Redeeming Flying Thunder God Technique

At night, in the commander's tent.

"Kyosuke is here, have a seat," Uchiha Rei said, putting down the documents he was holding. He looked somewhat tired.

Promoting Kyosuke was something he had done deliberately, but it could also be considered a move born of necessity.

Once upon a time, the Southern Legion was his undisputed domain; there was no such thing as a deputy legion commander.

Unfortunately, two years ago, Uchiha Hikari, through his merits, had managed to wrest a portion of his power away.

The legion now had two deputy legion commanders: Kyosuke was one, and the other was that Uchiha Hikari.

It could only be said that Uchiha Tajima's methods were truly ruthless.

Seizing the opportunity, he had directly created a rift in the once monolithic Southern Legion.

No, it should be said that the legion had suffered from internal discord from the very beginning.

Even the aunt who cooked knew of Uchiha Rei's ambitions; some people chose to support him, while naturally, others resented his avarice.

Under Uchiha Hikari's machinations, the voices of opposition within the legion grew increasingly loud, reaching a point where they were almost uncontrollable.

If not for Uchiha Rei's formidable strength, and the fact that no one dared to act without absolute certainty of success, he might have faced the risk of his subordinates forcing him out.

"Sigh," Kyosuke outwardly remained impassive, but inwardly, he couldn't help but sigh.

In his opinion, Uchiha Rei was an excellent general, even a wise superior, but he was simply not cut out for political maneuvering.

Uchiha Tajima, thousands of miles away, could easily undermine his authority by remotely controlling his subordinates. If it came to a real confrontation, Uchiha Rei would be doomed.

The reasons for allowing this situation to develop were twofold: firstly, his reliance on Uchiha Rei's strength to suppress the restless forces in the southern territories.

Secondly, perhaps Tajima did not wish to give others cause for criticism, and more importantly, he had never considered Uchiha Rei an opponent of equal standing.

Kyosuke understood these matters, but he could not bring himself to explain them to the man before him.

Doing so would be nothing short of a blatant humiliation.

"Sigh, let him indulge in his sweet dreams."

Did he wish to contend for the position of Clan Head?

In reality, there was not the slightest possibility.

Setting aside Uchiha Tajima, the true obstacles were his two sons.

Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Izuna.

As things stood, the battles in the ninja world were still within a relatively reasonable scope.

Once the Dance King matured, it would usher in an era of gods battling amongst themselves.

In the face of Perfect Susano'o and the terrifying Wood Golem technique, numbers were merely a joke.

How could Uchiha Rei possibly compete with Madara-sama?

Let alone the Dance King, in a few more years, he might not even be able to defeat Uchiha Izuna.

Alas, reality was this cruel.

Kyosuke was well aware of this, and naturally, it did not prevent him from continuing to work for him.

Uchiha Tajima had repeatedly made things difficult for him, and in the past year, his actions had gradually become overtly targeted.

What kind of person was Kyosuke?

If he had the strength, he would have already drawn his sword and killed that bastard Tajima.

Since he was not a match for a Clan Leader Level opponent, it would be good to start by dealing with the other's subordinates.

"Uchiha Hikari." Recalling the man from before, Kyosuke gave a cold smile and began to secretly discuss countermeasures with the legion commander.

The Southern Legion was very important to him; he had to gain control of it.

When the day came that Uchiha Rei passed away, the entire legion would naturally fall into his hands.

Before that, he had to eliminate any unstable factors.

"My lord, about that list of spies we discussed earlier..."

"Oh, I've compiled it. What do you want to do?"

"I have a good idea."

At night, Kyosuke sat cross-legged, his expression filled with anticipation.

Points: 26316.

After a brutal struggle, he had finally saved up enough for the down payment on an S-rank Ninjutsu.

Why use the word "down payment"?

The reason was simple: to freely utilize the Flying Thunder God Technique, one needed to at least raise the Ninjutsu level to above 5.

