Please Trample Me As You Wish

"Why can't they see you, but I can?" the fox-boy asked Kyogawa, puzzled.

"Maybe it's because I'm an angel, ha-ha!" Kyogawa laughed heartily.

The fox-boy tilted his head, his clear blue eyes wide as he asked:

"What is an angel?"

"An angel is a deity that only the strongest and kindest children can see!"

"You are the strongest child, which is why only you can see me." Kyogawa patted the child's head, suddenly hearing the notification sound: <strong>[Affection Value +10]</strong>.

Even though he was in a dream, Kyogawa subconsciously continued to ruffle the fox-boy's golden hair.

Gold should have been a dazzling color, but the boy's hair before him was dry, knotted, and lacked any luster, making him look malnourished.

The fox-boy's stomach suddenly growled, and he scratched his head in embarrassment, letting out a sheepish laugh.

After learning that the fox-boy hadn't eaten all day, Kyogawa took him to catch fish and taught him his own techniques for doing so.

The fox-boy followed Kyogawa's lead and quickly learned how to catch fish.

The two sat on the bank to roast the fish, and after eating their fill, they lay down on the grass.

"Thank you, Angel Brother, I'm so full today!"

"Kid, if anyone bullies you in the future, just fight them. If you win, no one will dare to bully you again."

Kyogawa looked at the stars in the sky, unable to help but think of his past life. If one does not become strong, one will only be bullied even more miserably.

Kyogawa thought that perhaps this boy was truly a figment of his imagination, created to make up for his own childhood.

After Kyogawa finished speaking, his vision gradually blurred; the dream was coming to an end.

"I understand, thank you, Angel Brother."

"I will definitely become Hokage! I will definitely earn everyone's love!"

"My name is ****"

The last sentence was very muffled; Kyogawa failed to hear the fox-boy's name.

After Kyogawa vanished, the fox-boy remained lying on the grass, his blue eyes fixed on the night sky, shimmering with brilliant starlight.

For several days, Senju Kyogawa couldn't recall the contents of the dream, but soon, he had no time to think about such things anyway.

In this ninja world filled with the smoke of war, there are no children once born into a ninja clan; every clansman is a ninja.

Although Kyogawa had never been well-regarded by the Senju clan, now that he had been released, he had to shoulder his share of the responsibilities as a Senju ninja.

Senju Kyogawa began his training. Naturally, even though he wasn't favored by the Senju clansmen, he was still the son of Senju Butsuma, and the training he was expected to endure was several times that of the other clansmen.

Senju Butsuma personally taught Kyogawa ninjutsu.

But clearly, having been locked away like a monster for four years, Senju Kyogawa lacked the physical stamina to practice ninjutsu; he couldn't even extract chakra.

Although the training was grueling, Senju Kyogawa still hoped to learn ninjutsu—not just to look cool or out of curiosity, but to survive properly in this strange world.

However, Kyogawa could feel the massive amount of chakra within his body, yet every time he tried to circulate it, he felt some force preventing that energy from being released.

It was like someone who had walked through a desert for weeks finally finding a vast freshwater lake, only to find they couldn't get a single drop into their mouth.

Senju Kyogawa never believed he truly lacked talent for ninjutsu, so he kept trying to learn.

But no matter how he followed the methods Senju Butsuma taught him to circulate chakra, he couldn't use it, not even the most basic Three Body Technique.

After lunch, Senju Kyogawa lay listlessly on the table, staring blankly at Senju Kawarama and Itama, who were sparring intensely outside the door.

Watching his two brothers perform flashy ninjutsu, Senju Kyogawa shed tears of envy, jealousy, and hatred in his heart.

The warm midday sun spilled outside the door, and as Senju Kyogawa sat in the shadows, he viciously tugged at the fur of a small rabbit.

Senju Hashirama walked over, pressed his hand onto Senju Kyogawa's short white hair, and rubbed it, asking, "Why is little Kyogawa so down?"

Hearing the system notification <strong>[Affection Value +6]</strong>, Senju Kyogawa rubbed his head against Senju Hashirama's palm, feeling the ache in his heart ease slightly.

"I'm just envious that Brother Kawarama and Brother Itama can learn ninjutsu. Father says I might not have the talent for being a ninja."

Senju Kyogawa played the victim to Senju Hashirama, his long eyelashes drooping slightly; the look of dejection made Senju Hashirama feel a pang of heartache.

