Chapter 1

Saitama felt that life was not easy!

Despite having transmigrated into a prestigious family in Konoha and bearing a prominent surname, the sense of loneliness was impossible to shake off whenever he returned to his empty mansion.

In the vast courtyard, there were only Saitama and Granny Xiang, who looked after him.

Other relatives?

As a transmigrator, Saitama was destined to be alone.

When he first arrived in this world, at less than three years old, he had inherited everything left behind by his parents who had passed away early—a mansion in a prime location in Konoha and a substantial inheritance.

In the blink of an eye, he had become the wealthy man he had dreamed of in his past life, easily achieving goals that were once out of reach.

Now five years old, Saitama heard from Granny Xiang that the clan was going to send him to the Ninja Academy.

It was indeed time to start school!

In the evening, having played all day, Saitama pushed open the dark courtyard gate. Although his body was tired, his steps were exceptionally light.

The aroma and clinking sounds drifting from the kitchen told him he had returned at just the right time.

Neither too early nor too late—he was a master of time management!

He walked toward the kitchen with a grin, suddenly remembering the boy he had met that afternoon.

Was his name Shisui?

Memories flashed back to the afternoon—

Saitama was strutting down the streets of the Uchiha clan grounds, clutching a meat skewer he had bought from a dumpling shop.

He was gnawing on the skewer while observing the street scene, feeling he had reached the peak of his childhood life.

That was until he discovered a little tail peeking and poking behind him.

"Hey, little shrimp!" Saitama flicked the finished bamboo skewer backward.

"Ouch!" Uchiha Shisui couldn't dodge in time and took it right on the forehead.

"Following me?" Saitama asked vaguely while chewing on a dumpling.

Shisui stared at the skewer on the ground, his eyes drifting. "The road is wide, who's following you?"

Ha, kid! If I hadn't seen you secretly swallowing your saliva, I almost would have believed you.

"Is that so? I was going to treat you to some dumplings, but it seems I thought too much."

Saitama put on a look of regret, his tone tinged with a bit of disappointment.

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned his back, making a move to leave.

"Wait, really?"

A cheerful inquiry came from behind him.

The corners of Saitama's mouth curled up subtly.

He spun around suddenly and shoved the remaining dumplings into his mouth all at once.

"Of course it's true!"

He kept a straight face, watching with interest as the boy's features slowly twisted into a knot.

Shisui stared at this guy who had just said he would share, only to gobble up all the dumplings the next second, his cheek twitching involuntarily.

"You... you..."

Young Shisui felt his brain circuits had suddenly tied themselves into a knot.

"What's wrong, little shrimp?"

Even though the other boy looked to be the same age as him, Saitama, whose mental age was already at an uncle's level, was still used to using this nickname.

He nonchalantly picked his teeth with a bamboo skewer while sizing up the pouting little bean in front of him.

"You clearly said you were going to share with me!"

"You didn't speak up just now, so I thought you weren't interested."

Section Two

Saitama's twisted logic sounded perfectly justified.

Shisui was dizzy from this sophistry; his five years of life experience were completely unable to handle it.

"What's your name? I'll treat you next time."

As a second-generation rich kid, Saitama said it nonchalantly.

Looking at the kid's coarse cloth clothes, he guessed he was just an ordinary family in the clan.

"Really?" Shisui's ear tips turned red, and his eyes shone as if stars had fallen into them.

"Piece of cake!"

Saitama flicked the toothpick away and, just as he was about to leave, turned back. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Me? I'm Shisui, Uchiha Shisui! I live in that house at the end of the street!"

The boy pointed to the distance without hesitation, smiling until his eyes disappeared.

"Got it, noted." Saitama waved his hand. "I'm Uchiha Saitama."

The moment he turned away, his expression suddenly became colorful.

He just happened to bump into a future celebrity?

"Shisui of the Body Flicker... that's a loud title."

Thinking of the child's naive appearance just now, Saitama couldn't help but click his tongue.

Interesting!

"Saitama, you're back!"

