Proof That Transmigration Novels Are All Lies

Seeing Aoba accept the scroll, Yuhi Shinku nodded lightly. After that, the conversation became much more relaxed.

Yuhi Shinku did most of the talking while Aoba listened.

It was mainly about things to keep in mind at the Ninja Academy, and Yuhi Kurenai could finally understand some of it too.

She greatly envied the way Aoba communicated with her father, even though she often could not understand what the two of them were talking about.

But she also wished her father would treat her the way he treated Aoba, instead of always treating her like a child.

Especially since she was about to attend the Ninja Academy. She had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Her father had always said that once she entered the Ninja Academy, she would no longer be an ordinary child.

After spending so much time together, Aoba could more or less guess Kurenai's little thoughts. It was normal child psychology.

Under normal circumstances, he would have teased Kurenai a little, but today was different. Uncle Shinku had truly given him plenty of useful information.

The Ninja Academy was, after all, a place for training ninjas.

And ninjas were synonymous with killing.

How could a place that trained tools of slaughter teach useless things?

The Ninja Academy shown in the anime might have seemed like a kindergarten, but that was largely for the sake of advancing the plot.

The Ninja Academy was the easiest and safest place for most ordinary people to learn and master ninja skills.

What was important, what was secondary, what situations each skill would be suited for in the future, and how it all needed to be combined with practical experience.

It gave him an initial framework for what he would be learning at the Ninja Academy.

Yuhi Shinku truly treated him as one of his own. Not only had he given him ninjutsu scrolls, he had also guided him on how to attend the Ninja Academy.

That was the advantage of having elders in the family: an inheritance of family education.

It was like choosing a major for the college entrance exam back on Blue Star in his previous life.

If you chose the wrong direction, wasting time was one thing. The real fear was wasting your entire life.

"Uncle Shinku, I'll head back and make some preparations first."

Having benefited greatly and seeing that it was about time, Aoba rose to bid farewell.

Yuhi Shinku set down his teacup and nodded slightly.

"Huh? Aoba... big brother, aren't you staying for dinner?"

Kurenai was somewhat surprised. Normally, Aoba would stay and eat with them in situations like this.

"No, Kurenai. I'm entering the Ninja Academy tomorrow too, and I still haven't prepared anything. I also need to make arrangements for the shop."

Aoba explained with a smile.

As he spoke, he took out another hawthorn candy from his pocket and handed it to Kurenai.

Kurenai instantly broke into a smile and happily accepted it.

Aoba smiled, casually ruffled Kurenai's hair, and then took his leave.

That night, before bed.

Aoba checked his ninja tool pouch and study supplies once more before taking out the wooden box Uncle Shinku had given him.

He spread out the scrolls one by one to examine them. Although there were quite a few scrolls, most contained cultivation methods and practical insights that accompanied ninjutsu. There were only four actual techniques.

[Great Fireball], [Mind Reading Technique], [Body Flicker Technique], and [Ninja Beast Summoning Technique].

Just as he had guessed, they were all techniques Yamashiro Aoba had been proficient in in the original work.

Aoba's situation could be considered extremely fortunate. At least his parents had left behind cultivation scrolls. After many civilian ninjas died on the battlefield, they usually left behind little more than a small pension.

With the previous generation's cultivation scrolls, one could avoid countless detours.

As long as the next generation had the same attributes and was not too foolish, they could avoid the previous generation's mistakes and advance even further from that foundation.

There was a reason Yamashiro Aoba had debuted as a Special Jonin in the original work.

The group of ninjas who fought the reanimated Second Mizukage during the Fourth Shinobi World War represented the true state of most ordinary ninjas.

They wielded ninjutsu that might not even hit anyone, relied mainly on thrown ninja tools for lethality, and could only spar with ninjas of the same rank in taijutsu. They were the primary expendable resources on the battlefield.

That was the helpless reality of ordinary ninjas.

What Uncle Shinku had given him was much the same: the principles, application, and defense of genjutsu, along with two techniques. One was [Genjutsu Release], while the other was the D-rank [Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique]. Both were highly practical techniques.

Aoba picked up a scroll and spread it open to study.

However, he did not begin practicing immediately. Instead, he recorded the information first.

"System, begin scanning."

Aoba gave the command in his mind.

"Beep! Task established. Beginning scan."

"New ninjutsu information detected. Creating new file..."

"Scanning subject information. Simulating ninjutsu effects..."

"..."

As the auxiliary Chip began operating, Aoba could clearly feel the chakra in his body being rapidly consumed.

Aoba did not have much chakra, but he did not have little either. At the very least, he had far more than others his age.

That was thanks to his height, which far exceeded that of his peers.

At seven years old, he was already one meter forty tall.

He was nearly as tall as the upperclassmen at the Ninja Academy.

That was without extracting chakra. If he extracted it normally, his chakra reserves would be even greater.

The only time he had refined chakra was before awakening his memories. Since then, he had never refined it again.

Partly because he did not want to overwork his body too early, and partly because he felt some instinctive aversion toward chakra.

Anyone who had read the original work knew that chakra was an extraterrestrial product with a backdoor built into it, making it naturally vulnerable to the Otsutsuki.

Since his soul had transmigrated into a native body, he naturally had to try the world's native power.

Natural Energy!

But reality proved that transmigration novels were all lies.

For two years, Aoba had tried meditating, sitting in meditation, and emptying his mind, yet he could not sense Natural Energy at all. Even with the Chip's assistance, even after blocking some of his body's senses, it was still impossible.

As for the claim mentioned in the original work that one needed enormous chakra reserves to sense Natural Energy, Aoba scoffed at it.

Before the Otsutsuki descended upon the Shinobi World, hadn't the native supernatural system existed just fine?

On the contrary, chakra's invasion had caused the original supernatural system to collapse, because chakra was simply easier to master.

Aoba guessed that sensing Natural Energy might require a special physique, like Jugo's, or perhaps enormous chakra reserves that could create a siphoning or permeating effect to sense Natural Energy.

Of course, he would have to slowly test all that later.

Before long, the chakra in his body had been depleted to a certain point, and the Chip stopped operating as well. This was the warning threshold Aoba had preset to prevent the Chip from drawing too much chakra and damaging his body.

That was just right. He put away the scrolls, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

Aoba soon slipped smoothly into the "dreamland."

An hour later.

The treetop outside swayed gently, and two leaves slowly drifted down...

The next day, Aoba woke on time to the Chip's prompt.

After stretching a little, washing up, and changing clothes, he headed to the Yuhi Household.

"Good morning, Aoba-kun."

"Good morning, Aunt Nadeshiko."

After greeting her, Aoba turned to Kurenai with some surprise. "Morning, Kurenai. You actually didn't sleep in today."

Yuhi Kurenai looked smug. "Starting today, I'm a Ninja Academy student. I'm a ninja too, so don't underestimate me, A-o-ba-classmate."

"Yes, yes, Yuhi Kurenai-classmate. No, I should say Lady Ninja Yuhi Kurenai."

Aoba nodded with mock seriousness.

"Hmph, you awful Aoba..."