Hyuga Tatsumi was born into the Hyuga Clan. Though his parents had died, leaving him neglected and without financial support, he didn't face much hardship when it came to money. So he took a large pile of delicious food out of his backpack.
Hyuga Tatsumi's ill-fated father had died in an accident during a mission when Tatsumi was just over a year old.
As for Hyuga Tatsumi's mother, she had died from postpartum hemorrhage during his birth. In a sense, Tatsumi had "cursed" her to death, leaving him all alone.
But heaven still favored him. The survivor's pension came in full, and with generous clan subsidies, Hyuga Tatsumi's life was fairly comfortable.
Regardless of whether Hyuga Tatsumi was trash or useless, to preserve the Hyuga Clan's honor, they couldn't let him go without food or clothing. If outsiders saw that, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?
If members of other clans witnessed it, the mockery wouldn't be aimed at Hyuga Tatsumi—it would be at the clan itself.
After a hearty meal, Hyuga Tatsumi finally recovered.
At this moment, he truly felt the powerful functions of the Sage Body. Though there was still a trace of fatigue in his body, the earlier exhaustion was long gone.
Hyuga Tatsumi stood up energetically and headed home. The sun had already set. He couldn't keep training like this forever—after all, haste makes waste.
Back in his warm home, Hyuga Tatsumi took a good bath. It felt as if every cell in his body had been awakened, restoring his vitality.
Now that he had a Sage Body, his vitality and physique were beyond what ordinary people could achieve. At last, he could begin refining Chakra.
Originally, Hyuga Tatsumi's prematurely deceased father had been a Jonin. Logically, someone of that rank should have left behind some texts or techniques on Chakra refinement. But to his surprise, Hyuga Tatsumi had turned the entire house upside down and found nothing at all. It was a huge disappointment.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, night had fallen. The moonlight was hazy, a round moon hung on the treetops, and countless stars twinkled, whispering a myriad of charms.
Hyuga Tatsumi looked up at the boundless sky, an indescribable feeling in his heart. Who could have imagined that something as wild as transmigration—something that sounded like a crazy fantasy—would happen to him?
"Trust that everything is for the best!" Hyuga Tatsumi's lips curled upward as he began to comfort himself.
After all, in that other world, he had been alone too—no parents, no relatives. The only people he thought of were a few friends from work. No attachments, free and easy.
Those so-called friends—each of them knew in their hearts, clear as a mirror, that they weren't the kind of ironclad bonds that would help you in times of need. Not betraying you or stabbing you in the back was already pretty good.
"Compared to that, everything here is acceptable. Even this starry sky is beautiful—I can't take it all in at once."
After voicing his reflections, Hyuga Tatsumi looked at the full moon again. Who would have thought that the most dangerous place was also the safest? Right there, the progenitor of Chakra, Kaguya Otsutsuki, was sealed away forever...
[System update complete...]
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in Hyuga Tatsumi's ears. For a moment, he couldn't react. He had been waiting for this moment for too long. When he realized what had happened, his face bloomed with the happiest smile.
The damn system had finally finished repairing!
"Hey, can you hear me?" Hyuga Tatsumi tried to contact the system.
But his message vanished like a stone dropped into the sea. Only endless silence answered him. This was unexpected for Hyuga Tatsumi. Wasn't this how it was supposed to work? Was the system just messing with him? Had the bug not been fixed yet?
Worry and uncertainty filled Hyuga Tatsumi's face. He shouted, "Open the system panel!"
A light screen unfolded before Hyuga Tatsumi's eyes—a phenomenon only he could see. It seemed the system could still respond to some degree, which eased the tension in his heart a little.
Then, suddenly realizing something, he growled, "You system, were you off eating crap just now?"
But the system remained silent again, ignoring his complaints.
"Fine, I get it. You system is an idiot. After all this time updating, you still can't even figure out how to talk." But complaints aside, Hyuga Tatsumi began to carefully examine the system panel.
The system panel was simple enough to understand at a glance—it was practically barebones. It only had a Lottery, a Shop, and a Backpack. There wasn't even a place to pick up quests.
The system stayed silent, refusing to respond no matter how much Hyuga Tatsumi yelled. Helpless, he fell back on the old saying: do it yourself, and you'll have plenty.
First step: he opened the Shop. Upon entering this module, eight large characters suddenly appeared before Hyuga Tatsumi's eyes: "Embraces All Things, Contains Everything."
Below that were the items for sale in the Shop. And indeed, it truly had everything—a dazzling array that nearly made his eyes blur. Looking at these nameless items, each seemed to have different functions, some incredibly powerful. Hyuga Tatsumi's heart burned with desire for them.
Ideals were full, but reality was harsh. These seemingly impressive items came with astronomically high price tags—strings of numbers so long he couldn't even count them. It filled Hyuga Tatsumi with deep despair.
But then he glanced at himself and saw that, somehow, he had over thirty thousand Exchange Points in hand. Where had these come from? Were they from some kind of beginner reward?
Hyuga Tatsumi had no memory of these reward points. Regardless, the Exchange Points hadn't been stolen or taken by force—they were legitimately in his possession. So he should be able to use them, right? With that thought, Hyuga Tatsumi scrolled through the Shop panel, wanting to buy something to boost his strength.
The Shop's items were varied and plentiful, covering everything. But with only thirty thousand points, seeing those divine tools with prices that soared into the heavens made Hyuga Tatsumi's heart itch unbearably. Unfortunately, his means were limited.
"System, help me out. My hand is sore. Find me what I can afford to buy right now."
Too tired to keep scrolling, Hyuga Tatsumi sought the system's assistance.
But thinking back to the mute system from before, he figured it was hopeless. To his surprise, the system suddenly gave him a hand.
Before Hyuga Tatsumi's eyes, all items that didn't meet the purchase conditions vanished, leaving only those within thirty thousand.
Hyuga Tatsumi began to carefully examine this list, only to feel his head ache again—how could this shop have so many things for sale! There were laser cannons, cultivation technique manuals, elixirs for immortality, and even that flying sword from the immortal cultivation world, all findable here. What was he supposed to buy?
After much deliberation, he was now in the Naruto World, and other things were useless; even if he wanted them, they might not be helpful, or he simply wasn't interested. Still, since these were items under thirty thousand, they were old and worn, their age truly ancient.
Take that flying sword, for example—it was covered in rust, looking even worse than scrap metal. And as for that so-called technique and the Stone Fist, Hyuga Tatsumi couldn't even muster the energy to criticize them.
Hyuga Tatsumi felt a deep sense of despair in his heart.