What to Do After Turning into a Sheep?

"..."

Choza looked at Satoru with genuine admiration as he climbed out of the river, dejected, and nodded seriously:

"Satoru, you haven't even been to the Ninja Academy, and you've already developed such a powerful Body Flicker Technique—you're amazing!"

"Uncle Homura's been guiding you well. I need to go back and learn more from my dad too!"

"I..."

Satoru grimaced at Choza's sincerely admiring little face, only feeling his butt ache more.

A fiery sting.

"Did I get tricked or what!"

Fiercely recalling the spell's principles from the book and the sensation of casting it just now, Satoru deeply appreciated the twisted humor of the senior mages.

But judging by Choza's reaction, Satoru couldn't exactly say the technique's effect was bad.

At under six years old, successfully developing such a powerful Body Flicker Technique... it was just that the side effect was too awkward.

"It's pushed to the limit... but it's useless in a fight. It's more for running away!"

Satoru rubbed his chilly backside. This technique...

"Let's head back! Lunch is almost ready... I need to change pants before the old man gets home!"

Choza: "..."

At lunch, Mitokado Homura eyed his son suspiciously. He felt that the confidence Satoru had worn all morning—that "truth in hand" look—had vanished completely.

"You didn't actually test that technique based on this morning's idea, did you!"

Homura watched Satoru's expression turn awkward and helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead:

"You're not even hurt... Looks like, as your dad, I need to teach you the danger of recklessly using techniques!"

Homura tapped the table, his face stern as he looked at Satoru:

"Satoru, I'll say it again. Having ideas is good, but developing new techniques isn't that simple. You haven't even started the Ninja Academy yet. If you take too big a step, you'll hurt yourself!"

"Alright, alright..."

Satoru shoveled lunch into his mouth haphazardly, thinking that from now on, he'd need to be more careful when reading spellbooks—

That old bastard Medivh wrote stuff to mess with Khadgar, and it wasn't something his little body could easily handle.

The target of this book's pranks was the Archmage who'd already become Guardian!

"Hey! You're not listening at all!"

Homura sighed, pushed up his glasses, and reached out to grab Satoru's head:

"Kid, developing a ninjutsu is tough. After lunch, come with me to the river. Your dad will help you think through the technique you want to develop."

Rubbing his nose with his other hand, Homura said with some confidence:

"After all, I'm Hiruzen's advisor. I've witnessed his title of 'Professor of Ninjutsu' from start to finish!"

"So that doesn't make you the Professor of Ninjutsu..."

"Hey! That's not the point! You brat! Hurry up and eat, then follow me! Others would beg for this chance!"

"Wait till I grab a pair of pants..."

"???"

At the river where Satoru and Choza had been that morning, Satoru, now in fresh pants, spread his hands helplessly:

"So, the technique's effect isn't bad... but it's a bit hard on clothes."

Mitokado Homura stared wide-eyed at Satoru, whose face showed a hint of pride. He really hadn't expected the technique to actually work.

"Burning your clothes is the least of it..."

Homura rubbed his chin, carefully estimating the speed of the new technique Satoru had named "Scorching Swiftness":

"This is already close to the speed of a chunin-level Body Flicker Technique. Even for a genin, it's perfect for survival. On the battlefield, I don't need to tell you which is more important—clothes or your life."

"And as you develop it further, you should be able to avoid burning your clothes."

Homura's face lit up with delight. Could his son actually be a genius?

"So, you've been putting all your previous ideas into practice?"

Thinking of the strange questions Satoru had asked before, Homura couldn't help feeling eager:

"Come on, try those techniques on me. How many have you developed?"

"You sure, old man?"

Satoru's expression turned odd. His dad, nearly at Kage level, was volunteering to be his target...

"What, you think you can actually hurt me?"

Yan smiled and waved at Wu:

"Go ahead!"

"Alright then..."

Wu took a long breath and began his demonstration:

"First, on boosting a technique's power by repeatedly forming the same hand seal..."

Wu's hands started forming seals, moving very slowly.

Across from him, Yan was already stunned, his eyes wide:

"Wu! You can already use a Fire Release of this level?!"

Unlike Blazing Dash, which only used a bit of high heat to stimulate the body, the seals Wu was forming now—in Yan's eyes—had reached C-rank difficulty!

"Completing the seals and successfully executing a ninjutsu are two different things. C-rank jutsu are usually the domain of chunin..."

A smile tugged at Yan's lips. In his view, Wu's idea—using slow, repeated seal-forming to boost the success rate of a jutsu—was utterly useless in real combat—

In that time, an enemy could kill you several times over with thrown kunai!

"Fireball Jutsu!"

After several rounds of repeated seals, Wu shouted, and a fist-sized fireball formed, flying toward Yan.

"Hm?"

Yan keenly sensed the difference.

Was this the C-rank Great Fireball? Fireball Jutsu? Usually, fireballs were spat from the mouth—how was this one conjured out of thin air?

But that didn't matter; it was indeed a fireball, no mistake.

"It actually worked... The power's pitiful, but you really pulled off a C-rank ninjutsu—impressive!"

Swatting away the fireball that flew at his face, Yan nodded with pleasant surprise.

This fireball was far, far weaker than a normal C-rank jutsu; otherwise, even he couldn't have brushed it off so casually.

Aside from young prodigies of major clans, being able to use a C-rank jutsu at this age through a workaround—his advisor status was looking good!

"But Wu, this has zero practical combat value..."

Yan felt he should still advise his son to focus on building a solid foundation—playing it safe was never wrong.

"Hmm, maybe the next jutsu will have combat value!"

Wu grinned, signaled his dad to get ready, and began forming seals.

This time, his seal speed was fast, and he muttered incantations in sync—

Both seals and incantations could be used to cast magic; they were essentially just methods to focus one's mind, whatever suited you.

Powerful mages could cast high-level magic with simple gestures, a few words, or even a thought, but top-tier magic often still required lengthy chants or even magic circles.

Right now, using hand seals clearly offered better disguise.

"On the feasibility of casting Transfiguration on an enemy..."

"Transfiguration: Sheep!"

Catching a flash of arcane light from Wu's hands, Yan instinctively felt something was off.

But it was too late—the spell was complete—

Yan watched in horror as his body, under his son's eerie smile, was turned into a sheep!

And he couldn't control his body at all, forced to watch himself wander aimlessly in place!

"What kind of jutsu is this?!"

Yan tried to roar, but the sound that came out was:

"Baa—!"

"Hehehe..."

Wu rubbed his hands excitedly, watching the bewildered sheep circle in place:

"What to do after turning someone into a sheep?"

With a few gestures, a fist-sized fireball quickly formed in front of Wu, then gradually grew to the size of a basketball!

Yan was still spinning in place, debating whether to burst his chakra to break free, but also curious how long this spell would last.

Until—

A basketball-sized fireball slammed into Yan's contemplative sheep face.

"Pyroblast!"

"Boom—"

"Ahhh!!!"

"Wu! You little bastard!!"

"Ahahaha! Old man, going bald can make you stronger!"

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