Uchiha Kaori was setting the table when she looked up and saw the figure strolling into the courtyard.

This gray-haired woman was originally a nanny arranged by the clan to look after orphans, but she had long since come to cherish Saitama like her own grandson. And Saitama always maintained respect for this old woman who had taken on the role of a mother.

"Yeah, I'm back, Granny Kaori."

"What are you daydreaming about? You're smiling so happily."

Uchiha Kaori noticed the smile on Saitama's lips and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, I met an interesting clansman this afternoon, quite fun!"

Saitama washed his hands and skillfully served the rice, handing it to Uchiha Kaori.

"Making more friends is a good thing; at your age, that's exactly what you should be doing."

Uchiha Kaori took the bowl, her eyes filled with kindness.

Saitama served himself a bowl and sat down opposite Uchiha Kaori.

Even though his mental age was already mature, he insisted on taking care of himself, not wanting to let Uchiha Kaori, who looked after him, worry too much.

In life, no one is obligated to spoil anyone—though for him, this was already the second time around.

"Eat while it's hot, it's all your favorite. Today, Granny specifically went to the market to buy pork knuckles, stewed according to the method you mentioned before."

Uchiha Kaori tucked a few strands of silver hair behind her ear, her smile gentle.

"Granny Xiang, you eat too, it smells delicious!"

Saitama's praise made Uchiha Kaori laugh out loud.

Dinner ended in a warm atmosphere, and the empty courtyard seemed to be tinged with warmth.

When clearing the table, Saitama took the initiative to handle the chores.

He knew Uchiha Kaori was advanced in age and her health was gradually declining, so he silently took over these trivial matters.

Uchiha Kaori was long accustomed to his thoughtfulness; this reliance on being treated like family made her feel deeply comforted.

"Get some rest early." After Uchiha Kaori finished her instructions, she went back to her room.

"You sleep first, I'll be in my room in a moment."

Watching her back disappear, Saitama sat back down on the cushion.

"The Ninja Academy is opening soon, I should make some preparations..."

As the night deepened, a depth of thought beyond his age flashed in his eyes.

This transmigration was no accident, but the result of a deal with a certain existence.

The promised "strongest talent"—the ability to evolve and adapt—was precisely his foundation for standing in the ninja world.

Previously, because he was too young, he had never touched the ninjutsu scrolls left by his parents.

But at this moment, the restlessness could no longer be suppressed.

"Just tonight, I'll see this ninja world with my own eyes."

Saitama stood up and left the room, slowly climbing the stairs.

This three-story residence had a clear layout: the first floor contained the kitchen, living room, storage room, and Granny Xiang's guest room; the second floor was Saitama's living quarters and a spare guest room; the top floor held the ninja legacy left by his late parents, including ninjutsu scrolls and training notes.

Granny Xiang originally lived on the second floor with Saitama to look after him, but as she grew old and frail, and as Saitama grew increasingly ** , she moved to the first floor.

Stepping onto the third floor, Saitama stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

The door was noticeably sturdier than those downstairs, hinting at the value of what was hidden inside. He lifted the doormat to retrieve the key and pushed the door open.

The room was filled with the scent of ink and the unique smell of ancient books, yet there was no musty odor from being closed for a long time—a result of Saitama's habit of regular cleaning.

Although he had never studied these classics before, he maintained the habit of flipping through them.

Lighting the lamp and gently closing the door, Saitama skillfully unfolded the scroll on the desk and read with focus.

The title on the cover read: Chakra Refinement Technique.

The scroll recorded the very method of refining chakra!

What was the foundation of a ninja?

It had to be chakra!

Saitama firmly believed that chakra was the chasm separating mortals from ninjas.

Regarding the origin of chakra, the scrolls and his knowledge from a past life led him to categorize it into three components:

First, the one hundred and thirty trillion cells in the human body all possessed the ability to store and generate chakra; the secret technique described in this scroll was precisely for stimulating that cellular energy.

The second was spiritual energy.

The third was natural energy.

For now, Saitama could only touch the first type—chakra derived from somatic cells.

