Ninja Tool Throwing

That night.

Inside the room.

Qian once again finished refining chakra, his eyes full of exhaustion as they opened.

Even so, he forced himself to focus and used the chakra he had just recovered to perform the Clone Technique, one of the Three Body Techniques.

Unlike before, his movements were noticeably more practiced now. He could already keep his hand seal time under five seconds.

That was the academy's assessment standard.

But that did not mean he had mastered the technique.

The reason was simple: if it were only about forming hand seals, he could easily meet that requirement.

But that was useless.

When performing a ninjutsu, the most important thing was not the hand seals themselves, but simultaneously mobilizing and transforming chakra throughout the process.

Hand seals merely helped guide that transformation.

If one was skilled enough, a ninja could simplify the process, reducing the number of hand seals required or even forming them with one hand.

Of course, none of that had much to do with Qian for the time being.

Even now, he had yet to gain a basic grasp of the Clone Technique.

Before learning to walk, there was no point thinking about running.

Poof—

A cloud of chakra smoke dispersed, and a twisted figure appeared beside him. It resembled Qian somewhat.

Qian swept an expressionless glance over it, then dispelled the Clone Technique.

After closing his eyes to think for a while, Qian gathered chakra again and began forming hand seals.

Five seconds later, another cloud of chakra smoke dispersed. A phantom shaped like Qian appeared once more, still just as distorted.

Like this, Qian performed the Clone Technique five times in succession. Only after exhausting the chakra in his body did he stop practicing.

Taking a deep breath, Qian summoned the Status Panel.

[Name: Uchiha Qian

Age: 10

Physical Constitution: 5

Spirit: 7

Chakra: 11 (131)

Bloodline: Sharingan · Unawakened (51/100)

Skills: Chakra Refining Technique: lv0 (8/100)

Clone Technique: lv0 (46/100)

Basic Body Technique: lv0 (35/100)]

That night, he had refined chakra for a total of four hours. His Chakra Limit had increased by 4 points, rising from 127 to 131.

During that time, he had recovered a total of two hundred points of chakra.

Each use of the Clone Technique consumed around twenty points of chakra.

That night, he had practiced the Clone Technique ten times.

Thanks to the memories and experience left behind by the original owner of this body, he gained two to three points of Proficiency every time he used the Clone Technique.

Just tonight, he had gained twenty-seven points of Proficiency.

Added to the previous nineteen points, that made forty-six. He was already more than halfway to gaining a basic grasp of it.

Besides that, his "Chakra Refining Technique" had also benefited from the original owner's legacy. It gained two more points of Proficiency than he had previously expected, for a total increase of six points.

At this rate, as long as he kept at it for four hours every day, he could grind it to a basic grasp in roughly half a month.

By then, its effects would surely improve, easing his awkward shortage of chakra.

After that, the rate at which his various skills improved would also increase.

It was not hard to imagine that, as time passed, the rate at which his strength grew would only become faster and faster.

As for now...

He should still take it slow!

Perhaps he could push his body harder and train a few extra hours every day, bringing the "Chakra Refining Technique" to a basic grasp sooner and accelerating his progress.

But what would be the point?

If his guess was correct, he would graduate before long. In such a short time, how much could he possibly improve?

Genin? Chunin? It could not possibly be Jonin, could it?

Besides, even a Jonin could only do so much in a war sweeping across the entire Ninja World.

Changing the outcome of even a local battle would likely be difficult.

Why should he do something so exhausting and thankless?

What was more, he was still an outsider. Rashly increasing his strength would only put him in the spotlight, and someone might seize on a weakness when the time came.

Since that was the case, he might as well proceed step by step!

Shaking his head, Qian stopped thinking about it. He turned and left the room, returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and gazed at the bright moon outside the window before quickly falling into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Afternoon.

The same Training Grounds.

However, Sugi Itto did not have them spar with one another today. Instead, he had them practice throwing kunai and shuriken.

Just like hand-to-hand combat, these two skills were also Genin's primary combat methods. Add the Three Body Technique, and a qualified battlefield cannon fodder was complete.

As for other ninjutsu?

Forget it!

Take Uchiha Qian as an example. His talent was indeed ordinary, but that was only compared to classmates born into Ninja Clans. If he were placed among civilians, his talent would already be considered good.

Had he not transmigrated into this body, there would not have been much chakra in it after graduation—at most, enough to use the Three Body Technique a few times.

If even he was like this, one could imagine the situation of those civilian students.

In that case, learning other ninjutsu would be a complete waste of time.

So it was not that the academy was unwilling to teach more; there simply was no need.

Most students with potential had family inheritances and did not need the academy to teach them. Those with potential but no inheritance would be assigned to the care of capable Jonin, who would instruct them.

As a result, the academy naturally did not need to teach them any more.

Moreover, their batch would most likely graduate early. Their strength would certainly be inferior to previous years', so there was even less need to teach them more.

Thud~

A kunai shot forth and embedded itself directly into the target five meters away.

Seeing this, Qian let out a long breath.

If he had missed again, he truly did not know what he would have done.

Ever since he began practicing, Sugi Itto had frequently glanced his way. It had been the same yesterday when he fought Senmu Zhe.

Qian knew that his performance over the past two days differed greatly from before, and he had already prepared an excuse to brush it off.

Yet unexpectedly, the other party had not even asked a single question, as though he did not care about him as a student at all.

Qian did not know whether he should feel fortunate or hurt.

"Panel!"

With a thought, Qian opened the Proficiency Panel.

[Name: Uchiha Qian

Age: 10

Physical Constitution: 5

Spirit: 7

Chakra: 44 (131)

Bloodline: Sharingan · Unawakened (51/100)

Skills: Chakra Refining Technique: lv0 (8/100)

Clone Technique: lv0 (46/100)

Basic Body Technique: lv0 (35/100)

Ninja Tool Throwing: lv0 (1/100)]

Sure enough, as that kunai hit the target, a new skill appeared on his panel—Ninja Tool Throwing: lv0 (1/100)!

Following the feeling from just now, Qian threw another kunai.

With another thud, the kunai barely struck the target.

Accordingly, the proficiency of "Ninja Tool Throwing" on the panel became lv0 (2/100)!

Seeing the newly added point of proficiency, Qian's eyes lit up. If he was not mistaken, this skill might become the first one he mastered.

The reason was simple: practicing "Ninja Tool Throwing" did not consume chakra. As long as he had not reached his predecessor's level, he could rapidly accumulate proficiency and thereby gain entry into it.

But—

Qian glanced at Sugi Itto in the distance and thought, Would he notice anything suspicious?

With that in mind, Qian retrieved the Kunai and Shuriken he had thrown, then walked over to the ten-meter target and began practicing in earnest.

Even with the experience from earlier, he still missed the target several times.

This undoubtedly slowed the rate at which he accumulated Proficiency, but it was worth it.

After all, when the original owner had practiced on the ten-meter target, he had missed from time to time as well. Though Qian missed somewhat more often now, it was nowhere near as conspicuous as it had been with the five-meter target.

As long as he was given a little time, he would be able to grind up his Proficiency. Then, he would no longer have to worry about giving himself away.