"If you can't do ninjutsu, then you can't. Big Brother will take care of you in the future; who would dare bully you then?" Senju Hashirama said to Senju Kyogawa with an air of dominance.

At this moment, Senju Tobirama walked over and said coldly:

"Big Brother, you can't take care of Kyogawa forever. The war situation is so tense right now, and we are constantly preparing to go to the battlefield. If Kyogawa can't protect himself, who will be able to guard him for a lifetime?"

Hearing Senju Tobirama's words, Senju Hashirama immediately became dejected, his entire presence seeming to fade in color.

Senju Tobirama was already used to Senju Hashirama's tendency to become depressed at the drop of a hat, so he said to Senju Kyogawa, "Come, I'll teach you ninjutsu."

Senju Kyogawa jumped up in excitement, and the rabbit in his hands finally escaped his clutches, leaping lightly to the ground.

Senju Tobirama told Senju Kyogawa to circulate his chakra once and then perform the Clone Technique.

Just like before, as soon as Senju Kyogawa tried to circulate his chakra, he felt as if something was blocking it inside his body. The circulation was extremely difficult, and his meridians felt sluggish and obstructed.

Kyogawa tried to break through this barrier, but the more he tried, the stronger the obstruction felt. Before long, cold sweat broke out on Kyogawa's forehead.

It was only when a thin layer of blue chakra barely shimmered over his body that Kyogawa changed his hand gestures and began to weave signs.

A wobbly, extremely pale clone was summoned, but it dissipated before even two seconds had passed.

By now, Kyogawa was utterly exhausted. He lowered his hands and said weakly to Tobirama, "Brother Tobirama, that's how it is. It feels like my chakra pathways are all blocked, and even the clones I manage to force out can't last."

Ever since Kyogawa began circulating his chakra, Senju Tobirama and Senju Hashirama had been frowning, watching him with grave expressions.

"Ah, is it because his chakra reserves are too low, Tobirama?" Hashirama turned to ask Tobirama, hoping to get an answer from him.

Tobirama had been studying ninjutsu and chakra since he was a child, and seeing this, Kyogawa couldn't help but pin his hopes on him.

After a moment of contemplation, Tobirama slowly shook his head and said, "I can't be certain of the cause, but it shouldn't be because his chakra reserves are too low."

"Is there really no other way? It seems I truly am unable to learn ninjutsu," Kyogawa said with a dejected face.

Seeing this, Kawarama and Itama immediately crowded around to comfort the crestfallen Kyogawa, saying in unison, "Don't worry, Kyogawa, we will definitely protect you."

Hashirama ruffled Kyogawa's hair and laughed, "Don't be so serious!"

Tobirama added, "Don't worry too much; I'll study it and see."

Hearing his brothers' words, a warm current instantly surged through Kyogawa's heart.

Ever since he transmigrated, the ninja world, so vastly different from his previous life, always gave him a sense of detachment. He often felt as if he were living inside a game, and only in the moments spent with his family did he feel a sense of reality.

The warm spring breeze brushed past, plucking at the heartstrings of the soul from another world.

A few days later, Senju Butsuma gradually gave up on teaching Kyogawa ninjutsu. However, clearly unable to abandon any Senju clansman who could potentially become a combat asset, he began training Kyogawa's physical fitness to the point of death, hoping that Kyogawa might at least show some promise in taijutsu.

Fortunately, possessing the Senju bloodline, Kyogawa was clearly well-suited for the path of taijutsu. Although he remained malnourished, his stamina and physical reflexes were superior to those of most ninjas.

Moreover, Kyogawa's innate, powerful recovery abilities, combined with the Intermediate Healing Jutsu obtained through "cuddle points," could quickly restore him to his optimal state.

However, being trained to death by Butsuma every day, Kyogawa couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Even an iron man couldn't withstand being put through the wringer like this by Butsuma!

Kyogawa complained to his four brothers about Butsuma, hoping to receive a little comfort.

"Father values you highly, Kyogawa, so you must keep working hard!" his fourth brother, Itama, said, looking at Kyogawa with encouraging eyes.

Clearly, his brothers, who were all ninjas, could not empathize with Kyogawa, who had been an ordinary person in his past life.

Kyogawa was on the verge of tears, but he could only work harder to farm "cuddle points" from his brothers, hoping to draw a skill that could alleviate his suffering.

In a state of agitation, Kyogawa tapped the card-draw button.

A flash of golden light swept by, and a card appeared in Kyogawa's hand.

--Pain Adjustment Card!