I've Secretly Sniped System Old Feng!

Screw you, whoever designed this system!

I have secretly sniped the system, Old Feng!

System: A miss is a miss, why so much nonsense! We system lords are lords, period!

Qingyu looked at the strings of text on the translucent interface before him, filled with mocking tones and sarcastic parenthetical remarks, and felt like crying without tears.

"System, are you a real person in disguise? Why does this tone sound like an unscrupulous game developer?"

"Go." Tobirama delivered the verdict directly.

"You must go." For once, Izuna was in agreement with him.

"Why?!" Qingyu pulled at his hair.

"That's the Uchiha Clan Meeting! A bunch of old foxes with Three-Tomoe Sharingan! What difference is there between me and a transparent person in front of them with my little secrets?"

What if I accidentally trigger a defeat CG!

"That is exactly why you must go." Tobirama analyzed calmly.

"Right now, they are 'curiously observing' you. If you explicitly refuse this invitation, that curiosity will turn into 'definite suspicion'."

"This brat definitely has something to hide. If you go, you can instead observe their attitudes, gather intelligence, and perhaps even have the chance to guide their perceptions."

"Besides," Izuna's voice turned serious.

"I want to know what the Uchiha of sixty years later have become... have they rotted away in the comfort of the village built by the Senju, or are they..."

He paused, leaving the sentence unfinished.

But Qingyu understood what remained unsaid: are they still sharp-edged, harboring a rebellious spirit?

"Not a single clansman followed me that day..."

Uchiha Hawks: Why did Clan Head Madara walk out the front gate?

Uchiha Doves: Sigh~ He probably went out for a stroll.

"Fine, fine, I'll go."

Am I avoiding his edge?!

Qingyu sighed in resignation: "But before that..."

He looked out the window; the sky had already darkened, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"I have to raise my strength first. Otherwise, going there is just serving myself up on a platter; I wouldn't even have the qualifications to sit in as an observer."

Over the next three days, Qingyu experienced what "Warring States-style involution" meant, and what it felt like to have two devilish coaches living in his brain.

At five in the morning, he was woken up on time by the two "human alarm clocks" in his head.

Izuna's killing intent simulation and Tobirama's icy chakra stimulation were applied in tandem.

A ten-kilometer morning run? No, it was a ten-kilometer "chakra-adhesion obstacle course."

He had to run while using chakra to adhere to tree trunks, walls, and even utility poles to make directional shifts.

When he slid down from a three-meter-high tree and landed on his backside yet again, Tobirama was still analyzing calmly: "The angle of impact for your buttocks deviated by 12 degrees, resulting in poor cushioning efficiency. I suggest adjusting the tilt of your pelvis."

Izuna: "Nonsense! Why not just use a shuriken to pierce the ground for cushioning when you jump down? That's how we Uchiha do it!"

Qingyu lay on the ground, crying without tears: "...Do you think I'm a human Gundam? Pierce the ground with a shuriken for cushioning? My wrists would fracture, okay!"

The morning ninjutsu training was an even greater disaster zone.

He had to maintain an improved version of the Great Fireball with his left hand while condensing a high-purity water orb with his right, controlling two conflicting elemental ninjutsu simultaneously.

"The fire-attribute chakra drifted 0.3 degrees to the right!" Izuna was like a human rangefinder.

"While this increases the strike area, the flight speed will be 0.15 seconds slower. On the battlefield, a 0.1-second difference is the difference between life and death."

"The water-attribute purity is insufficient; the impurity rate exceeds 5%." Tobirama stared at the other side.

"This will affect the balance with the fire attribute. Use the three-level filtration method I taught you, cycle the chakra through the twelve regular meridians three times, and then extract it."

Sweat beaded on Qingyu's forehead, his hands trembling: "I... I can't control two at the same time! My brain is going to overload!"

This humble one truly cannot do it!

"Then practice until you can." The two spoke in unison, their tones devoid of any ripples.

Qingyu: ...Are you two repeaters?

One hour of rest at noon for lunch, then he was dragged into the consciousness space for theory lessons.

Izuna taught battlefield psychology from the Warring States period:

"When you face three enemies, do not look at the strongest one; he will be on guard."

"And do not look at the weakest one; he might be a decoy."

"Look at the one in the middle, the mediocre one. His gaze, his breathing, and the tension in his muscles will expose the entire squad's coordination pattern and chain of command."

So I just hit the one in the middle? I'm mediocre, not left or right, how did I offend you!

So angry!

Tobirama was teaching Chakra Particle Dynamics (a nickname Qingyu had coined):

"The essence of nature transformation is the adjustment of chakra frequency. Fire nature is high-frequency vibration, simulating intense particle movement; water nature is low-frequency flow, simulating intermolecular forces.

Theoretically, if your microscopic control is strong enough, you can complete a nature switch within 0.3 seconds, or even achieve localized nature mixing..."

Qingyu muttered while taking notes, "Why does this feel like I'm in a university physics lecture..."

And does this kind of description even exist in the ninja world!

Sigh, scientists are truly amazing, aren't they!

Amazing my foot!

The afternoon sparring session was a true nightmare.

Tobirama proposed a genius (devilish) idea: have Qingyu fight himself using Shadow Clones.

"When a Shadow Clone is dispelled, the experience and fatigue return to the original body," Tobirama said in a calm tone.

"This is the most efficient training method; it is equivalent to one person gaining double the training time."

"But the chakra consumption is also doubled!" Qingyu protested. "And the fatigue is doubled too! People will die!"

"That is why you must train," Izuna added, twisting the knife.

"If your chakra isn't enough, train until it is. If your endurance is lacking, train until it's sufficient. In the Warring States period, we didn't have the luxury of taking our time. If you don't learn it today, you might die on the battlefield tomorrow."

Thus, the afternoon training ground often featured such schizophrenic scenes:

Qingyu's original body was locked in a fierce struggle with two Shadow Clones.

Shadow Clone A (Izuna-style possession): "Advance from the left! Use Uchiha Style footwork to bait his center of gravity!"

Shadow Clone B (Tobirama-style tactical approach): "Incorrect! You should feint to the right first, forcing him to mobilize chakra for defense, exposing a 0.5-second opening in his left flank!"

Original Body Qingyu: "Shut up, both of you! I'm fighting myself! Who exactly are you two commanding?!"

Even more absurdly, the two Shadow Clones would occasionally attack each other.

"Your tactics are too conservative!" Shadow Clone A cursed.

"Your fighting style is pure suicide!" Shadow Clone B retorted.

Qingyu: Good grief, I really need to get you two under control!

Then, the two Shadow Clones started fighting.

Original Body Qingyu stood in the middle, trying to break up the fight: Stop fighting, don't keep fighting!

Keep in mind, it was pouring rain at the time!

"Stop fighting! If you want to fight, go to the dance studio... no, wait, if you want to fight, wait until I dispel you!"

On the first day, Qingyu lasted ten minutes before his chakra was exhausted, collapsing on the ground like a dried-out salted fish.

On the second day, fifteen minutes, like a salted fish run over by a carriage wheel.

On the third day, twenty minutes, like a salted fish that could still struggle a little.

[Third day: Qingyu successfully maintained the Shadow Clones for 25 minutes. For the first time, he felt the embryonic power of "Water-Fire Rotation" in actual combat, as a small Steam Bomb shattered a training stake.]

["It worked!" Qingyu panted, a flash of surprise in his eyes.]

Mission of a Salted Fish!

The progress was visible to the naked eye, and the cost was just as real.

Qingyu now felt a touch of PTSD whenever he saw his own Shadow Clones.