My Sword Is Not Without Its Edge!

The next morning, before the sky had even brightened, Qingyu had already finished his run with Might Guy.

"You keep running, I'm heading off."

Qingyu waved his hand.

His taijutsu training volume was not as high as Might Guy's.

"Today is another day to burn with youth! I'm going to keep running, Qingyu!"

Might Guy spoke with vibrant energy and continued sprinting forward.

Qingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned into his usual shop, and bought breakfast for three.

When he returned home, Shizune had already finished washing up and was sitting in the living room, flipping through notes on medical ninjutsu.

Tsunade's bedroom door remained tightly shut, with the faint sound of steady breathing drifting from within.

Qingyu placed Tsunade's portion of breakfast on the table, finished his own with Shizune, and then they headed out together.

The sky was gradually brightening, and there were already twos and threes of students on the road leading to the Ninja Academy.

Just as Qingyu and Shizune reached the school gate, they saw Rin Nohara turning in from another path.

A strand of short brown hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against her beautiful face.

"What a coincidence, Rin."

Qingyu took the initiative to greet her.

"Qingyu and Shizune, you two are the early ones."

Rin Nohara smiled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

Qingyu had always felt that what was most attractive about Rin Nohara wasn't her looks, but that smile, which made people feel so comfortable.

She belonged to that type of person with an excellent personality who could treat everyone with gentleness.

In Qingyu's view, Obito, having lost his parents at a young age, was likely lacking love deep down in his heart.

It was only natural that he would develop a dependency on a girl like Rin Nohara, who offered such unconditional acceptance.

That gentleness was like a piece of driftwood to a drowning man; once grasped, he would never be willing to let go.

If Rin Nohara were a "waifu," Qingyu reckoned he would call her "Mommy" and ask for milk.

Hmm... what kind of "waifu" junior was that?

Qingyu shook his head; he had righteously severed ties with that shameless version of himself!

He was a ninja senior now!

"Qingyu, I heard that Konoha Hospital is holding an exam next month. If you pass, they'll arrange specialized medical training. Are you going to go?"

Rin Nohara asked as they walked, her tone filled with keen interest.

This news had been passed on to her by Michiko Matsuzaka a few days ago.

Ever since Qingyu took her to Konoha Hospital last time, Michiko Matsuzaka had been deeply impressed by Rin Nohara, feeling that the girl was a promising talent for medicine, and had specifically sent word over.

"I might as well go and take a look."

Qingyu nodded.

Whether he got the training or not didn't matter; the main thing was that places with many people were easy spots to farm traits.

Medical ninjutsu was linked to Yang Release, so whether it was a trait that boosted medical effects or one that enhanced Yang Release nature transformation, both were useful to him.

"Then we'll have to study hard. These are some notes I've compiled. Qingyu, could you help me check if there are any omissions?"

After arriving at the classroom, Rin Nohara put down her bag, took out a notebook with slightly curled edges, and handed it over.

Passion is the best teacher.

Qingyu knew that Rin Nohara loved medical ninjutsu, but after taking the notes and flipping through them, he was still somewhat surprised.

Good grief.

The coverage of some knowledge points was so broad that it even touched on many obscure topics.

Just how much material had Rin Nohara gone through during this time to compile something like this?

"You've done a great job, Rin. I'm certain you'll pass the assessment."

Qingyu closed the notebook and handed it back to her.

Shizune also leaned in to take a look and nodded in approval:

"I think so too."

Because they shared the same interests, the relationship between Shizune and Rin Nohara had been growing closer lately.

When the two girls got together to discuss medical ninjutsu, they often lost track of time.

"Phew, finally not late today!"

A familiar voice came from the school gate.

Obito had arrived unusually early today.

He didn't encounter a single old lady in need of assistance on the way, allowing him to run to school completely unimpeded.

He leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath, and just as he was about to feel smug about not being late for once, he looked up and saw the scene inside the classroom.

Qingyu was standing between Rin Nohara and Shizune, holding Rin Nohara's notebook, and the three of them were chatting and laughing about something.

Obito's smile froze on his face instantly.

Especially since Rin Nohara was standing right next to Qingyu.

He had never even stood side-by-side with Rin like that!

If this could be tolerated, what could not?

"Qingyu! I challenge you!"

Obito rushed over in two strides, pointed at Qingyu's nose, and announced loudly.

The students in the classroom who hadn't yet settled into their seats turned their heads in unison.

Qingyu had just returned the notebook to Rin Nohara; hearing this, he looked up at the kid in front of him wearing yellow goggles with a face flushed bright red, his expression somewhat subtle.

Even Sarutobi Asuma widened his eyes a fraction.

"You're challenging me? Whether it's swordsmanship or anything else, you're a total mess."

Qingyu was a bit surprised.

After all, his image in the class was that of a genius on par with Kakashi; where did a dead-last like Obito get the courage?

"Hmph, my blade is not unsharpened!"

Looking at the gazes gathering around him, and especially Rin Nohara's attention, Obito naturally couldn't show a cowardly side.

"I specifically asked a senior in my clan for guidance on Fire Style ninjutsu and a new way to use shuriken; this time, I will definitely beat you!"

Obito patted his chest, full of confidence.

During this time, his grandmother had helped him find a senior in the clan to instruct him on Fire Style ninjutsu and shuriken techniques.

Although he wasn't proficient enough yet, Obito believed he could unleash them in actual combat.

"Fine, I accept."

Qingyu answered quite readily.

A player like Obito, with high potential but low ability, was the best kind for farming traits.

The current Obito was a walking treasure chest of traits; although he hadn't awakened the Sharingan yet, he surely possessed many latent talent traits.

For instance, talent in space-time ninjutsu.

Obito was able to awaken a space-time ocular jutsu on the level of Kamui, so he likely had aptitude in that area.

Qingyu really wanted to see if he could pick up something related to that from him.

Seeing Qingyu accept the challenge, the two agreed on a location, and only then did Obito return to his seat, satisfied.

"Obito, not bad, you actually dared to challenge Qingyu."

Sarutobi Asuma never imagined that Obito could have such a manly side.

Could he actually win?

One had to know that even he had to temporarily avoid Qingyu's edge, secretly working hard and accumulating strength behind the scenes.

Where on earth did a guy like Obito, who couldn't even beat Might Guy in the monthly exams, get the guts?

"Hmph, Qingyu is the one being challenged!"

Obito crossed his arms, his chin held high.

Seeing the surprised expression on Sarutobi Asuma's face, he felt even more smug.

He would let Qingyu see clearly after school today what the true Uchiha Style Shuriken Jutsu was all about.

The morning class was History of Konoha Hokage, and Umino Shika was on the podium, talking incessantly about the glorious deeds of how the Third Hokage made Konoha flourish during his tenure.

The afternoon class was practical training for the Substitution Technique.

Qingyu had mastered this jutsu long ago; during practice, he casually produced a perfect substitute, causing Umino Shika to nod in approval once again.

Compared to this, he was looking forward to what would happen after school.

Finally, the school bell rang.

Obito was almost the first to rush out of the classroom, running impatiently toward the Third Training Ground, fearing that if he waited even one more second, his resolve would deflate.

"Obito is really serious this time."

Rin Nohara packed her bag, a hint of worry on her face.

She wasn't worried that Qingyu would lose.

She was worried that Qingyu would be too heavy-handed.