Guidance from Ghost Father

Outside the clan compound, in a barbecue restaurant run by ordinary people.

"Cheers!"

The rallying cry was deafening, but the group, all of whom were at most 12 years old, had nothing but drinks in their cups.

As the young clan head of the Uchiha, the future leader destined to command the clan, Madara had to put on a show even if he was reluctant.

Like treating people to meals.

Before Izuna's death, Madara was generally an excellent young man with ideals and aspirations.

Aside from being a bit of a Mary Sue, he actually had no fewer strengths than Hashirama.

Glancing at the Dance King resting his chin and Izuna desperately grabbing meat, Kyosuke shook his head, feeling a strange sense of witnessing history.

"Here, Kyosuke." A cup was suddenly extended from across the table. Looking up, a boy who looked about seven-tenths like him was smiling at him.

This person was Kyosuke's cousin, Uchiha Kei.

"Let's have a drink." The boy's enthusiastic demeanor made outsiders completely unaware of the actual relationship between the two.

"It's been many years, I didn't expect you to become such a prominent figure in the clan."

"If Second Uncle could see your achievements, he would definitely be very happy."

Kyosuke gave a very fittingly hypocritical evaluation.

Did this guy really think he was too young to remember the faces of people in his family?

When his parents died in battle, the clan had suggested he live with his uncle.

But that person had directly refused him, otherwise, how could Kyosuke have joined the Southern Legion at the age of seven?

The current situation wasn't that dire; children with some background were undergoing systematic training within the clan.

Only orphans like him were used as cannon fodder.

When they were sent to intercept the heirs of the three clans, they never intended for Kyosuke and the others to return alive.

Speaking of which, the accidental exposure of his Sharingan wasn't entirely a bad thing.

"Yeah, seeing my life, Father must be very happy." Kyosuke retorted subtly and downed the juice in his cup.

The others didn't notice anything amiss and kept praising the two brothers as outstanding ninjas of the clan.

Not long ago, Uchiha Kei had successfully been promoted to Chunin. While not a peerless genius, it at least proved he possessed considerable talent.

The level of the future Twelve Shinobi was far beyond the strength of ordinary Chunin.

Kiba, who was sent flying by Naruto with a single fart, and Tenten, skilled in projectile weapons, had both reached Chunin level.

Rock Lee and Gaara, who were at the pinnacle of the Chunin exams, could single-handedly take down ordinary Jonin without issue.

Excluding those monsters, Uchiha Kei's promotion to Chunin had some real merit.

Otherwise, solely based on his cousin's identity, he wouldn't have been able to sit among these people.

Everyone ate, drank, and had a merry time. Only Uchiha Madara, who seemed a bit out of place, noticed the abnormality in Kyosuke's expression.

He glanced at the smiling Uchiha Kei and couldn't help but curse inwardly, blaming his father, Tajima, for doing something foolish.

This wasn't about winning people over; it was clearly about annoying them.

Patting the young man's shoulder, Uchiha Madara found an excuse and disbanded the banquet early.

As if understanding something, Kyosuke smiled and shook his head at him, walking home alone.

Compared to Uchiha Kei, he was more concerned about the teacher who would arrive tomorrow.

Up to this point, his mental strength was still rapidly increasing.

Even with limited physical development, his considerable mental strength allowed his total Chakra to grow day by day.

Chakra Quantity: Genin

Kyosuke currently possessed the Chakra quantity of an ordinary Genin.

It was definitely not enough, but it was sufficient to maintain basic combat.

Kakashi graduated at 5, became a Chunin at 6, and was officially promoted to Jonin at 12.

Hatake's "50/50" reputation for being low on Chakra was well-known. His rapid progress was mainly due to the swordsmanship passed down through generations of the Hatake clan.

Kyosuke now decided to replicate Kakashi's rise, temporarily focusing his main efforts on one ability he had already mastered.

Uchiha Style Swordsmanship (Level 1)

He would use swordsmanship to quickly improve his strength, and once his strength growth slowed, he would then focus on developing ninjutsu and genjutsu.

Supplemented by his gradually evolving Sharingan, he could at least guarantee his promotion to elite Jonin without worry.

Once he had enough points, he could forcibly exchange for a Mangekyo, and immediately break through to the clan head level.

With beautiful aspirations for the future, young Kyosuke gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Kyosuke woke up early and went alone to Uchiha Tajima's mansion.

This time he didn't get to see the clan head. The guard led him to a side hall, where he met a clan Jonin who had been waiting there for a long time.

Upon seeing Kyosuke, the other person directly stated, "My name is Uchiha Keisuke. Starting today, I will be your instructor for one year."

Uchiha Ghost Father?!

The young man blinked, cast aside his distracting thoughts, and solemnly bowed: "Teacher Keisuke."

Nodding slightly, the Jonin asked, "What aspect do you wish to learn? Ninjutsu or genjutsu? I will teach you about the use of eyes gradually, so don't rush."

"I want to learn swordsmanship," Kyosuke stated his idea.

Hearing this, Uchiha Keisuke frowned slightly in confusion, but after careful consideration, he did not reject it.

Although the young man's body was thin, with the enhancement of the Sharingan, swordsmanship might be the most suitable path of cultivation for him right now.

Such a determined child, Teacher Keisuke praised inwardly, then said calmly, "Wait for me for a moment, I'll be right back."

With that, he flashed and disappeared from his spot. Without his Sharingan activated, Kyosuke couldn't even perceive the trajectory of his disappearance.

The difference in strength is even greater than I imagined.

About 10 minutes later, Teacher Keisuke returned to the detached house. This time, he held a short sword suitable for Kyosuke's use.

Its size and shape were very similar to the White Fang short sword, just slightly longer.

Holding the weapon, Kyosuke felt his arm sink. The seemingly unremarkable blade likely weighed over 30 jin.

It would be nearly impossible for an ordinary seven-year-old child to lift it, and even he needed to circulate Chakra to do so.

He exerted force and swept his arm horizontally, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly filled his ears.

Looking at the gleaming short sword, Kyosuke rarely showed a smile.

"Thank you, Ghost Father teacher."

Habitually frowning, Uchiha Keisuke always felt there was something slightly off about the boy's pronunciation.

Taking out the short sword he had retrieved from home, he casually swung it a few times. A strong killing intent suddenly permeated the detached house.

"From now on, you need to be here every day at six o'clock."

"Yes!"

And so, Kyosuke began his relentless, day-and-night arduous training.

He wasn't in a hurry to acquire points; cultivation required practical combat experience.

Even if there wasn't much here, accumulating it slowly would be a considerable income.

Soon, a year passed in the blink of an eye.