One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones

Early in the morning, Bing San, carrying his schoolbag, prepared to head to school. Asuma and a few others had already been waiting at the main entrance for a while.

As soon as Bing San stepped out, he heard Namiashi Raidō complaining, "Why did it close down? I saw so many people there yesterday. If only I'd bought it and taken it home!"

Bing San closed the main gate and asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

Asuma explained, "He had his eye on a special pinwheel shuriken, but he didn't have enough money. When we passed by just now, that weapon shop had already closed down for good."

Bing San mused, Is it already this bad? Has the front line already started fighting?

Along the way, Bing San observed carefully and noticed ninjas occasionally running across rooftops, something rarely seen in normal times. After all, the Uchiha guard force were all experts; who would dare run on rooftops and be fined on the spot?

Bing San saw more and more unfamiliar faces, and sometimes even Anbu wearing masks appeared.

When they reached the main entrance, Asuma pushed aside two civilians with simple, honest faces and squeezed through, saying, "It's just signing up, why are so many parents blocking the entrance!"

Bing San just shook his head slightly, feeling a bit uneasy inside! These parents knew war was about to break out, yet they sent their children to the Ninja Academy, hoping they would become part of the war. He couldn't fathom their mindset.

Upon arriving at the classroom, Bing San put down his schoolbag and surveyed the surroundings. The Uchiha siblings who were usually in front were gone, replaced by two unfamiliar children. Gekko Hayate, who was always noisy, was also missing, perhaps held back a year? Rin's deskmate was now a timid, soft-spoken little girl. Obito was slumped over his desk, looking listless. Bing San's deskmates were now two poorly dressed civilian children, and Asuma's front wasn't occupied by Yūhi Kurenai anymore.

Bing San sighed softly and murmured, "Has the wheel of fate begun to turn?"

The teacher with the round face pushed open the door and said, "Students, welcome back to school. I will continue to be your homeroom teacher this year. We will now begin taking attendance." With that, he read out a list of unfamiliar names, most of them commoners without surnames.

After taking attendance, the round-faced teacher led the group to the training ground to listen to the Hokage's brainwashing speech. Sarutobi Hiruzen arrived half an hour later, offered some gentle encouragement, glanced at Asuma and Bing San, and left. It seemed the so-called Will of Fire hadn't been ignited yet.

The first day's lessons were dull and uninteresting. Bing San kept looking at the rewards he'd recently drawn, but ultimately couldn't stomach trying them and threw them in the trash. Bing San shook his head, thinking his recent good luck seemed to have run out. What kind of bizarre items did these lottery draws give out? A Gundam toy was one thing, and discount coupons from other worlds were barely acceptable. But what was the meaning of a half-eaten apple? Or a used tissue? Bing San felt a wave of nausea looking at the sticky, foul-smelling tissue!

In the evening, Bing San sat at the dining table, waiting for Danzo, who hadn't appeared in a long time, to have dinner together. After waiting for a long time and nearing the dinner time Danzo had set, Bing San sighed slightly, picked up his chopsticks, and began eating plain white rice with pickles. Life was difficult without Danzo at home; the usual three dishes and one soup had been replaced by plain rice and pickles.

In the evening, Bing San was still practicing the routines taught by Yujin. Suddenly, Shimura Yujin appeared, dressed in black and wearing a mask. Yujin pressed Bing San's head and said, "I'm going to the front lines and don't have time to teach you anymore. Study the scroll's contents carefully, don't rush, and be careful not to make mistakes." This was the first time Bing San had seen a serious Shimura Yujin; with his face covered, he looked exceptionally heroic! With that, he threw two scrolls to Bing San and left.

Bing San carefully opened Tobirama Senju's journal, then opened the Wind Release scroll personally written by Danzo. The characters on the scroll were carved like knives and axes; every stroke looked like a blade or a halberd. Bing San narrowed his eyes as he looked at Danzo's excellent calligraphy, feeling a sense of awe. Tobirama Senju, such a legendary ninja, yet his handwriting is so messy, even ugly.

Bing San then opened the Summoning Scroll. It was about 1.2 meters wide and about 3 meters long, made from the skin of an unknown summoning beast. The densely packed summoning formulas along the inner edges of the scroll made Bing San's scalp tingle. Following the System's instructions, Bing San took out a kunai, cut his finger, and used his blood to draw special summoning symbols on the scroll. After drawing the formulas, Bing San wrote his name on the scroll. Then, he began performing hand seals from memory.

Boar-Dog-Rooster-Monkey-Macaque, with a snap, Bing San placed his hand on the scroll, leaving five bloody fingerprints. Simultaneously, three figures identical to him appeared on the scroll with a bang, bang, bang. A line of text was also added to the cover of the Summoning Scroll: Summoning: Clone. Bing San clearly felt his vision change, as if three small windows had opened next to his main view. He could not only control their actions but also communicate with his 'clones,' as if a single-core ordinary machine had suddenly become quad-core. Bing San tried it out; the clones could exist independently. However, after a short while, they would dissipate due to desynchronized thought processes.

Bing San squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, finally pulling out a Kunai and stabbing a clone.

The clone let out a yelp as it was stabbed. Frowning, it said, "Even though I'm a clone, you can't just treat me like I'm not even a person!"

Bing San mused for a moment and said, "It actually bled, and it didn't pop? A physical body? Flesh and blood?"

Then he reached out to touch the clone. The clone shivered, and with a pop, all three disappeared.

Bing San found it quite interesting and summoned them again. As soon as the clones appeared, they crossed their arms and jumped far away.

Bing San stared with his mouth agape as the three clones looked at him with the gaze of someone avoiding a pervert, looking a bit stunned.

A clone said, "We only share visuals and thoughts, that doesn't mean we don't have our own minds!

When you touch us with a perverted look, we get disgusted too!"

Bing San scratched his head and said, "Then tell me yourselves, what are your respective traits?"

One clone said, "My physical abilities are the same as yours, I inherited your strength."

One clone said, "My physical abilities are only at an average person's level, but I inherited your speed!"

The third clone scratched his head and said, "Intelligence!"

Bing San's face darkened as he said, "Intellectually disabled?"

The third clone retorted, "You're the one who's intellectually disabled, your whole family is.

I mean I inherited your Chakra amount and recovery speed.

Isn't that intelligence? Or is it spirit?

Nerves!"

Bing San's face darkened as he looked at the clones who were roasting him and said, "Strength clone, go train your Taijutsu.

Speed clone, go practice Chakra control.

As for you, you'll study these two scrolls. You have a lot of Chakra and can recover quickly, so it's fine if you make mistakes and try a few times!"

The Intelligence clone's face darkened slightly as he said, "It's fine for you!

We all have things to do, so what are you going to do?"

Bing San rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to try sleeping."

With that, he ignored the three clones and walked into the bedroom.

When he woke up in the morning, Bing San had a splitting headache. Yesterday's attempt had failed. It turned out there was no perfect jutsu.

Last night, because the three clones had to maintain mental synchronization with the main body, they connected with the sleeping Bing San several times, which resulted in Bing San feeling completely unwell.