Everyone's Physique Is Different

[System Notification: Successfully killed Uchiha Atsushi. Earned 3400 points.]

A perfect set of data appeared before him.

By Sosuke's estimate, even 2000 points from the system would have been generous—he never expected it to be this lavish.

"Could there be some reward rule I haven't thought of?"

The Youth still didn't know that Uchiha Atsushi's body actually harbored another soul.

The reason the points overflowed so much was that the enemy couldn't properly control his body, resulting in a situation where, despite possessing formidable strength, he could only bring out sixty percent of his combat power in a fight.

In short, he had unknowingly gotten a huge bargain.

"Looks like the small goal of ten thousand points isn't too hard."

Besides the points from Uchiha Atsushi, his kills in the academy had also netted him a considerable haul.

The two combined pushed little Sosuke's assets past the five-thousand mark.

He cheerfully opened the system menu, but the next second, the smile on his face froze completely.

[Name: Uchiha Sosuke (Mildly Disabled)]

[Age: Seven]

[Body Strength: Genin]

[Mental Strength: Chunin]

[Chakra Amount: Genin]

[Special Ability: Sharingan (One-Tomoe)]

[Ninja Tool: Short Sword]

[Summoning Beast: None]

[Points: 5280]

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but those four glaring characters still hadn't disappeared.

If he didn't know the system couldn't make mistakes, he'd have suspected he'd contracted the legendary Sharingan presbyopia.

"I wake up from a nap and I'm disabled?"

Though doubt lingered in his mind, the stinging pain in his body seemed to prove something to him.

"No choice."

No matter what, Sosuke would never allow himself to lose his identity as a ninja.

Since his injuries wouldn't heal on their own, he'd use system-exchanged medicine to assist the treatment.

A quick search, and he immediately found a suitable item.

[Body Recovery Potion (Small), Item Rank D, Exchange Cost: 1000 Points]

[Item Description: Slowly repairs all injuries.]

The description was simple and clear, and the price was equally brutal.

The points hadn't even warmed his hands yet, and he already had to return a portion to the system.

Gazing at the small bottle in his hand, Sosuke slowly opened his mouth.

He thought it would be some kind of liquid, but the so-called recovery potion was just like jelly.

The moment he tilted his head back, the thing slipped right down his throat.

"Huh." Sosuke smacked his lips, looking at the small bottle with some regret—he hadn't tasted a thing.

"Forget it. When I'm rich in the future, I'll eat these like jelly whenever I want."

Feeling the growing heat surging inside him, the Youth continued waiting for the maid's food.

But instead of food, what arrived were the Dancing King brothers, forcing smiles.

"Sosuke, you're awake." Izuna pulled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile uglier than a cry.

Anyone watching would think he was mourning at Sosuke's grave.

It wasn't just Izuna—Uchiha Madara's expression was equally grim. With a little thought, Sosuke could roughly guess the source of their mood.

The system could mark his status, and the clan's medical ninjas could also detect the specifics of his injuries.

To a genius ninja, there was no word more terrifying than "disabled."

After a brief greeting, the room fell into a suffocating silence.

The strange atmosphere made Sosuke thoroughly uncomfortable. He'd rather Izuna go back to his usual self than act like this—like a cuckolded little wife.

"I—"

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?"

Looking at Izuna, who had lowered his head, a giant question mark appeared on Sosuke's forehead.

This kid is apologizing to me?!

Under the pressure of his gaze, Izuna finally revealed the true thoughts in his heart.

In this kid's view, the reason he ended up crippled was all because he had to look after him in battle.

If his own strength had been a little greater, maybe Sosuke wouldn't have lost his identity as a shinobi.

"Uh, actually, you don't need to worry too much about it." Sosuke gave a wry smile. He couldn't exactly say he'd fought so desperately just to keep the two brothers from stealing the kill.

And even if he did say it, they wouldn't believe him.

Watching his companion's "forced smile," Izuna bit his lip hard, his nails piercing the flesh of his palm.

"I... how could I not care." A second before tears spilled over, Izuna spun around and rushed out of the room.

From a good distance away, the two still in the room could hear his suppressed sobbing.

"Sigh." Uchiha Madara hung his head, no longer bearing his once-proud demeanor.

In the face of such despairing reality, even someone as proud as him could only silently lament the fickleness of the world.

He shared the same grief as Izuna; the only difference was that Madara could hide it well.

Seeing the young maid return with a tray of food, Madara smiled and said, "Rest well. I'll come see you again in a couple of days."

"Oh."

After the two brothers left, Sosuke embarked on a grand journey of devouring meals.

For the next half month, he did nothing but eat and sleep. With the help of recovery medicine, his injuries healed slowly but steadily.

During this time, the brothers visited him from time to time, especially Izuna, who showed up almost every two days.

Although he never said anything, Sosuke could feel his strength growing at a rapid pace.

In one casual chat, Madara inadvertently revealed that his younger brother had already awakened the Sharingan. Though he didn't specify the trigger, the source was likely Sosuke himself.

This left Sosuke somewhat torn between laughter and tears. At the same time, he gradually realized that with his arrival, the course of the shinobi world was quietly changing.

At the very least, the brothers' eye-opening time had been significantly advanced.

To keep Izuna from continuing to wallow in guilt, Sosuke, now fully recovered, summoned the most authoritative medical ninja in the clan.

It was an old man with a white beard. After thoroughly examining Sosuke's body, the old man jumped several meters in the air, repeatedly exclaiming words like "unbelievable" and "medical miracle."

Soon, news of Uchiha Sosuke's complete recovery spread.

The two brothers, who had been training hard, rushed to his house at nearly flying speed.

Seeing his lively and bouncing companion, Izuna's mouth gaped wide enough to fit a cucumber: "Sosuke, you... you're really better?!"

"Of course I'm better. I told you not to worry too much."

"But—"

Of course, he was overjoyed that his companion had recovered, but the whole thing was just too strange.

How could an injury of that degree just heal like that?

Faced with the brothers' questions, Sosuke hesitated for a moment before finally giving his explanation.

"You have to understand, everyone's constitution is different."

After shooing away all the visiting guests and finally enjoying some peace, Sosuke prepared to use his points to strengthen his own power.

"So, what should I exchange for?"