Uchiha's Glory

[Ring!]

[Detected host achieving first place in the Chunin Exam.]

[Quest completed.]

[Acquired Ninjutsu: Uchiha's Glory.]

Under the cover of night, On the Uchiha clan grounds, Sora Uchiha's footsteps gradually came to a halt, his expression somewhat peculiar. This Chunin Exam's system reward had arrived belatedly, But as for this reward... He propped his chin on one hand, sinking into thought.

"The reward this time is actually a ninjutsu?" he muttered to himself. The evening breeze brushed his face, a chill seeping through his collar. He shrank his neck and pulled his collar higher.

Over the past few years, most system rewards had been Chakra reserves, occasionally summoning contracts or secret scrolls, but ninjutsu... there really hadn't been any.

As a result, despite bearing the title of the Uchiha's number one prodigy, the only ninjutsu he could actually show off were two.

First, the Uchiha clan's signature technique, the Great Fireball Technique.

Second, the Shadow Clone Technique from the Ninja Academy graduation exam.

Beyond that, his other ninjutsu were utterly useless—for example, the "Throw All Shuriken" Technique.

And now, the system had started rewarding him with ninjutsu.

"Could it be that there are no more summoning contracts or secret scrolls to give me?" He let out a soft exclamation, then immediately dismissed the possibility.

Because at present, he had only mastered four summoning beasts and five secret scrolls.

The summoning beasts were Blue Snake, Gamakichi, Ninja Dog, and Panda.

The secret scrolls were Protective Shuriken, Water Wave, Air Cyclone, Lightning Strike, and Scatter.

Aside from these, he only had a Chakra reserve comparable to a clansman who had awakened the Three Tomoe Sharingan.

And as a transmigrator, he knew that summoning contracts and secret scrolls went far beyond these—there were also top-tier secret scrolls like Perseverance, Time-Space, and Super Armor, as well as top-tier summons like Nightmare and Manda.

"Hmm, so that means, starting today, the system will also reward ninjutsu?"

Thinking of this possibility, he wasn't upset at all—instead, he felt a slight thrill.

As for the reason?

Because his control over Chakra was abysmally poor. The Great Fireball Technique and Shadow Clone Technique had cost him immense effort back then, and he was even worse at them than young Obito and young Naruto.

So, he had a vast sea of Chakra, but it was essentially useless.

But now it was different. Since the system directly rewarded ninjutsu, he wouldn't need to learn it—he would master it instantly, and all that Chakra in his gut would finally have somewhere to go.

"Speaking of which, Uchiha's Glory? Is it the ninjutsu I'm thinking of?" Sora Uchiha's expression grew more and more strange.

Orthodox ninjutsu didn't have such an odd name as Uchiha's Glory. As far as he knew, those words only appeared as the ultimate move of some "mad dog" ninja in a certain game from his past life.

As he thought this, information about Uchiha's Glory was forcibly stuffed into his mind by the system.

The process was somewhat uncomfortable. Sora Uchiha furrowed his brow slightly, leaning against a wall and closing his eyes to digest it for a while.

[Use the Sharingan to paralyze the enemy, release Fire Release, then charge forward and slash out a blade of light.]

A very simple ninjutsu description. In just a moment, all the information about this technique was fully absorbed by him.

From this moment on, he had already mastered Ninjutsu: Uchiha's Glory.

"Interesting. Use the Sharingan to seize the enemy?" Sora Uchiha's eyes flickered slightly.

You see, he didn't have a Sharingan at all. So how was he supposed to use it?

Could it be that it would automatically awaken when he used this ninjutsu?

His mind was full of questions, giving him an urge to try the technique right now. He looked around.

Everywhere were triangular buildings shaped like "flames," cleverly incorporating the symbol of the "Will of Fire."

The cramped architecture made Sora Uchiha hold back the impulse to use the ninjutsu. Though he had never used it, the description of the technique in his mind told him it had tremendous destructive power.

He didn't want to become an arsonist and accidentally burn down a house.

Suddenly, Sora Uchiha sensed something. His eyes moved slightly, his gaze shifting toward the mountain forest not far away...

The Uchiha clan had been driven to the edge of Konoha, so they were very close to the outside. It didn't take long to leave the village entirely. In other words, Sora Uchiha was currently at the border of Konoha.

He silently stared at the nearby mountain forest.

The night was as thick as ink. His eyes seemed able to pierce through the darkness, firmly locking onto the shadowy, indistinct woods. For now, only the sharp night wind rustled the camphor leaves.

Nothing was there.

But was that really the case?

Sora Uchiha didn't think so. Because, just a moment ago, he had heard a barely perceptible gasp.

Something seemed to be happening over there.

After a moment's hesitation, he lowered his footsteps and crept slowly in that direction...

In a patch of dark, dense forest, the night wind stirred, dry leaves scraping against the ground with a rustle, casting flickering fragmented shadows.

Beneath a tree, two figures—one fat, one thin—seemed to melt into the darkness. They wore black tight-fitting combat suits, topped with earth-yellow chainmail, and huddled together in close conversation under the tree.

Beside them, a corpse lay sprawled on the ground, eyes wide open in death. The air was thick with the mingled scents of blood and soil.

The Monkey-Faced Man's voice was pressed extremely low. "I told you to be quick about it! If Konoha finds out, neither of us will survive—we'll be done for!"

It turned out they had infiltrated Konoha to eliminate the sentry posts, but the fat one had been careless, letting the sentry make a noise before dying.

The fat man scanned the surroundings warily. "It's fine. It's late, and this place is remote. No one should have noticed."

The Monkey-Faced Man glared at him fiercely. After a long moment, he grabbed the corpse by the legs and dragged it straight into the nearby weeds.

"Hurry up! If you ruin the Kazekage-sama's battle plan, none of us will get away!"

The fat man nodded, and the two vanished into the dense forest like ghosts. Their mission this time was to survey Konoha's terrain and layout.

A few minutes later, a rustling sound came from the edge of the forest. The Monkey-Faced Man and the fat man reappeared.

The Monkey-Faced Man swept his sharp gaze around—nothing unusual. The fat man squinted and muttered under his breath, "See? I told you there was no trouble."

The Monkey-Faced Man nodded slightly. "It's always good to be careful."

Then the two disappeared into the forest again. Only the broken branches underfoot proved they had been there.

Five minutes later, The fat man and the Monkey-Faced Man silently hid in the grass. They exchanged a glance and both let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." The Monkey-Faced Man mouthed the words, leading the fat man away. The entire forest fell still.

This time, they were truly gone.

After a while, A youth leaped down from a tree, lost in thought. He then parted the grass and glanced at the corpse hidden inside.

"Guh—throat slit, killed in one blow, no chance to fight back," he muttered to himself. "That outfit... Sunagakure shinobi. At this hour, why would Sunagakure people be in Konoha?"

Then something occurred to him.

"Konoha Year 48, the second year of the Third Shinobi World War, Sunagakure... could it be the Kikyo Mountain Battle?"

Historically, the Kikyo Mountain Battle was precisely when Sunagakure launched a surprise attack on Konoha. That battle had cost Konoha heavy casualties.

Thinking it over, he crouched down, reached out, and brushed his hand over the dead man's face. The deceased's eyes closed peacefully.

"Well, I don't know you, but we're from the same village after all. I'll avenge you."

He stood up, staring into the direction the Sunagakure ninja had gone. His eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Two chunin—within my capabilities. Perfect. I'll use you to test the Uchiha's Glory."