Nawaki frowned as he looked at the complex formulas laid out by the system. The familiar rows of symbols reminded him of his school days in his previous life. Back then, he had not been a poor student, but he definitely had not been a top one either. Within a few years of graduation, he had returned all that knowledge to his teachers.
After transmigrating to the Shinobi World, Nawaki had been regarded by everyone as a genius. He was proficient in everything from ninjutsu to technology and was treated as an authoritative master in every field. But only he himself knew that all those so-called achievements had been obtained by cheating with the system!
He might look like a top student whenever he chatted and laughed with Orochimaru while discussing all kinds of technical problems, but in truth, he was merely acting as the system's mouthpiece every time. He did not understand the complicated concepts and formulas he spouted at all. Therefore, what those discussions tested was not his knowledge, but his acting skills. He clearly understood nothing, as though he were talking in his sleep, yet he had to put on an air of being brilliant and wise. It was really making things hard for him.
It was not as though Nawaki could not learn this knowledge, but a person's energy was limited. Not only did he need to train and improve his strength, but externally, he had to command the Shinobi Army in battle and lead the Anbu in intelligence warfare. Internally, he had to deal with Konoha's political struggles and keep the affairs of the Land of Fire under control!
Doing all that was already the limit of what he could handle. Where would he find the time and energy to study and research such profound