He had studied this Chakra Refinement Technique over ten times, and the content was already etched into his heart.

His photographic memory ensured he remembered every essential detail, yet he had never put it into practice.

Finishing his review, Saitama closed his eyes and recited silently.

The regularly cleaned tatami mats emitted a clean scent.

Adjusting his breathing and relaxing his entire body, Saitama gradually entered the state of "Zen meditation" described in the scroll.

All was silent, and the lake of his heart grew calm.

It felt as if endless energy was surging within his body.

Saitama felt it quietly. There was no wind in the room, yet his seated form perceived wisps of warm air flowing around him.

It was as warm as the winter sun, spilling onto his slightly cool skin!

Was this chakra?

Saitama's heart was filled with excitement.

Touching this mysterious energy for the first time, an indescribable feeling surged within him.

Although he knew his talent was exceptional, actually refining chakra was a completely different experience.

Following the scroll's guidance, he used his intent to lead this wisp of "warm current" slowly toward his dantian in his abdomen.

The dantian was the destination for chakra. New energy needed to circulate along the abdomen—

This action could stabilize the chakra's trajectory and prevent chaos, while also expanding the dantian's capacity through the continuous inflow of energy.

When the first wisp of chakra was injected into his dantian,

Saitama officially stepped into the ninja world.

From this moment on, was Saitama a trainee ninja?

After the first successful attempt, the subsequent process became increasingly smooth.

He continuously refined energy from his limbs and bones, gathering it into his dantian.

The warmth grew thicker, and his seated posture became even more relaxed.

His exceptional talent allowed him to condense chakra as naturally as breathing.

A skill that would take an ordinary person a week of bitter training to master,

took Saitama only a flick of a finger.

Whether it was meditation or energy refinement, everything flowed as if by instinct.

When Saitama opened his eyes again and stretched his legs,

the energy in his body had reached saturation.

His meridians were filled with a sense of satiation,

like a cat basking in the warm sun all day long.

His young body had limited capacity after all.

Moving his legs, which felt no soreness or numbness,

he neatly packed away his tools to prepare for rest.

Though he did not know how much time had passed,

a growing body required a regular schedule.

To damage one's foundation for the sake of greedily training,

would that not be putting the cart before the horse?

Closing the door, the boy stepped into the moonlight and climbed the stairs.

The night was deep, likely nearing midnight. Saitama had finished dinner around seven in the evening; refining chakra had actually taken several hours.

It was time to sleep. Tomorrow he had to find Uchiha Shisui for their appointment. Since he had promised to treat him to three-colored dango, he had to keep his word.

He climbed the stairs, washed his face and feet, changed into the dinosaur-print pajamas Granny Xiang had bought, and soon drifted into a dream.

"I must wake up early tomorrow, lest I hear Granny Xiang's nagging."

At the first light of dawn, the rustling downstairs woke Saitama.

The elderly Granny Xiang was a light sleeper and rose at the hour of the tiger to prepare breakfast.

Barely prying his eyelids open, he looked through the gap in the curtains to see the horizon just beginning to turn a fish-belly white, likely around the hour of the rabbit.

Dragging himself through changing and washing, the boy strolled downstairs.

On the table sat seaweed rice balls topped with pork loin, exactly the breakfast Saitama loved. Uchiha Kaori always doted on her grandson, so she naturally satisfied such cravings whenever possible.

After finishing breakfast and saying goodbye to his grandmother, Saitama strolled out the door.

The streets in the morning mist were sparsely populated, with only a few on-duty Uchiha clansmen patrolling while yawning repeatedly. This clan had held the Konoha Military Police Force for generations; clansmen were required to take up their posts upon graduating from the ninja academy, and they rarely participated in village affairs—though there were naturally exceptions.

Saitama's residence was located in the southern corner of the clan grounds. Although it was not in the core area, it was still within the hub of Konoha. At this time, there was still some time before the Nine-Tails' Rebellion, and the Uchiha Clan had not yet been ostracized and moved to the outskirts of the village.