Spectator

After finishing his morning training, Amada walked toward the Ninja Academy with a light, brisk step.

At this moment, he deeply felt the tremendous changes the lottery system had brought him.

As he walked, Amada spotted Obito's figure in the distance.

Obito was wearing his signature outfit as always, walking down the street with his head held high and chest puffed out.

Amada quickened his pace to meet him, greeting him with a smile:

"Morning, Obito!"

Hearing the voice, Obito turned his head. Seeing it was Amada, a smile appeared on his face as he replied:

"Yo, Amada, you seem to be in a good mood today!"

The two walked side by side, heading toward the Ninja Academy.

As they walked, Amada couldn't help but observe Obito.

He noticed that Obito was a bit different today; his face was brimming with a confident smile, and his eyes held an eager excitement, as if he were fully prepared for the upcoming combat sparring.

"Obito, you seem exceptionally happy today. Did something good happen?"

Amada couldn't help but ask. Obito chuckled, patted his own chest, and said:

"Of course! In today's sparring match, I'm going to make that guy Kakashi see what I'm really capable of!"

Watching Obito's display of absolute confidence, Amada secretly guessed

that Obito must have some sort of ace up his sleeve to be so sure of himself.

Before long, the two arrived at the entrance of the Ninja Academy.

At this moment, Asuma and Kurenai Yuhi were standing at the gate, chatting.

Recalling the cultivation insights for Genjutsu he had just drawn for the adult Kurenai Yuhi, Amada couldn't help but take a few extra looks at her.

Kurenai Yuhi keenly sensed Amada's gaze and instinctively turned her head.

As their eyes met, Amada's gaze held a hint of curiosity and inquiry, while Kurenai Yuhi was slightly startled, a blush instantly creeping onto her cheeks.

She instinctively lowered her head.

Although Amada had always been regarded as a dead-last at the academy, thanks to the excellent genes of the Uchiha clan, he was handsome and refined, with looks not inferior to Kakashi's.

Amada's gaze shifted away from Kurenai Yuhi and inadvertently landed on Asuma.

He keenly captured a flicker of imperceptible anger on Asuma's face;

the slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips seemed to speak of his inner dissatisfaction.

Amada pondered to himself, judging by Asuma's expression, he was likely angry because he had looked at Kurenai Yuhi a few times too many.

A dead-last like him daring to look at the girl he favored would inevitably cause him displeasure.

Stepping through the school gates, Might Guy's vibrant, energetic figure immediately came into view.

He was seen striding inside while continuously throwing punches and kicks.

For Guy, such training had long since been integrated into his daily life.

Amada continued walking into the school, encountering several students from the Uchiha clan along the way.

The moment his gaze met theirs, he keenly sensed something strange in their eyes.

The faces of those Uchiha students carried a hint of contempt, their eyes filled with disdain, as if conveying their dissatisfaction with him and Obito, the two dead-lasts.

Amada understood in his heart that in their eyes, his and Obito's performance was undoubtedly a disgrace to the Uchiha clan.

However, Amada didn't care about this at all; after transmigrating into this world, he didn't have much emotional attachment to the Uchiha clan, so naturally, he wouldn't let these people's opinions affect his mood.

"Is this the ability of a Spectator?"

Amada pondered silently in his heart.

In the past, he would never have had such keen observation and psychological analysis skills.

Now, he could discern the surface thoughts of others from their subtle facial changes; this feeling was both marvelous and fresh.

He suddenly realized that after drinking the [Spectator] potion, his perception and analytical abilities had improved.

This was perhaps the subtle influence of the potion, and this was only the beginning.

In the academy classroom, as the theory lesson began, Amada intended to slump over his desk and sleep to pass the time.

In the past, those complex ninjutsu theories and obscure tactical analyses had made him shrink back, unable to muster the slightest interest.

However, as the teacher's familiar voice began to echo through the classroom, Amada unexpectedly discovered that something was wrong.

His drowsy head suddenly snapped to attention the moment he heard those theoretical concepts.

What surprised him even more was that the content, which had once seemed like an incomprehensible heavenly script, now sounded clear and easy to understand, and he could even grasp parts of it with effortless ease.

Amada was startled, subconsciously sitting up straight, his eyes filled with confusion and pleasant surprise.

But he quickly reacted, lying back down without changing his expression, feigning sleep while actually pricking up his ears, listening to the teacher's explanation with full concentration.

He even methodically analyzed and organized every knowledge point the teacher presented.

In this process, Amada felt as if he had opened a brand-new door;

the concepts and principles that had previously given him such a headache now all made perfect sense.

He could not only keep up with the teacher's train of thought but also draw inferences in his mind, connecting different points of knowledge together.

Is this also a change brought about by the Spectator potion?

Amada marveled to himself.

He finally understood why the system had rated the [Spectator] potion as purple quality.

This miraculous potion not only granted him keen observational abilities but also significantly enhanced his learning capacity.

The more Amada thought about it, the more excited he became; he knew what such an improvement in ability meant for him.

He even felt that, given the massive changes brought by this potion, rating it as orange quality would not have been an exaggeration.

On the Ninja Academy training ground.

All the students in Amada's class stood in two neat rows in the center of the field.

Their faces were brimming with excitement and anticipation, their eyes sparkling with an eagerness to prove themselves, because this practical combat lesson was the perfect opportunity for them to show off in front of their peers.

Obito stood in the ranks, his eyes locked onto Kakashi not far away, his gaze filled with provocation.

It was as if he were declaring to Kakashi:

"Today, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes!"

Yet Kakashi remained his usual cold and indifferent self, hands tucked into his pockets, chin slightly raised, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain, as if to say:

"You, wanting to challenge me?"

The atmosphere between the two was tense, as if sparks would fly at any second.

As the practical combat was about to begin, the teacher stood in the center of the field, holding a paper with the list of matchups, and announced in a loud, clear voice:

"First match, Kurenai Yuhi versus Shizune!"

The combatants were actually arranged by the teacher in advance, usually pairing those of similar strength together.

However, this was not absolute; some privileged individuals would be paired with weaker opponents to give them a chance to shine.

Although some of them would become famous jonin in the future, they were all just children for now.

Most of the duels were just flailing fists, with very few able to use ninjutsu.

Once it started, their duel resembled a common children's scuffle, waving their fists at each other, trying to land a hit.