This Day, He Once Again Recalled the Fear of Being Ruled by a Genius Top Student!

This Day, He Once Again Recalled the Fear of Being Ruled by a Genius Top Student!

"Chakra is a form of energy produced by perfectly fusing all the types of energy controlled by the human body. Through arduous training, the energy contained in every cell of the body is extracted..."

Recalling Jonin Mikawa's teachings, Aoba began another round of training alone at home.

In his understanding, chakra was the combination of physical and spiritual energy, while Senjutsu required the addition of natural energy.

Although this body of his lacked sufficient talent, perhaps because of his transmigration, his spiritual power was stronger than average. Coupled with his persistent training during this period, he quickly grasped the trick. Wisps of chakra were extracted from his body, albeit extremely reluctantly...

After finishing a day of training, Aoba could not help but let out a long breath.

After sensing the amount of chakra flowing through his meridians, he shook his head. It was truly pitifully small.

Although he did not know how much chakra other people could gain in a day of hard training, they should not be worse than him.

Those ninjas with ordinary talent might never touch the threshold of becoming a Jonin in their entire lives. In other words, anyone who could become a Jonin must possess extraordinary talent in some area.

Although, by the later stages of Naruto, Jonin had already fallen to the level of cannon fodder, while Kage Level fighters had become units of measurement for combat power, and only cheaters could show off.

In reality, however, the status of Jonin in the major ninja villages was not to be underestimated, and their numbers were nowhere near as high as one might imagine.

Aoba reckoned that without his cheat system, becoming a Special Jonin in this lifetime would already have been quite an achievement.

After reaching this conclusion, he could not help feeling rather depressed. He clearly had not wanted to court death, but life had forced him to keep going down this path.

The next day, Aoba trained in his private little world as usual.

After learning how to extract chakra, he had one more thing to work hard on every day.

Yet despite sweating profusely, he did not complain at all. Instead, he actually enjoyed it.

Compared with the version of himself on Earth, who had achieved nothing, struggled every day to make a living, and possessed no dignity whatsoever, he found that he rather liked his current life.

Perhaps this world was much more dangerous, and the slightest mistake could cost him his life.

But the feeling of working steadily and receiving a reward for every bit of effort was truly captivating.

"Pinwheel."

"Hanging Persimmon!"

"Dragon Carp!"

Bang!

The wooden dummy used to train [White Strike] finally reached its limit and was directly smashed in half!

Aoba withdrew his gaze with some dissatisfaction, because this meant he had to buy another one...

However, after his unremitting efforts, he was now able to use most of the techniques in [White Strike] proficiently.

Although his movements were still somewhat rigid and he could not adapt flexibly, he believed that with a little more time, he would definitely be able to upgrade it to a higher level.

He still had the Beginner Skill Card he had obtained from completing his last mission. He had kept it instead of using it in a hurry.

Moreover, after learning chakra, he had a sudden idea. Since chakra was also a form of energy, was it possible to replace spiritual power with chakra, thereby increasing the power of [White Strike] and perhaps even causing a qualitative change?

Unfortunately, his chakra reserves were still far too small, so he could not see any effect at all. He could only wait until later to try it.

The wooden dummy had already been beaten to pieces, so Aoba decided to head home early today and begin training his chakra.

But before that, he still had one more thing to do.

"You've been watching for quite a while. Come out."

Whoosh!

Just as he finished speaking, a figure instantly appeared a short distance in front of him, with a hint of surprise and admiration in his eyes.

But when Aoba saw the familiar clan crest on the newcomer, he frowned slightly. "Uchiha?"

In his impression, the Uchiha Clan was practically split between people who were extremely admirable and charismatic, and idiots who had no fear of death and whose brains seemed to have been squeezed by something.

He had originally held some goodwill toward them because of Itachi.

But after nearly dying at the hands of that Uchiha Han, that goodwill had completely vanished.

Of course, the rotten fish that spoiled the whole pot were not limited to the Uchiha. They existed everywhere, and this incident would not affect his opinion of Itachi.

The only problem was that he had no idea which type this Uchiha before him belonged to.

If he had come to cause trouble again, things would be bad.

Few people usually passed through this place. Although that had given him great convenience, it also meant that no one would come to rescue him in the short term.

"Please don't misunderstand. Although I'm also a member of the Uchiha Clan, I didn't come here specifically to cause you trouble. In fact, I just happened to pass by because of a mission. I heard the noise, so I came over to check," the newcomer explained in a gentle tone.

Hearing this, the stern expression on Aoba's face relaxed somewhat, but he quickly reacted and asked, "You know who I am?"

"Of course. The future Fifth Hokage. I haven't merely heard of you—I even went out of my way to learn everything about you."

Being called the "future Fifth Hokage" to his face was truly too embarrassing. A trace of awkwardness flashed across Aoba's face. "Learn about me? What, are you trying to avenge that Han guy?"

"No, no. It's just that Itachi asks about you every time, so out of curiosity, I looked into you more deeply. In fact, I don't like Han either. What happened that time was basically his own fault. Sigh."

"Itachi! Uh, I still don't know your name."

Aoba was somewhat surprised. The other man actually knew Itachi, and from the meaning of his words, their relationship seemed to be quite good.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Uchiha Shisui. I'm currently responsible for teaching Itachi."

Uchiha... Shisui???

Aoba immediately widened his eyes and stared at the other man. At that moment, a trace of apology still lingered on Shisui's face.

Holy crap!

But then he thought about it and realized that it made sense. Aside from Shisui, Itachi did not have any other friends among the Uchiha.

This was a super-genius-level big shot!

Not only had he awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan at such a young age, he also possessed the Kotoamatsukami, a bug-level ocular technique.

It was a pity that he died young. In general, anyone targeted by that black-hearted old bastard Danzo never ended up well.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Have you heard my name before?"

"I think I heard someone mention that you're a genius of the Uchiha Clan," Aoba said vaguely.

"A genius? I suppose I'm not really one. In my opinion, Itachi is the true genius." Shisui scratched his head and spoke somewhat sheepishly.

Could you two stop being modest, you big shots?!

Both you and Itachi are geniuses among geniuses!

Please, spare me!

Watching the shy and modest Shisui, Aoba's mentality nearly collapsed. Did geniuses like them ever consider the feelings of ordinary people?

P.S. Thanks to 930608.qdcn and Sect Master Immortal Longevity for the rewards. Then I read the comments from so many ridiculous readers. You just want to see Thousand Years of Death used on Kaguya Otsutsuki, don't you? You want to see Patrick Star and SpongeBob self-destruct together? Don't worry, it'll happen. I'll definitely write it later. If I don't, may my ten-meter-long manhood shrink to ten centimeters. How vicious is that, right?

Haha, just kidding. But everything mentioned in the synopsis will definitely be written. Since Old Faceless is so honest and loves you all, could you give me more recommendation tickets? And bookmarks, investments, and rewards—I want them all~