Rockets Can't Level Up As Fast As I Can!

"Holy shit!"

Nanfeng let out an excited yell, overjoyed beyond measure.

A kid only a few years old, and he could already release a ninjutsu?

If word of this got out, who would believe it?

After all, even when students graduated from the Ninja Academy, they only needed to master the Three Basic Jutsu, along with some Taijutsu and close-combat skills reaching the baseline. Forget everything else—just look at Naruto's graduating class. Aside from Sasuke, someone like Sakura was basically dead weight, useless at everything.

And him...

"Healing Technique and Poisoning Technique are both rated C-rank, Holy Armor Technique is B-rank... I can actually pull off a B-rank jutsu..." Nanfeng swallowed hard.

He still had 20 Attribute Points unused. If he dumped all of them into Chakra... then...

"Hahahaha..."

He burst out laughing.

Originally, he'd planned to lie low in this world, coast through life, and wait for death.

But now... suddenly he had a cheat. Truly, life was full of surprises!

In this world, having a cheat determined life and death. Ordinary people could do far too little.

His own parents were a perfect example.

As for hard work... hah, hard work could maximize a cheat's potential to a certain extent—sure, it mattered—but it could never be the deciding factor.

Diligence compensating for stupidity? In other worlds, that was the truth.

At least in the ninja world, it didn't hold up.

Just a bowl of toxic chicken soup... listen to it if you want, but don't take it seriously.

No matter how hard you worked, could you beat Might Guy?

And his dad wasn't exactly ordinary either, right?

Had you ever seen a genin casually take down four of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist?

The next day, deep in the forests of Konoha.

Nanfeng had completely changed his tune, ruthlessly torturing his own body.

He was undergoing high-intensity training that would make even adults wince... dragging a stone tied to a rope as he ran across the ground.

Sweat poured off him like rain.

Before, he'd thought he had no cheat, so he planned to coast. Now that he had one, he couldn't keep being so laid-back anymore.

Otherwise, he'd be letting down this gift from the heavens and embarrassing all transmigrators.

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, Nanfeng collapsed with a thud, sprawled out like the character "大," gasping heavily.

"Healing Technique."

But immediately, he formed hand seals, and faint specks of light rose around him, gathering above his head before falling like a curtain of rain.

His exhausted, sore muscles instantly revived.

His body was restored in a flash.

This was exactly why he'd suddenly started pushing himself so hard, tormenting his own body.

After dumping all twenty Attribute Points into Chakra, his current Chakra reserves already surpassed those of an average genin... plus, the consumption of Healing Technique was reduced, so he could cast the jutsu dozens of times in a row to recover his physical state.

All his other stats were still very low. If he spread those twenty points evenly across every attribute, the improvement wouldn't be significant. To maximize the effect, the best move was to increase the amount of Chakra he had.

So Nanfeng didn't hesitate for a second.

Moreover, even without external injuries, Healing Technique could restore a person's stamina—this was an unexpected bonus Nanfeng had discovered.

With a kip-up, Nanfeng, drenched in sweat, rose from the ground and resumed his hellish training.

"Hard work might not mean much in the face of talent, but for me right now, it's still effective... just to better highlight the system's support." Clenching his fist, Nanfeng muttered to himself, tying the hemp rope attached to the stone around his waist. With a soft shout, he broke into a sprint.

The grass in the surrounding forest had already been gouged into shallow ravines by the heavy stone from his constant running.

Saving people earned him Attribute Points.

After figuring out the system's functions, Nanfeng didn't immediately jump into healing matters. To outsiders, he was still just a kid... let alone a C-rank jutsu—even a Clone Technique or Substitution Technique would draw some attention.

Not to mention, Healing Technique wasn't even a power from this world. If word got out, he'd be branded a "genius"!

Or even a "prodigy."

Creating his own ninjutsu!

Not even Kakashi or Itachi could pull that off. How old was Nanfeng? Just five!

Konoha, this ninja village, seemed peaceful on the surface, but underneath, currents ran deep.

It had always been this way.

Not to mention the factional infighting among the village's leadership, there were plenty of secret struggles between clans and individuals.

Before he had absolute power to protect himself, Nanfeng didn't want to stand out too much, lest some scheming people set their sights on him.

Even if that old man, the Third Hokage, had his eyes on him, Akiya Nanfeng was uncomfortable with it.

In his view, Hiruzen Sarutobi was an old man with a "peeping Tom" habit... always using the Scrying Jutsu, that Crystal Ball, to check on Naruto's movements for no reason.

Nanfeng didn't want to become the second target.

Soon, the sky darkened.

Nanfeng used Healing Technique again to restore his spirit and stamina, then opened his panel with a full smile.

Host: Akiya Nanfeng.

Age: 5.

Stamina: 11.

Strength: 10.

Defense: 9.

Resistance: 8.

Reaction: 10.

Speed: 13.

Spirit: 20.

Charm: 15.

Chakra: 25.

Skills: Healing Technique, Poisoning Technique, Holy Armor Technique.

Evaluation: You are a rather unique member among the genin.

"From an academy student to a genin, and a Special Genin at that... hehe..." Nanfeng nodded in satisfaction.

It had been nearly a month since the system was activated.

He had been training behind closed doors, pushing himself hard.

Don't underestimate that month—a person's energy is limited, but because the effect of Healing Technique could exploit a bug... his training intensity was almost equivalent to what others would achieve in half a year or even a full year.

It also left no burden or hidden strain on his body.

Clearly, the devilish training was effective... at least these basic stats had improved, except for Charm, which stayed the same.

For his young, tender frame, having these stats was already quite satisfying.

Next, he would start learning the basic ninjutsu at home to enrich his arsenal.

"Even Itachi, I believe, at this age, might not have reached my level..." Nanfeng looked up at the starlight peeking through the gaps in the treetops, curling his lips into a faint smile.

"Today, I'll treat myself to a big meal."

With that, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, whistled a tune, and strolled away.

The so-called big meal was Konoha's famous spot—Ichiraku Ramen!

Actually, as an orphan like him, the village had a shelter with caretakers... but because the neighbors looked after Nanfeng and he still had his family home, he didn't go there.

Still, every month he received a village stipend, enough to live on.

He usually ate meals at various neighbors' houses, saving a lot on living expenses.

Thus, he had saved up quite a bit of money.

As for Naruto not going to the shelter, it was because of his special nature—the Nine-Tails sealed inside him... at least in the eyes of the higher-ups, he was no less than a ticking time bomb.