Still, I Should Only Use Fifty Percent of My Strength

Still, I Should Only Use Fifty Percent of My Strength

The next day.

Early in the morning, Feng An woke up.

He helplessly scratched his hair. "Damn it, I graduated, and now my biological clock's been set, huh?"

After washing up and eating breakfast, he strolled through the small alleys of Konoha Village as he usually did during holidays, basking in the sun and entering retirement life ahead of schedule.

"Look at that good-for-nothing kid, wandering around again."

"If my child were like him, I'd break his legs."

"Don't say that. The kid's actually pretty pitiful. No father, no mother, and he's not a bad person. He's not as mischievous as Naruto."

"Tian Hui is right. My kid is terribly naughty. If he could be as well-behaved as Feng An, at least I'd have less to worry about."

"You know, whenever he walks around with his hands behind his back, I always feel like he doesn't seem like a child."

Several women gathered in the nearby alleys, gossiping about Feng An as he walked back and forth through them.

Feng An's senses were far sharper than an ordinary person's, so he heard every word they said about him clearly. But he did not care much. He even greeted them with a cheerful smile.

After all, whenever he returned to his hometown for holidays in his previous life, he would run into these "village intelligence bureaus." He was long used to it.

Feng An smiled and greeted them. "Hello, aunties."

"Hello." *n

When the women saw Feng An approaching, they stopped talking and welcomed him with smiles.

One woman dressed in purple asked curiously, "Feng An, why aren't you doing missions? I see all the other graduates clamoring to take missions and commissions, preparing for the Chunin Exams."

"What's so great about becoming a Chunin?"

The woman froze. This was the first time she had heard a ninja say he was uninterested in becoming a Chunin.

"I heard Chunin can take higher-level commissions. They make a lot of money."

Feng An shook his head. "No, Auntie. High-level commissions are dangerous. Think about it—wouldn't it be such a loss to die for a few coins of silver? I'm only in my teens. I can't throw away the best years of my life so easily."

So your youth was meant to be spent chatting with us aunties and basking in the sun?

The women exchanged looks, their expressions strange.

Why did this kid act so old-fashioned? Shouldn't someone his age be full of passion and ambition?

"Keep busy, aunties. I'll go wander somewhere else."

Feng An passed from this alley into another.

"Feng An," a woman's voice called out.

A long-haired woman approached him, bandages wrapped around her snow-white thigh and her ample chest thrust forward.

Feng An looked up and asked, "Oh, it's Kurenai. Is something wrong?"

Because of his memories from his previous life, he had instinctively called Kurenai by name.

He scratched his head awkwardly.

This brat actually called me by my name.

Kurenai raised an eyebrow, but did not pay it much mind.

"Why aren't you doing missions?"

Feng An was a little helpless. Why did everyone keep asking him this question?

He rattled off, "I don't want to do missions. I'm not short on money right now, and if I run into some overpowered monster like Zabuza Momochi, wouldn't I be dead?"

Kurenai became even more interested after hearing that. His unique attitude stood in stark contrast to the impatience for quick success shared by his peers.

Many children his age were eager for quick success and often put themselves in danger. That was why there was a rule requiring Jonin to lead teams.

"You have a steady temperament. No wonder Hinata cares about you. Are you interested in training with Team 8?"

Feng An asked doubtfully, "Why me? And haven't you already chosen three people?"

"I think you're worth cultivating."

Feng An glanced at her. "What makes you think that?"

"Intuition. Besides, Naruto already has a teacher guiding him. You don't. Doesn't that bother you?"

Feng An nodded without hesitation. "No."

Naruto was the protagonist. He was just a background character; the main story was not even focused on him.

Kurenai sighed in a deliberately regretful tone. "Well, then there's nothing I can do. Yesterday at the Barbecue Restaurant, Hinata kept begging me to bring you along. Since you don't want to, I'll have to go back and tell Hinata that you rejected her."

Heh! You think Little Hinata can move me?

In an open clearing, several targets were fixed to the trees, with Shuriken stuck crookedly in them.

At that moment, Hinata, who was training with her Byakugan activated, noticed two figures approaching from behind.

Kurenai-sensei is back. Hm? The one behind her is... Feng An?

Hinata hurriedly deactivated her Byakugan, turned around, and shyly greeted him. "Ah, Feng An, why are you here...?"

Feng An looked up at Kurenai. "You even trick children?"

Hinata's reaction made it obvious that she had not known about this.

Kurenai rubbed his head and covered her mouth as she chuckled. "But Hinata really does care about you."

Then she looked at everyone. "Stop for now. From today onward, Feng An will train and carry out missions with Team 8."

The other two also stopped training and slowly walked over to Kurenai.

Akamaru barked twice at Feng An.

"Woof woof."

Kiba Inuzuka patted him and grinned at Feng An. "Let's get acquainted again. My name is Kiba Inuzuka, and I'm a man who will become Hokage!"

Feng An nodded. "I'm Feng An. Your wish will come true."

Too bad it'll only happen in a dream, he did not say the latter half aloud.

Hearing Kiba Inuzuka's words, Feng An immediately thought of the scene in the Infinite Tsukuyomi where he became Hokage and required every ninja to keep a dog. Fortunately, Kiba had not become Hokage in reality. Otherwise, the village might have been renamed Dog Village by now.

"W-welcome, Feng An. Please take care of me from now on."

Hinata lowered her head, her voice growing quieter as she spoke.

"Sure. Likewise."

The corners of Feng An's lips curled up slightly as he deliberately stepped forward and took Hinata's little hand.

Hinata's face instantly turned red. She hurriedly pulled her hand back and said shyly, "...I was very careful this time. My hand didn't get pricked..."

Seeing Little Hinata's adorably dazed expression, Feng An felt his heart melt.

Just as he was immersed in the moment, Kurenai knocked him on the head with a fist.

"Stop bullying Hinata."

"When did I?" Feng An rubbed his head and winked at Hinata. "Hinata, I didn't bully you, right?"

"Mm..."

Hinata nodded gently.

"Hmph. I have something to do, so I'm leaving. You three train properly," Kurenai said before departing.

Before they could ask what she was going to do, she had already disappeared.

"Feng An, come spar with me!" Kiba Inuzuka walked over and shouted.

"But I only know some very basic Ninjutsu."

Feng An meant to refuse. He had only come because Little Hinata was here. If he could steal Hinata away, it would be worth it even if that blond brat chased him down and beat him up for the rest of his life. Besides, Naruto was still too dumb to understand Hinata's charms. Training was secondary.

And even if he wanted sparring practice, he would definitely do it with Hinata. You had to start securing your wife early, or that blond brat would steal her away once she grew up.

But Kiba Inuzuka did not seem to notice that he was politely refusing. He put a hand on Feng An's shoulder. "Don't worry, it's just training. I swear I'll only use some simple Ninjutsu too."

Seeing that Kiba Inuzuka had the same hot-blooded idiot personality as Naruto, Feng An knew it would be difficult to refuse. He said helplessly, "All right, but let me prepare first."

He could also use this chance to see what his own level was really like.

Kiba Inuzuka placed both hands behind his head. "Sure. Just call out when you're ready!"

Kiba Inuzuka simply assumed that he was too nervous.

He muttered to himself, I'll only use seventy percent of my strength later.

Then he glanced at Feng An again.

Seeing his grave expression, Kiba Inuzuka shook his head. "Forget it. I'll use fifty percent of my strength. It wouldn't be good if I dealt him too big a blow."

Feng An stood off to the side with a slight frown and a grave expression, thinking,

I have to control my Chakra carefully. If I accidentally kill him, I'm screwed.