Within the Scope Lies Truth

Complaints aside, being able to master nuclear energy was, at the very least, a trump card.

Even if it couldn't save his life at a critical moment, a desperate counterattack before death would be enough to make Orochimaru suffer.

Furthermore, Uchiha Sora was confident that as long as he handled it properly, even nuclear energy could be put to good use.

With that, Uchiha Sora clicked to purchase without hesitation.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for the successful purchase: Nuclear Fist!"

"A friendly reminder from the system: Ninjutsu is dead, but people are alive. As long as you utilize it well, the effects will be absolutely unimaginable!"

As the prompt ended, Uchiha Sora realized that a new memory had indeed appeared in his mind, containing everything there was to know about the Nuclear Fist.

Even his muscles had formed muscle memory; he subconsciously raised his hand, and a cluster of glowing blue light suddenly emerged from deep within his palm.

The light was warm and lacked heat, illuminating Uchiha Sora's entire body in blue, making the scene look quite "nuclearly harmonious."

At the same time, Uchiha Sora felt one-third of his chakra being drained away, leaving him nearly collapsed.

"Phew! Nuclear energy... I never thought nuclear energy would appear in the ninja world. I just wonder, how does this sliver of nuclear energy compare to a Tailed Beast Bomb in terms of strength?"

Uchiha Sora's breathing was somewhat rapid, fearing that a single mistake might detonate the nuclear energy.

"Let me try it now... If my idea is correct and I control it well, I can consider myself to have a trump card!"

Uchiha Sora's eyes flickered as he casually pulled out a bullet.

That's right, Uchiha Sora intended to pack the nuclear energy into a bullet.

The reason it wasn't a grenade was that Uchiha Sora understood that no matter how strong his arm was, he couldn't throw one further than three kilometers. If the explosion radius covered his own range, he would still be courting death.

In comparison, a bullet was faster and had a longer range. The saying that truth lies within the range of a cannon was a classic for a reason.

Immediately after, Uchiha Sora proceeded with extreme caution. First, he infused a sliver of primer with chakra to ensure the bullet could detonate properly.

Then, he used chakra to bore a small hole in the bullet head and carefully placed that sliver of pale blue nuclear energy inside.

Throughout the entire process, Uchiha Sora didn't dare to breathe, terrified that a shaky hand would turn him into the first ninja in the history of Konoha Village to be killed by a nuclear bomb.

If that happened, future generations might even be able to extract a sliver of nuclear energy from his remains.

Shaking his head, Uchiha Sora continued his delicate work, and soon, fine beads of sweat began to seep from his forehead.

Fortunately, after half an incense stick's worth of cautious operation, a bullet emitting a blue glow lay in the depths of Uchiha Sora's palm.

Success!

"Damn, finally succeeded. Although it's only a sliver of nuclear energy, not much, if it were to fully detonate, the power would be at least comparable to several hundred tons of TNT!"

As Uchiha Sora spoke, he quickly tucked it into his storage space.

He understood that this thing was radioactive; it was definitely not something to carry on his person!

With a trump card in hand, Uchiha Sora felt more confident. As he walked toward the village, he calculated his current combat strength in his mind.

"First, the Gatling Gun is my main weapon. I have over fifteen thousand rounds of ammunition. According to my calculations, if I fire continuously, it should last for about an incense stick's worth of time."

"Under normal circumstances, it should be enough to kill a group of Jonin... Secondly, there are several grenades, which are useful for close-quarters combat!"

"Combined with the Sharingan, plus my current chakra and taijutsu, I should be able to unleash impressive combat power!"

Uchiha Sora smiled confidently, feeling assured about the upcoming battle.

He knew very well that his combat strength was not just reflected in science.

The Sharingan, the gunpowder-infused chakra granted by the system, his chakra reserves nearing Jonin level, and the top-tier taijutsu he practiced whenever he had free time—these were all part of his combat strength!

Only by combining them with scientific weapons at critical moments could he exert his full power.

This was what one might call a well-rounded development in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor.

Meanwhile, outside Konoha Village, on a remote forest path.

A figure in an extremely wretched state crawled out of the bushes. His body was covered in the smell of charred flesh, and he looked as if he had just been deep-fried; there wasn't a single intact patch of skin on him.

He staggered as he walked, skin fragments falling to the ground with every step. After walking a few more paces, he finally collapsed helplessly to the ground.

But a moment later, the man's mouth split open, and a brand-new body crawled out from within. Accompanied by a large amount of mucus, he struggled to stand up, his face filled with lingering fear.

It was none other than Orochimaru!

"Damn it! Are the brats in Konoha Village all this strong? Could it be that the entire Uchiha Clan is made up of perverts?"

At this moment, Orochimaru still hadn't fully recovered, remaining in a state of utter bewilderment.

Originally, he had infiltrated Konoha Village simply to snatch the bloodline of the Uchiha Clan and cultivate it into his own vessel.

What was wrong with that?

But who could have imagined that Uchiha Sora would be such a freak, wielding something he didn't recognize, yet managing to suppress him the entire time!

To make matters worse, he had never seen it before and was caught completely off guard. Under the sneak attack, he had been blown into a state of semi-paralysis.

As Orochimaru thought about it, his anger grew, and he wished he could capture Uchiha Sora right now to study him.

"Damn it... what exactly was that? Some kind of ninja tool, or a characteristic awakened by that brat's Sharingan? I have a feeling he must have been using chakra during the fight."

"But that trace of chakra couldn't possibly have triggered such a terrifying explosion. What on earth was it!"

Orochimaru's eyes were bloodshot, yet his heart was filled with even greater greed.

He felt that Uchiha Sora seemed even more enticing than Sasuke.

This kid is so gifted; possessing his body might be even more worthwhile than Sasuke's. Perhaps I could even obtain that power!

But relying on myself alone shouldn't be enough... I must notify the organization immediately and have them accelerate the plan!

A short while later, outside the sand-swept village of Sunagakure.

Two mysterious figures wearing conical hats and black cloaks with red clouds stood there, their gazes cold.

One of them was none other than Orochimaru.

"Deidara, are you certain Sunagakure has reached an agreement with you all?"

Deidara curled his lip, clearly skeptical.

"Of course, Sunagakure isn't exactly united; they have traitors among them, and we've already reached an understanding... But never mind that, are you saying that Uchiha kid is truly so miraculous that he could make you explode out of thin air?"

Orochimaru nodded bitterly.

"That's right. Even now, thinking back on it, I still don't understand the principle. It must be a ninjutsu similar to the Sharingan..."

However, before Orochimaru could finish, Deidara's face lit up with excitement, and he grabbed Orochimaru's hand!

"Really! Creating art out of thin air! That's amazing! You must take me to see him!"

"No... I'm going with you on this mission! I want to capture him alive; this is a talent who possesses artistic cells just like me!"

Before he could finish, however, a cold voice drifted from behind them.