Ninjutsu Scroll

By noon, Uchiha Obito arrived at Houka's house right on time, declaring that he wanted to treat him to a meal.

Houka's eye twitched; he had no desire to dine and dash again, only to be dragged off to wash dishes—it was too embarrassing.

"I'll cook for myself!" Houka rejected Uchiha Obito's request.

"You can cook?" Uchiha Obito scratched his head, looking at Houka with a strange expression. "Did your mom teach you?"

Houka's parents had both been Konoha chunin, but they had sacrificed themselves during a mission last year. Houka now lived alone and struggled; truth be told, if not for Uchiha Obito's care over this past year, Houka likely would have starved to death long ago.

Houka blinked twice and said matter-of-factly, "Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen a pig run! I'll show you what I can do right now!"

He then entered the kitchen, only to find that aside from pots, pans, and bowls, there was absolutely nothing there. Even a three-star Michelin chef would have been helpless.

"How much money do you have on you?" In any case, Houka's own pockets were completely empty.

Uchiha Obito dug and dug into his pockets, finally pulling out a few coins; it didn't look like much.

Houka snatched them up: "Let's go, we're buying groceries!"

Uchiha Obito looked bewildered: "Hey, hey, Houka, this is all the pocket money I have left for the week!"

"It doesn't matter, cooking at home is definitely cheaper than eating out!" Houka dragged Uchiha Obito out the door, looked left and right, and asked him, "Which way is the market?"

"...Houka, can you really cook?" Uchiha Obito had already lost all hope.

Half an hour later, the two six-year-olds returned home carrying bags of groceries. Houka immediately washed his hands, cleaned the vegetables, rinsed the rice, and started cooking.

Uchiha Obito squatted at the kitchen entrance, resting his chin on his hands, watching Houka with a resentful expression.

But a few minutes later, his expression changed.

"Mmm... mmm, it smells so good!" Uchiha Obito's mouth was practically watering.

At this moment, the kitchen was filled with a sour and spicy aroma that was crazily stimulating Uchiha Obito's taste buds.

He couldn't help but lean in to take a look.

"Houka, what dish are you making? It smells amazing!"

"Sour and spicy cabbage." Houka shrugged. This dish was very common in his past life, but in this world, it was quite rare.

"It smells so good!" Uchiha Obito's saliva was almost dripping into the pot.

When Houka saw this, he immediately kicked him away.

After the sour and spicy cabbage, Houka made a plate of mashed potatoes and topped it with some fresh, tender scallions, making Uchiha Obito's teeth chatter with anticipation.

A few minutes later, the rice was cooked. Houka served a bowl to Uchiha Obito and said, "Taste it and see how it is."

"Mmm!" Uchiha Obito was thrilled. After taking the bowl and chopsticks, he picked up a piece of cabbage. "Hiss, so sour, so spicy, so delicious!!!"

Then he took a mouthful of mashed potatoes, and tears almost fell from his eyes.

"It's even better than ramen! Wuu wuu, Houka, it turns out you really can cook! This is great, I'll never have to eat out again!"

Uchiha Obito was stuffing food into his mouth frantically while shedding tears, which made Houka's short temper flare up.

"Hey, Obito, you're eating too much! Leave some for me, you jerk!"

Finally, the two of them finished all the rice and vegetables, lying on the floor clutching their stomachs, burping in comfort.

"Obito, do you have a dream?" Houka asked suddenly.

"A dream? Of course, it's to become Hokage!" Uchiha Obito looked excited, clenching his fists. "I will definitely be acknowledged by everyone!"

"And what about Rin?" Houka turned his head, looking at him very seriously. "If you could only choose one between Rin and becoming Hokage, who would you choose?"

Uchiha Obito froze on the spot, scratching his head in deep conflict: "Why? Why can I only choose one? Can't I have both?"

"Reality doesn't give us many choices." Houka sighed, then changed the subject and smiled, "Alright, Obito, now that you're full, go help an old lady cross the street. You can do it all afternoon!"

"Jerk! That makes no sense!" Uchiha Obito was left feeling conflicted by Houka. He eventually stood up, dusted off his bottom, and left, leaving behind a promise to return later for dinner.

Then, Houka realized he was facing a very unpleasant scene... washing the dishes?

"Obito, you jerk, get back here and wash the dishes!!!"

Outside, hearing Houka's voice, Uchiha Obito took off running.

Helpless, Houka had to wash the dishes himself.

Since transmigrating here, he hadn't taken a close look at this home.

The house wasn't large, but it was tasteful. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living room—it was small but had everything one needed. There was even a small backyard in the back planted with flowers and grass, along with a small pond of a few square meters. However, there were no fish in the pond, and the water was very clear.

Then, Houka entered his parents' bedroom.

"If my parents in this life were ninjas, they might have left behind some ninjutsu scrolls or something."

Houka rummaged through cabinets and drawers, finally finding two scrolls in a wooden box. He spread them out and saw that they were, surprisingly, Fire Style ninjutsu and genjutsu.

Almost every ninja of the Uchiha clan learned Fire Style from a young age, and those who awakened the Sharingan were even more proficient in genjutsu. These were the hallmarks of Uchiha ninjas, so Houka wasn't surprised to find these two scrolls.

Houka immediately began to look through the Fire Style scroll.

"Fire Style: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique."

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique."

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet."

"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Technique!"

The scroll contained the hand seal sequences for four unique Uchiha clan Fire Style ninjutsu, along with relevant training instructions.

Moreover, they were all C-rank Fire Style techniques, which perfectly matched the Chunin status of Houka's parents in this life.

Then, he opened the genjutsu scroll.

"Hell Viewing Technique."

"Fox Mind Technique."

"Qiedu."

There were three genjutsu in total, but all of them were ordinary genjutsu that even average ninja could learn.

Sigh, I'm doing pretty miserably; I wish I at least had the Sharingan-exclusive genjutsu Mirror Heaven and Earth Change.

Houka complained in his heart, but he was beaming with joy on the outside; having these Fire Style ninjutsu and genjutsu was enough for his initial training.

However, before practicing ninjutsu, he still needed to learn two things: first, hand seals, and second, precise chakra control.

The activation of ninjutsu relies on hand seals, and the speed of those seals is directly related to one's life or death.

Uchiha Itachi could perform six hand seals per second, while your speed is only two per second; in the time it takes you to cast one ninjutsu, the other person has already cast three—if you don't die, who will?

And failing to control chakra precisely leads to unnecessary waste, or even worse consequences. Just look at Naruto in his early days; he was so weak that anyone could bully him. Why? It was because his chakra was messed up by the Nine-Tails like a hormonal imbalance, making it impossible to control precisely, to the point where he couldn't even perform the Three Body Technique!

"Hmm, I've refined chakra all morning, so I'll practice hand seals in the afternoon and tree-climbing and water-walking at night!" (To be continued)