"Lord Orochimaru, things have been very quiet on the Sunagakure front lately!"
This was Suifeng's second month at the Sunagakure front. He had been serving by Orochimaru's side as an Anbu, keeping his identity hidden, never taking credit, and obeying Orochimaru's every order. He had completely embraced the role of a tool. Why? Did you think he was just a sycophant lusting after the body of a cross-dressing hottie?
He was learning!
Learning made me happy!
Learning helped me improve!
As a transmigrator, he had inherited everything Uchiha Suifeng had known, but that Uchiha Suifeng had only been an eight-year-old kid. Apart from some training methods and the pride of his clan, what did he know? In his previous life, Suifeng had been a shut-in. Apart from reading, gaming, and watching a lot of "yamete kudasai," he had also picked up plenty of knowledge that didn't fit this world and might not even be useful.
What you learn online always feels shallow; to truly understand something, you have to put it into practice.
If you wanted a good life, you had to study hard and improve every day.
Did he really think that having the Mangekyo would make everyone answer his call, tremble at his presence, and bow down before him? That people would do whatever he told them to?
The last Uchiha who thought that way was still stuck with tubes shoved into him in some dark ditch!
By staying at Orochimaru's side, he had learned a lot: how to manage people and affairs, how to give orders and keep subordinates in line, how to deploy forces on the battlefield, how to organize and patrol, how to deal with powerful opponents and harass the enemy, how to prepare for small- and medium-scale battles, and how to handle supplies and