Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements

Uchiha Amada looked at the purple guaranteed draw on his system panel and made a silent resolution:

"Sooner or later, I have to draw anyway, might as well do it now. A purple item has to be something truly good, right?"

With that thought, he silently triggered the draw in his mind.

In an instant, the mysterious purple lottery wheel began to spin rapidly within his consciousness.

Yutian was filled with tension, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the spinning wheel.

As the wheel gradually slowed, various purple items began to appear; though he couldn't see them clearly, their shapes suggested they were valuable.

Just then, a blinding golden light suddenly erupted from the lottery wheel.

"Holy crap! It hit gold!"

Unable to contain his excitement, Yutian, who had been slumped over his desk, jerked his head up as if electrocuted, nearly jumping out of his seat.

Every eye in the room instantly snapped toward him.

The teacher stopped mid-chalk, frowning in confusion as he looked at the student who was usually just an unremarkable dead-last.

A flicker of imperceptible disdain crossed the teacher's eyes; in his view, a dead-last like Uchiha Amada would undoubtedly meet a dead end once he stepped onto the cruel battlefield.

Seeing the confused gazes of his classmates, Yutian awkwardly twitched his lips into a stiff smile, then quickly slumped back down, burying his face deep in his arms.

Waiting until the students' attention finally returned to the lesson, Yutian took a deep breath, struggled to calm himself, and once again sank his consciousness into the lottery system.

Before him, the mysterious lottery space emerged once more, the golden light slowly receding to reveal the outline of the item within.

"Golden... what could it be?"

He muttered to himself in his heart.

As the light completely dissipated, an ancient, weathered book appeared before his eyes.

On the cover of the book, four bold, archaic characters were written: [Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements].

"This... isn't this one of the Eight Miraculous Skills from Under One Person?"

Yutian exclaimed in his mind, unable to fathom how he had managed to draw a divine skill from another anime world while in the Naruto world.

His mind instantly flooded with the lore of the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements from Under One Person: the ability to efficiently refine and transform matter, forge magical artifacts and pills, and the claim that it could refine all things.

"If I master the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements in the Naruto world..."

Yutian's heart raced again, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

He could already picture himself using the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements to dominate the ninja world and become a legendary powerhouse.

Yutian sat in the classroom, appearing as quiet as usual on the surface, but inside, his heart was pounding like a trapped rabbit, restless and unable to find peace.

His gaze drifted toward the window from time to time, impatient to return home and open that [Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements].

Finally, the bell rang. At that moment, a commotion erupted from the other side of the classroom.

He turned to look and saw Obito clashing with Kakashi again.

Obito stared daggers at Kakashi, his eyes burning with such intensity it was as if he wanted to devour the other boy alive.

At this moment, he was crouched on top of a desk, leaning forward, his face nearly touching Kakashi's.

As for Kakashi, he remained his usual cold and detached self.

With his hands in his pockets and his chin slightly raised, he looked at Obito with a hint of disdain, his expression calm, as if this raging boy wasn't worth a shred of his energy.

Around him, a group of girls chattered away, their eyes filled with adoration and infatuation.

Even Rin Nohara, the girl Obito secretly loved, stood shyly beside Kakashi, stealing glances at him every now and then.

Watching this familiar scene, Yutian couldn't help but chuckle.

The image of Naruto and Sasuke squaring off in the classroom flashed through his mind; it was identical to the sight of Obito and Kakashi right now.

"This scene, I've seen it somewhere before... isn't this the classic iconic moment between Naruto and Sasuke!"

While smiling, Yutian pondered to himself:

"Since that's the case, let me give you a little push."

Yutian adjusted his expression, put on an indifferent look, and strolled slowly toward Obito.

Just as he neared Obito, he deliberately slowed his pace and looked elsewhere, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, as if tripped by something, his body lurched forward, and he barreled straight into Obito's back.

"Whoa!" Yutian feigned a cry of surprise.

At the same time, he reached out as if to steady himself, but accidentally gave Obito a firm shove.

With this, Obito, whose body was already tilted forward from anger, lost his balance and lunged uncontrollably toward Kakashi.

Kakashi, who had been looking at Obito with annoyance, never anticipated such a turn of events.

Before he could react, he felt his mask make contact with something soft and warm, accompanied by Obito's panicked scream.

"Ugh!" Both let out a muffled grunt. The room fell instantly silent; all the girls widened their eyes, mouths agape, their faces etched with shock as if they had witnessed something impossible.

After their brief contact, Obito and Kakashi scrambled apart.

Obito scrubbed his mouth vigorously, retching repeatedly as if he had just tasted something utterly revolting.

"Ugh... you guy, what did you do!"

He roared at Kakashi, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Kakashi's expression turned equally ghastly; his usually fair face was now a shade of leaden blue. Thankful that he was wearing his mask, he felt an immediate urge to teach Obito a lesson.

However, before Kakashi could even make a move, the girls nearby had already reacted.

They shrieked in unison and charged toward Obito.

"You villain, you actually stole Kakashi's first kiss!"

"Unforgivable, we must make you pay the price!"

The girls clamored over one another, their fists raining down upon Obito like a downpour.

Caught off guard by the sudden assault, Obito shielded his head with his arms while shouting for mercy:

"He was wearing a mask! That doesn't count!"

But the girls were blinded by rage, and not a single one of them listened to his explanation.

Only Rin, watching the battered and bruised Obito with a worried expression, gently pushed through the crowd, walked to his side, and crouched down to ask with concern:

"Obito, are you alright?"

Her voice was gentle, and her eyes were filled with care.

Hearing Rin's voice, the anger and grievance on Obito's face softened in an instant.

He looked at Rin, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly into a forced smile:

"I... I'm fine, Rin."

Although his body ached terribly, he felt a warmth in his heart from receiving Rin's concern.