Otherwise, it would truly become a point-to-point teleportation skill.

Further upgrades would require a massive amount of points; to reach the level of effortless control, it was estimated to require a full 100,000 points.

That was enough to exchange for a pair of Mangekyo.

Fortunately, Kyosuke had plenty of time now, and slow, steady progress could still lead to improvement.

Three to five months might not be enough, but perhaps three to five years would yield some progress.

His demands weren't high; he just needed to be able to consistently suppress Hashirama Senju.

Excitedly, he extended his palm and waved it through the air, navigating the menus. Soon, he found the list representing S-rank Ninjutsu.

Forbidden Jutsu: Impure World Reincarnation, S-rank Ninjutsu, 80,000 points to exchange.

Forbidden Jutsu: Self-Reincarnation Technique, S-rank Ninjutsu, 75,000 points to exchange.

Forbidden Jutsu: Eight Inner Gates Formation, S-rank Ninjutsu, 70,000 points to exchange.

Forbidden Jutsu: Living Corpse Reincarnation, S-rank Ninjutsu, 60,000 points to exchange.

Sealing Jutsu: Hundred Healings Technique, S-rank Ninjutsu, 60,000 points to exchange.

Forbidden Jutsu: Spirit Transformation Technique, S-rank Ninjutsu, 50,000 points to exchange.

Sealing Jutsu: Nine Phantom Dragon Sealing, S-rank Ninjutsu, 40,000 points to exchange.

Puppet Technique: Hundred Puppet Performance, S-rank Ninjutsu, 35,000 points to exchange.

Sealing Jutsu: Reaper Death Seal, S-rank Ninjutsu, 30,000 points to exchange.

Flying Thunder God Technique, S-rank Ninjutsu, 25,000 points to exchange.

Lightning Style: Kirin, S-rank Ninjutsu, 20,000 points to exchange.

Wind Style: Rasenshuriken, S-rank Ninjutsu, 20,000 points to exchange.

Raikiri, S-rank Ninjutsu, 20,000 points to exchange.

Every Ninjutsu on the list made Kyosuke's eyes water with desire.

As for the even higher SS-rank abilities like Truth-Seeking Orb, Yomotsu Hirasaka, Daikokuten, and Indra's Arrow, he decided ignorance was bliss.

Regarding the ranking of Ninjutsu, Kyosuke understood it was likely based on the minimum effectiveness of each technique and the ultimate height it could reach.

Some forbidden jutsu possessed direct and terrifying destructive power as soon as they were learned.

Conversely, the Flying Thunder God Technique had a very low minimum effectiveness. For a specific example, one could refer to that toothpick-wielding guy from the Konoha era, Genma Shiranui.

He needed to team up with two others just to barely execute the Flying Thunder God Technique to a fixed coordinate.

To put it bluntly, there was almost no difference between knowing it and not knowing it; it was completely unusable in combat.

Conversely, if he learned the Reaper Death Seal, he would have the means to trade his life with any powerful individual below the Kage-level.

That was, of course, assuming he could actually get a firm grip on them.

"Speaking of which, there are quite a few Ninjutsu I need to master."

"My swordsmanship needs further improvement, and I can't neglect my Chakra control and Hand Seals. Now I've also added the Flying Thunder God Technique."

"Sigh, there's no helping it. Space-time Ninjutsu is an essential skill, after all."

[System Notification: Successfully exchanged "Flying Thunder God Technique", consumed 25,000 points.]

As his hard-earned funds instantly dwindled to nothing, Kyosuke's expression shifted. A flood of knowledge inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Furthermore, he could faintly sense a peculiar fluctuation.

Kyosuke understood that this was likely the existence of "space." In the past, he lacked the corresponding talent, so he naturally couldn't perceive it clearly.

Learning the Flying Thunder God Technique required possessing a talent for space-elemental abilities.

That is, that peculiar sense.

"Finally succeeded."