"Fujiwara, one throw, ten kunai, three bullseyes. Not bad. First of all, you've improved." At the kunai-throwing practice ground beside the Ninja Academy's training field, Yoshida Ichiro held a pen in one hand and a book in the other as he recorded the students' scores, occasionally offering encouragement. "Next, Kimura."
No sooner had Yoshida Ichiro finished speaking than ten cries of surprise rang out in succession. Then, they saw the bullseye on the straw target ten meters away viciously pierced ten times!
Although the ten kunai had not all struck the exact center of the bullseye, they had landed very close. At the very least, every single one had hit a vital area. In fact, the target had been punched through by the first kunai, and the following nine had basically passed through the same hole and pierced the wall behind it. The sight made all the students in Class Two feel somewhat tense—they could not help imagining what it would be like if a real person were pierced ten times by ten shuriken.
"Oh! You've made tremendous progress, Mirai." Yoshida Ichiro could not help praising the performance. It was vastly different from a month ago.
Yes, Mirai had already been at the academy for a month, and what they had just seen was the result of his unrelenting effort.
Over the past month, Mirai had studied diligently and completed the academy's training. After school, he continued training on his own. From knowing nothing to successfully extracting chakra, then practicing on trees to improve his chakra control, followed by water-walking practice, and then applying his enhanced abilities to further training—improving his kunai proficiency without actually throwing them... He had progressed steadily, step by step. If the gradual improvements had not been all that obvious before, then today, his accumulated efforts