Refining Chakra

Stepping onto the street, Uchiha Houka noticed that the residents passing by were all wearing clothes emblazoned with the Uchiha clan crest. Each of them held their heads high with arrogant expressions; even the street vendors carried a mysterious sense of pride, as if they were high-level Jonin in cosplay, ready to unleash an A-rank ninjutsu and destroy the entire street at any moment.

"Look, it's Uchiha Houka. This embarrassing guy actually dares to come out!"

"He's dragged our Uchiha reputation through the mud, what an idiot!"

"A disgrace to the Uchiha clan!"

Several six or seven-year-old brats on the street saw Uchiha Houka and immediately swarmed around to mock him, pointing fingers with faces full of disdain and contempt.

Beside him, Uchiha Obito shrugged and winked at Uchiha Houka: "See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Huh, isn't that Uchiha Obito? No wonder, birds of a feather flock together. Both are idiots, both are disgraces to our Uchiha clan!"

"It's no surprise they're best friends."

These little kids spotted Uchiha Obito and immediately shifted their target, opening fire on him instead.

Uchiha Obito hadn't expected to be targeted himself and immediately exploded: "Asshole, who are you calling an idiot! I am the man who is going to become the Hokage!"

"The adults all say your capacity is too small; you'll never awaken the Sharingan in your life, idiot!"

"You're the idiot! I will definitely awaken my eyes and then become the Hokage!" Uchiha Obito clenched his fists and retorted angrily, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the mockery of the other children.

After a while, the brats finally left, feeling triumphant as if they had won a great battle.

"Hey, Houka, why didn't you retort just now!" Uchiha Obito had lost the shouting match and was stomping his feet in frustration and indignation.

Uchiha Houka shrugged: "I'm too lazy to argue with a bunch of brats."

He was six years old this year, but his mental age was already in his twenties; he really wasn't bored enough to get into a street argument with a bunch of children.

"Let's go, aren't you going to treat me to ramen?"

Uchiha Obito pouted, his anger not yet dissipated, and led the way while muttering to himself, swearing that he would definitely become the Hokage to prove it to everyone.

Uchiha Houka followed behind, shaking his head slightly, and began to observe his surroundings.

This was the heart of the Uchiha clan territory, where outsiders rarely entered. Logically, since everyone was of the same clan, the atmosphere should have been harmonious, but Uchiha Houka found the residents to be cold and arrogant, looking down on everything. It was a sense of pride that radiated from within, the kind that made people want to keep their distance at first glance.

"No wonder Konoha couldn't tolerate the Uchiha clan. This clan is proud to the bone! Only someone with the heart and capacity of the God of Shinobi, Senju Hashirama, could have tolerated them."

"Hey, what are you muttering about back there? We're here!" Uchiha Obito called out, looking back.

Uchiha Houka took a look and, well, this wasn't Ichiraku Ramen.

That made sense; this was the Uchiha clan's territory, how could Ichiraku Ramen possibly have a shop here?

The two of them ordered a bowl of ramen each and began to wolf it down.

"Ah, I'm so full!" Uchiha Obito said, rubbing his stomach comfortably.

Uchiha Houka had been hungry all day and everything tasted delicious, so he couldn't help but nod: "Alright, we should go."

To survive well in this world, one must possess powerful strength, so Uchiha Houka decided...

"Wash the dishes?!" Uchiha Houka stared at Uchiha Obito in disbelief. How could this future super villainous boss say this with such righteous indignation?

Uchiha Obito put his hands on his hips and shouted as if it were only natural: "Otherwise, do you have the money to pay for two bowls of ramen?"

"Didn't you say you were treating?" Uchiha Houka was completely bewildered.

Uchiha Obito scratched his head: "I helped an old lady cross the street this morning, and I..."

"You gave all your pocket money to the old lady, right?" Uchiha Houka's eyelid began to twitch.

"Ahahahaha, Houka, you really understand me. After all, the elderly need help, and as a future Hokage, I can't just sit by and watch." Uchiha Obito looked proud.

Uchiha Houka was speechless, his tears dried up.

In the end, the two were dragged to the back kitchen by the ramen shop owner and began two hours of dishwashing, while simultaneously receiving two hours of moral education from the owner.

"Damn it, I actually washed dishes for two hours!"

Uchiha Houka felt depressed inside; he hadn't even washed dishes during the most destitute times of his previous life!

"Houka, you look so strange," Uchiha Obito said, very confused. "Didn't we do this before?"

"..." Well, it wasn't even the first time. How exactly did the owner of that ramen shop tolerate them eating for free over and over again?

Upon returning home, Uchiha Houka grabbed Uchiha Obito and asked him about training.

Unfortunately, at this time, Uchiha Obito was a complete academic failure, and a bottom-tier one at that. He couldn't even perform the Three Body Technique consistently, let alone other "high-end" training methods.

After chasing the academic failure Uchiha Obito away, Uchiha Houka began to contemplate his current situation.

At the ramen shop, besides eating, he had gathered enough information.

"It is currently Year 9 of the Konoha era. There are at least three or four years until the Third Shinobi World War. I must rise rapidly in these few years!"

"Hmm, Kakashi just graduated, which means the Ninja Academy is on break. I have to train by myself."

Fortunately, during his year at the Ninja Academy, the Chunin teachers were very reliable. They had taught not only the Three Body Technique but also training methods for Chakra control like tree climbing and water walking, as well as shuriken throwing techniques.

After all, the Second Shinobi World War had just ended, and there were constant frictions along the borders of neighboring countries. No one could guarantee whether war would break out again, so the one year of study for these students was comparable to several years of study for Naruto's generation!

A tall building rises from the ground up.

Let's start with Chakra refinement.

Houka sat cross-legged on the tatami, closed his eyes, and entered a state of cultivation.

So-called Chakra is, in essence, the energy produced by extracting physical energy and spiritual energy, then fusing them once they reach a state of equilibrium.

Houka possessed his previous memories, so by following the established path, he successfully extracted Chakra very quickly.

Furthermore, he discovered that his spiritual energy was immense!

Could this be the reason I transmigrated?

There was a flash of pleasant surprise in Houka's eyes; with this vast amount of spiritual energy, all he needed to do next was focus on physical training, and he would be able to extract Chakra continuously!

And there is my Sharingan!

Houka's heart skipped a beat. This was a cheat-like Kekkei Genkai. After evolving into the Mangekyou, not only could one summon the Susanoo, which possessed both offense and defense, but one could also obtain two unique ocular techniques. The Kamui of Uchiha Obito and Kakashi in later generations, as well as the Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi of the god Itachi, were all powerful ocular techniques. However, they also came with significant limitations; if one could not evolve them into the Eternal Mangekyou, their vision would continuously decline until they became completely blind.

But these things were still too far off. Houka suppressed the agitation in his heart, regained his composure, and continued to refine his Chakra.