Test the Transmigrator with *This*?!

Qingyu tried to recall the memories of this body, but failed.

"Also," the nurse added. "The Hyuga clan sent a get-well gift: a box of high-grade Military Ration Pills and a prescription for meridian conditioning."

Qingyu was even more surprised. The Hyuga clan... so magnanimous?

"Normal," Tobirama analyzed. "It's a ceremonial gesture for the public. You defeated their genius, so they are displaying clan grace; it's good for their image."

"Hypocritical," Izuna commented.

Qingyu didn't speak, only feeling that the rules of the ninja world were truly complex.

After dinner, night fell.

Qingyu lay in bed looking at the moon outside the window, when he suddenly remembered something.

"System," he asked in his mind, "that 'Rising Star of the Clan' title... what exactly does it do?"

[Title: Rising Star of the Clan]

[Effect: Within the Uchiha compound, all attributes slightly increased (5%); when accepting clan missions, rewards +10%]

[Special: Can trigger the hidden side quest "Expectations of the Uchiha"]

[Note: Congratulations! You have officially entered the sight of the higher-ups. As for whether it is a blessing or a curse... weigh it yourself.]

Qingyu looked at the note and gave a wry smile.

Indeed, blessings and curses are unpredictable.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate the chakra recovery method Tobirama had taught him. Although his body still couldn't move, recovery training could start early.

His consciousness sank into his body; his meridians were as empty as a dry riverbed during a drought, but following the rhythm of his breathing, wisps of chakra were regenerated from his cells, flowing slowly.

Dull, but effective.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt that something was different.

It wasn't that his chakra had increased, but his control had become stronger. Fine operations that previously required ten parts of effort now only needed eight.

"This is..." He opened his eyes.

"A breakthrough in combat," Tobirama's voice carried approval. "High-pressure combat can stimulate potential. Your control over chakra has improved by a small level compared to before the match."

"So getting beaten up is actually useful?" Qingyu gave a wry smile.

"Useful, but not recommended for frequent use," Izuna said. "If you happen to get killed, then everything is gone."

Qingyu twitched his lips: I don't care about you at all!

Continue training!

The night grew deep.

The lights from the hospital corridor shone through the door glass, casting hazy spots of light on the floor.

Qingyu stopped his training and lay flat, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow, Sasuke versus Gaara.

The day after, his own next match.

And after that... only Heaven knows.

He touched his forehead; Izuna and Tobirama were there.

He touched his chest; the system was standing by there.

Transmigration, dual souls, a system, Uchiha, Konoha... all of this was as absurd as a dream, yet so real it made his heart palpitate.

"Hey," he suddenly said in his mind, "you two teachers, tell me... how far do you think I can go?"

Qingyu: My life is like walking on thin ice; tell me, can I reach the other side...

Silence.

After a long while, Izuna spoke first: "I don't know, but if you keep working this hard, at least... you won't die too early."

"Rational analysis," Tobirama said. "At your current growth rate, you have the potential to reach the level of a Jonin within three years, but that is on the condition that you can live until then."

Qingyu smiled.

This answer was very Warring States, very ninja.

"Then..." he closed his eyes, "let's try hard to live until then."

Moonlight spilled onto the hospital bed.

In the distance, the lights of Konoha were extinguished one by one.

Qingyu was woken up by the chirping of birds outside the window.

No, to be precise, he was forcibly awakened by the mental attacks of two "human alarm clocks" inside his head.

"Get up! It's five o'clock!" Izuna's voice carried the cold ruthlessness of a veteran from the Warring States period.

"You think a ninja stops training just because they're injured? Back in my day, I'd stuff my own intestines back in and keep fighting!"

"According to the medical report, your chakra recovery rate has reached 47%, which allows for light training." Tobirama's voice was like a human calculator.

"Today's training plan: one hour of precise chakra control practice, half an hour of shuriken throwing theory review, and half an hour of tactical deduction..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Qingyu bolted up from the bed, nearly pulling his stitches.

Big brother, are you kidding me? I haven't even recovered yet!

"Both of you, this is a hospital! A hospital! There are other patients next door!"

"So?" Izuna replied righteously.

"A ninja must adapt to training in any environment. Back then, the White-Haired Senju and I could battle for three days and three nights in a swamp."

"That was forced upon us," Tobirama corrected coldly.

"And you ended up lying in bed for a week with a fever from an infection."

"That was because you Senju poisoned the water!"

"Those were natural bacteria!"

Qingyu covered his forehead.

Great, the daily bickering had started again.

He resigned himself to climbing out of bed to wash up in the bathroom.

However, the moment his feet touched the floor, the ward door was pushed open.

"Good morning, Qingyu-kun~" Shisui Uchiha poked his head in with a smile, carrying a food tray in his hands.

"I brought you breakfast!"

On the tray was... a bowl of plain porridge, a small dish of greens, and a boiled egg.

Qingyu's expression instantly collapsed: "Senior, this is way too bland..."

I don't want to eat 40 boiled eggs a day.

Although it sounds impossible, I've already been doing it for three years.

Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"It's the Medical Corps' menu." Shisui placed the tray on the bedside table, "However..."

As if performing a magic trick, he pulled a small paper packet from his sleeve. Inside were three enticing red bean-filled rice dumplings.

"I snuck these in." Shisui winked, "Remember to destroy the evidence after you finish."

Qingyu was so moved he nearly cried: "Shisui-senju, you are my light!"

He wolfed down his breakfast... including the three "contraband" dumplings.

He felt like he had finally come back to life.

If you don't eat meat or sweets, you've already lived a relatively failed life!

"Alright," Shisui tidied up the tableware, his smile suddenly turning a bit... dangerous.

"Breakfast is over, time to train."

Qingyu: "...Now? Right here?"

Oh man, is this a sweatshop hospital? I'm still a patient!

"Of course," Shisui said as if it were only natural.

"The Clan Head gave orders that your recovery period cannot be wasted, and training in a ward has its benefits..."

He looked around the room.

"The space is limited and the environment is simple, which can maximize your precise control over chakra. Real combat won't provide you with a spacious training ground."

Qingyu suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Five minutes later, his premonition came true.

"First exercise: chakra adhesion walking." Shisui pointed to the ward wall.

"Without using your hands or feet, use only chakra to adhere to the wall and walk from this end to the other."

Qingyu looked at the smooth wall, his mouth twitching: "Senior, this is a ward, not a training ground... and I just got out of bed..."

"That's why it's light training." Shisui smiled brightly, "Just walk three meters. Come on, give it a try."

Qingyu tried to stick to the wall again, but his chakra slipped, and he nearly face-planted.

Shisui caught him with a laugh: "Try again. Feel the chakra gripping the wall like your fingers."

Sigh.

Oh ho ho ho ho, the chakra is about to burst out completely!

I don't want to be drained dry!

At the very least, it shouldn't be Shisui; testing a transmigrator with this kind of thing?!

What transmigrator could withstand such a test?!

Bring Tsunade instead!

I want to take on ten Tsunades!