The Persistent Uchiha

Looking out at the playground through the transparent glass window.

The trees were tall, the grass lush, still carrying the morning dew.

These were just basics, he already knew them. He was only listening out of respect for the teacher.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Yan nudged Yayoi, asking in a low voice.

(She) was too bored. These little Chakra tricks were easy to do.

And she was also curious why this cold Little Hyuga would actually take the initiative to talk to others.

"Discussing the origin and transmission of Chakra?"

Yayoi turned sideways, saw a flash of purple, and knew it was Yan, who spoke nonsense.

"The origin and transmission of Chakra, that's amazing. Can I join?"

"No."

"Why?"

"No whispering in class."

"You two!"

As the homeroom teacher, Sakurai Utsugi felt had been patient enough with the students.

But why were they, under the teacher's nose, talking to each other, and then "brazenly" continuing to talk to the classmate behind them.

So arrogant, so disrespectful, truly detestable.

"You, you, you two, get out and stand punishment!"

Seeing the teacher suddenly fly into a Thunderous Rage, Yayoi covered his forehead, looking helpless.

Damn, it backfired.

There was no choice but to obediently go out and stand punishment.

Rin, who was beside, was startled awake by the sudden noise. Her pure white Eyes looked at the teacher and the standing Yayoi in confusion.

(She) didn't know what happened. The teacher looked like she was Awakening from a Dream, wanting to say something to Rin, but ultimately stopped.

Yan, looking indifferent, obediently went out and stood properly.

Seeing Yayoi walk over, Yan patted the wall next to, gesturing for Yayoi to come here.

"Are we that familiar?"

Yayoi asked helplessly, addressing this Uchiha who was very unlike the Uchiha Clan.

"Aren't we classmates?"

Yan tilted her head and said.

"Uh, I meant why you suddenly started talking to me, no, not really, I mean why you're suddenly acting so familiar with me."

Yayoi wanted to retort, but the words were too cold. He wanted to rephrase, but couldn't find a way for a moment.

As a last resort, he actually didn't want to interact with the Uchiha Clan.

Too dangerous, and uncontrollable.

"You're treating me differently than other classmates, can you tell me why?"

Yayoi organized his thoughts and spread his hands helplessly.

"I want to observe you?"

The girl said something that made Yayoi's blood run cold, with a serious expression.

"Huh?"

Yayoi's mouth fell open, as if he couldn't believe that was the answer.

This was too absurd. Observe? What kind of reason was that? Or was she finally going to reveal her identity as a Mad Scientist, and this time she was disguised as a Loli to study him?

Yayoi's mind was filled with frantic complaints.

"It's about your strength in the face of loneliness. You and I are both lonely, but you're different.

You don't hang out with other classmates, you don't care what others think, you just do what you want to do. I can't do that, and I want to learn from you."

Yan said with some envy.

"Is there a possibility that you're the one isolating others?"

"No."

Yan shook her head.

"I'm different from them."

"How are you different?"

"They're too childish, and I'm not quite like them."

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"A young girl her age should be practicing her swordsmanship, not pondering philosophical concepts like loneliness."

"Then observe, just don't disturb my reading."

After going in circles, Yayoi was successfully persuaded. He decided to just give up.

Anyway, he didn't have many secrets to hide. Blood Rage would activate subtly on its own.

On the surface, he was no different from a normal person, so he wasn't afraid of being discovered.

She wouldn't follow him home, would she? He'd call the police then.

Wait, the police were Uchiha Clan members. Would he be arrested?

"I want to be friends with you."

Yan said out of the blue.

Yayoi fell silent.

"What, are you short on materials for awakening your eyes?"

The last time he was silent was the last time.

At this moment, Yayoi's mind was a stampede of grass mud horses.

He was in Konoha, and had become friends with a Uchiha genius girl.

No matter how he thought about it, he'd be labeled as a tool for awakening eyes.

After pondering for a few seconds, Yayoi said:

"Let's discuss this later."

Dusk

Yayoi continued to sweat it out in the Konoha Great Forest.

Bandages wrapped his arms as he repeatedly struck the thick trunks of trees.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Each sound was duller than the last, each impact more powerful.

The trees let out unbearable groans, their trunks covered in scars. Finally, with one punch from Yayoi, a tree crashed to the ground.

Yayoi wiped the sweat from his brow and walked to another tree to sit and rest.

This tree is really thick; it endured his practice for a whole month.

Mixed Bloods, unlike dragons, excel in Word Spirits.

While their physical fitness far surpasses ordinary people, it's not to an absurd degree.

And the tragedy is, Word Spirits have little effect in real dragon wars.

Even a Dragon King's power is limited without a dragon body, let alone Yayoi, whose bloodline is only A-class.

Plus, Yayoi specifically chose the thickest tree, so it took him a month of practice for it to "retire with honor."

Unlike Ninjas, who have high offense and low defense, Yayoi, after awakening his Dragon Clan bloodline, decided his path was the ultimate three-in-one BOSS route: capable of offense, defense, and healing.

So, besides Word Spirits, he also had to diligently train his physical techniques.

Although practicing physical techniques doesn't significantly boost his durability, he couldn't be lazy.

Persistence always yields rewards.

After a short rest, Yayoi stood up, activated his Mirror Eye, and practiced his combat skills over and over.

Some were taught by a teacher, some he practiced with his parents since childhood, and some he learned from books.

Practicing repeatedly, the Mirror Eye allowed him to see his own flaws, the flaws in his movements, which he then corrected one by one.

In his past life, although he joined Kaser, he died in an accident shortly after graduation, and his fundamentals still needed improvement.

Moreover, the Konoha-style physical techniques are not shallow, crude martial arts; many of their techniques are more suited for Ninjas with Chakra, which greatly inspired Yayoi.

The correction speed wasn't fast; he often had to practice once before he could correct a single movement.

Yayoi dared not keep his Mirror Eye active all the time; its consumption was truly terrifying.

Honestly, without a renowned master teaching him, Yayoi could only be his own teacher.

This is also the sorrow of a commoner.

Wait, it seems he's a Senju.

Disbanded, oh, oh, sob sob.

Who could imagine the pain of a fallen noble?

Every time he thought of this, Yayoi's fists would clench, and the force in his hands would grow stronger.

Until every ounce of strength in his body was squeezed out, he deactivated the Mirror Eye and slumped down.

He blankly gazed at the gradually reddening sunset clouds in the sky and the slowly descending sun.

As the sky gradually darkened, Yayoi got up and prepared to go home.

Day after day, year after year.

Yayoi walked this path every day.

Dragging his tired body, Yayoi saw his home, but the next second his eyes narrowed.

Behind him was a red and white ping pong paddle, wearing long sleeves, with a neat purple ponytail.

There was no one else in Uchiha with this outfit and hair color.

Without a doubt, it was Uchiha Yan!