Your Trait Is Good, But Now It's Mine

"That would be for the best."

Qingyu smiled slightly and took out some tender roasted chicken for Tsunade.

"You even bought this?"

Tsunade's eyes lit up.

Qingyu placed an oil-paper parcel onto the coffee table.

As the paper unfolded, several tender chickens were revealed, still steaming, their skin roasted to a golden brown.

"Mm, it was left over from my allowance. After all, Sister Tsunade treats me so well."

Qingyu said this without changing his expression.

It wasn't a lie, either.

His pocket money was indeed more than the cash Tsunade had on hand.

After all, Qingyu wasn't burdened by debt.

Tsunade, however, carried an astronomical amount of debt—a sum exactly equal to all the royalties Jiraiya earned from his books.

Jiraiya would go on to become a bestselling author in the Land of Fire, with sales figures that ranked high across the entire ninja world, and his works would even be adapted into films.

Given how much money he earned, one could only imagine how staggering her debt truly was.

Tsunade was taken aback, not expecting this little brat Qingyu to be so filial.

Not bad, not bad at all.

The curvaceous Tsunade reached out and vigorously ruffled Qingyu's hair, messing up his black locks until they were a tangled disaster, before pulling her hand back in satisfaction and picking up a chicken to take a bite.

Qingyu's eyelids twitched as he watched; he couldn't help but notice the two spheres bouncing. Honestly, Tsunade's figure was supermodel-tier.

Not only did she possess the 106-scale physique certified by Jiraiya, but she was also perfectly proportioned, with not a single flaw.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

Noticing Qingyu's gaze, Tsunade spoke up after taking a bite of the chicken.

A faint sheen of oil made her soft lips appear even more vibrant and red.

"Nothing."

Qingyu shook his head quickly, lest he end up with the same fate as Jiraiya.

"This place tastes pretty good. Where did you buy it?"

Tsunade commented.

When it came to eating chicken, she was a professional.

"A new place that just opened by the school gate."

"Alright, no need to cook tonight."

Tsunade waved her hand grandly.

She had noticed that Qingyu bought several, enough for three people to have as dinner.

Seeing this, Qingyu breathed a silent sigh of relief.

That had been his goal all along.

In this household, Tsunade was the local tyrant.

It wasn't that she was bossy, but she simply refused to do any housework; she was too lazy to even bend over to boil a pot of water.

Therefore, daily chores like cooking usually fell to Qingyu and Shizune.

Shizune was the little maid, and he was the little manservant.

In the original story, Shizune followed Tsunade across the world, serving tea, pouring water, and cleaning up her messes—a life of pure toil. Now, there was simply one more person in the house to share the burden.

Being able to trade a few roasted chickens for a night off from cooking was an incredibly high return on investment.

Another half-month passed.

The morning mist had not yet fully dispersed, but figures were already appearing on the streets of Konoha.

Qingyu was jogging in circles, his breathing steady and his pace consistent.

Over the past half-month, he had developed a new habit: systematic physical training.

Although the constitution of the Senju clan was naturally stronger than others, it was far from the point where one could rest on their laurels.

Even someone as strong as Asura, the son of the Sage of Six Paths, was suppressed by Indra in his youth and only caught up after grueling, arduous training.

Bloodline only determined the ceiling; the floor still had to be raised through sweat.

Qingyu knew very well that the future meta belonged to "Sage Mode" and taijutsu.

Relying solely on flashy ninjutsu might allow one to run wild for a time, but in the end, those whose physical strength couldn't keep up would be forced to leave the table of high-end combat.

For instance, with the various space-time ninjutsu seen in the later stages, if one's physical body isn't strong enough, even if the Mangekyō Sharingan can perceive the movements, the body simply cannot keep up.

It is much like how Sasuke was confident he could manipulate Killer B using his Mangekyō Sharingan, only to be completely outplayed and nearly suffer a total defeat.

"Another beautiful day!"

Might Guy ran over from the other end of the track, his hands raised high, his voice so booming that it startled a flock of birds from the trees.

His green spandex suit was exceptionally eye-catching in the morning light, and beneath his thick eyebrows were two rows of teeth that shone with a reflective white gleam.

Qingyu nodded toward him.

"Indeed."

[Detected collectible trait: Stamina Regeneration]

[D-rank trait: Stamina Regeneration]

[Effect: Slightly accelerates stamina recovery speed, increasing it by 20%.]

Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a gentle warmth diffuse through his limbs and bones.

"Hoo..."

Qingyu exhaled a breath of stale air, but he could clearly feel the soreness in his muscles, which had been aching just moments ago, suddenly ease up, as if someone had lifted half the weight off his legs.

Another trait dropped.

Over the past half-month, he had persisted with his morning exercises, and his encounters with Might Guy on the track had become increasingly frequent.

He wasn't sure if it was because Might Guy's "youth concentration" was too high, or if his own training intensity had just happened to trigger the system's threshold, but this was already the second trait he had harvested from him.

The last one he dropped was [Skin and Flesh Durability], also a D-rank trait, which had the effect of ensuring basic physical training no longer caused minor external injuries.

Qingyu could clearly feel the benefits of these two traits stacking together.

Previously, after high-intensity training, his skin and muscles would inevitably suffer from micro-tears that required time to heal.

Now, even though his training volume had increased, his body was actually more resilient than before, allowing him to return to a lively, vigorous state after just one night of rest.

Endurance, recovery, and wear-resistance—with these three elements combined, it meant he could sustain longer and more intense training than anyone else.

It was a miracle that Might Guy could perform such masochistic physical training without leaving behind a single hidden injury.

Doing five hundred laps of handstand walking, followed by five hundred push-ups; if he couldn't finish the push-ups, he would do five hundred finger-supported ones.

If a normal ninja were to maintain Might Guy's training volume every day, they would have ruined their knees long before they ever became strong.

And one had to remember, this was only Might Guy's daily training volume at the age of six or seven.

This was, in fact, Might Guy's greatest talent.

Only a body that could be trained indefinitely without sustaining hidden injuries, combined with a superhuman will, could achieve the final gate of the Eight Inner Gates.

Such a person was born for taijutsu.

However, Qingyu was looking forward to this as well.

Your traits are excellent, but now, they are mine.

Everyone's traits would become Qingyu's resources; how strong he would eventually become, even Qingyu himself did not know.

After bidding farewell to Might Guy, Qingyu stopped to buy breakfast on his way.

One portion was for Shizune, and the other for Tsunade.

A lazybones like Tsunade usually woke up late. As for Shizune, she had followed Qingyu for a while at the beginning, but she hadn't been able to keep up and eventually gave up.

Qingyu hadn't forced her; after all, Shizune was technically a commoner by bloodline, though she belonged to a clan that inherited secret techniques, possessing the Spirit Transformation Technique.

However, that technique was also related to the soul and spirit, completely neglecting the physical body, which led to Dan Katō being ambushed and killed while his physical body was completely defenseless.

Soon, it was time for the monthly examination again.

This time, the monthly exam did not continue to use the practical combat format of the first one.

The chunin instructors realized that the gap in skill levels between the students was simply too vast, so they decided to start with theory.

"Almost first place."

Qingyu looked at the rankings and stroked his chin.

The traits he had acquired were taking effect, allowing Qingyu to learn anything at a rapid pace, which had resulted in Kakashi facing the risk of being surpassed by him.

And Kakashi, looking at the same rankings, felt the pressure.

[Detected collectible trait: Genius Crisis Sense]

[D-rank trait: Genius Crisis Sense]

[Effect: When a genius of the same level appears nearby, one's own comprehension is temporarily increased.]