The Proof That Transmigration Novels Were All Lies

Seeing Aoba accept the scrolls, Yuhi Shinku nodded lightly, and the conversation became much more relaxed afterward.

Yuhi Shinku did most of the talking while Aoba listened.

It was mainly about things to watch out for at the Ninja Academy, and Yuhi Kurenai was finally able to understand some of it as well.

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.

Still, she hoped her father would treat her the way he treated Aoba and stop treating her like a child all the time.

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. They were normal childish concerns.

Normally, he would have teased Kurenai a little, but today was different. Uncle Shinku had really given him quite a lot of useful information.

The Ninja Academy was, after all, a place that trained ninjas.

And ninjas were synonymous with killing.

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

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

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

What was important, what was secondary, what situations each thing would apply to in the future, and how it needed to be combined with practical experience.

It gave him a preliminary framework for his studies at the Ninja Academy.

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

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

It was like choosing a university major for the entrance exams on Blue Star in his previous life.

If you chose the wrong path, wasting time was one thing. The real fear was wasting an entire lifetime.

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

Having benefited greatly and seeing that it was about time, Aoba stood and took his leave.

Yuhi Shinku set down his teacup and nodded slightly.

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

Kurenai, sitting nearby, was a little surprised. Normally, Aoba would stay and eat with them in this situation.

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

Aoba explained with a smile.

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

Kurenai immediately broke into a smile and happily accepted it.

Aoba smiled and casually ruffled Kurenai's hair before taking 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 personal experience related to the ninjutsu. There were only four actual ninjutsu.

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

Just as he had guessed, they were all ninjutsu that Yamashiro Aoba had excelled at in the original work.

Aoba's situation could be considered extremely fortunate. At the very least, he had cultivation scrolls left behind by his parents. Many civilian ninjas died on the battlefield and left behind practically nothing beyond 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 go 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 the vast majority of ordinary ninjas.

They had a few ninjutsu that might not even hit anyone, relied mainly on thrown ninja tools for damage, and their taijutsu was only enough to trade moves with ninjas of the same rank. They were the primary expendable resources on the battlefield.

That was the helplessness of ordinary ninjas.

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

Aoba picked up one of the scrolls, spread it open, and began reading.

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

"System, begin scanning."

Aoba issued the command in his mind.

"Beep! Task established. Beginning scan."

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

"Scanning primary information. Simulating ninjutsu effects..."

"..."

As the Auxiliary Chip began operating, Aoba could clearly feel the chakra within 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 greatly exceeded that of his peers.

At seven years old, he was already 1.4 meters tall.

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

And that was with him deliberately refraining from extracting chakra. If he extracted it normally, he would have even more chakra.

The only time he had ever refined chakra was before his memories awakened. After that, he had never refined chakra again.

Partly because he did not want to overwork his body too early, and partly because he instinctively rejected chakra.

Anyone who had read the original work knew that chakra was an extraterrestrial power with a backdoor built into it, one naturally countered by the Otsutsuki.

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

Natural Energy!

But the facts proved that transmigration novels were all lies.

For two years, Aoba had tried meditation, seated breathing, and emptying his mind, yet he could not sense Natural Energy at all. Even with the Chip's assistance, even after blocking off some of his bodily senses, it had not worked.

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

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

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

Aoba guessed that sensing Natural Energy might require a special constitution, like Jugo's, or perhaps vast chakra reserves that created a siphoning or permeating effect to sense Natural Energy.

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

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

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

Aoba quickly slipped into "dreamland."

An hour later.

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

The next day, Aoba woke up on time at 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 toward Kurenai and said in surprise, "Morning, Kurenai. You actually didn't sleep in today."

Yuhi Kurenai looked proud. "Starting today, I'm a Ninja Academy student, and a ninja too. Don't underestimate me, A-o-ba, my fellow student."

"Yes, yes, Yuhi Kurenai, fellow student. No, I should say Lady Ninja Yuhi Kurenai."

Aoba nodded with mock seriousness.

"Hmph, you awful Aoba..."