You Think You're Worthy?

That night, at home.

Xiu flipped through the Flying Thunder God scroll, his brows tightly furrowed.

He had already learned the Eight Gates. With the traits of his immortal body, he would be able to use the Eighth Gate indefinitely after adapting to it a little.

Impure World Reincarnation was not particularly difficult either. As long as the formation was inscribed correctly, he could basically avoid mistakes by following the casting procedure.

It was the kind of technique where knowing how to use it was enough; understanding the principles was best, but even without understanding them, he could still use it as long as he knew the procedure.

But Flying Thunder God was different. He had to understand its principles before he could master it.

Furthermore, the user needed sensory talent, space-time talent, and sufficiently sharp reflexes.

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He had sensory talent. As for space-time talent, Xiu believed he possessed that as well.

This was not blind confidence. In this life after transmigrating, his talents had been exceptional in every regard. After obtaining the Super-Evolution Immortal Body, his talents had become increasingly monstrous with each evolution of his body.

Naruto needed several thousand Shadow Clones to master wind-nature chakra transformation, while Xiu had mastered it in less than ten minutes.

As for the Rasengan, it was something he could learn after a single glance. There was no difficulty at all.

But Flying Thunder God...

It felt utterly abstract to him!

It contained key points from multiple fields, including space-time, sealing, and sensory perception. It was practically the ultimate patchwork monster among Ninjutsu.

Sensory perception accounted for the smallest portion, yet it was also the most indispensable link.

Next came sealing—or rather, the branch of sealing techniques involving Cursed Seals.

Then there was the core aspect: space-time...

The principles of Flying Thunder God were somewhat similar to the Summoning Technique. It directly acted upon two points in space, so its chakra consumption was not affected by distance. Instead, it was determined by factors such as the size of the transferred target and the amount of chakra involved.

Looking at the scroll covered in tadpole-like markings, Xiu felt his head spin.

So he casually tossed the scroll aside.

With his current knowledge, he could not make sense of the thing for now. After all, he had never encountered any of the key concepts written on it.

After some thought, Xiu decided to wait until his Shadow Clones had crammed up on the relevant knowledge.

After washing his face, Xiu was about to turn off the lights and sleep when his brows faintly twitched. In a flash, he appeared at the entryway.

Click...

The door opened, revealing a tall figure standing outside.

"Need something?"

Xiu spoke coldly as he looked at Uchiha Fugaku's expressionless face.

Uchiha Fugaku's mouth twitched, and cracks seemed to appear in his stern expression.

When he had delivered Ninjutsu to this brat last time, he could tell that Xiu rejected him, but at least the boy had still called him Clan Head.

This time, he had simply skipped the form of address altogether!

"Xiu, it seems you have quite an opinion of me as clan head?"

Fugaku tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying his best to project the magnanimity of a mature man.

But that stiff smile and emotionless tone looked less like kindness to Xiu and more like an interrogation.

"Huh? What are you talking about? You showed up at my doorstep in the middle of the night without a word. Who exactly has an issue with whom here?"

Xiu's eyes widened slightly. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan glowed scarlet beneath the moonlight, and the surging power in his eyes stirred restlessly.

"...You misunderstood. That wasn't what I meant."

Fugaku's expression stiffened. Only then did he realize that Xiu had taken his words as a provocation, and he could not help but smile bitterly.

They said the Uchiha produced handsome men, but unfortunately, their clan head was not among them.

Not only was he not handsome, he looked somewhat fierce.

Combined with his naturally gloomy personality, even when he did not make an expression, people often thought he was angry.

That was how he had earned the nickname—Fierce-Eyed Fugaku!

The title sounded quite imposing, but for an Uchiha, it was no different from calling him ugly outright.

Realizing this, he softened his tone slightly. "What I mean is, you seem to have some objections toward me. Have I done something poorly as clan head?"

"Huh?" Xiu froze as well. "Have you... done anything well?"

"..."

Fugaku's face darkened. Damn it, there was no way to continue this conversation!

Seeing Fugaku remain silent with a dark face, Xiu looked impatient. "Speak. What do you want from me this late at night?"

"Whew... Then I'll be direct."

Uchiha Fugaku exhaled slowly. Deciding not to stoop to the level of a child, he stated his purpose outright. "I came to invite you to the next clan meeting."

"Not interested."

As Xiu spoke, he casually moved to shut the door. But Fugaku, having already experienced being shut out once, acted first and jammed his foot into the doorway.

"Wait. Please hear me out. To awaken the Three-Tomoe Sharingan at your age and graduate early, you are undoubtedly the most talented among the younger generation of the clan."

Fugaku's expression was solemn, his tone carrying an air of utter certainty. "But the clan's situation is not optimistic. As members of the Uchiha, every one of us has the duty to bear the clan's glory and shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing it."

Hearing that, Xiu was briefly stunned. Then he shook his head and laughed. He was no longer in a hurry to slam the door in Fugaku's face.

"Bear the glory, shoulder the responsibility? What, have I been eating your rice?"

As Xiu's words fell, Fugaku's previously restrained expression finally turned completely gloomy.

"Once, twice, but not a third time. I've shown you more than enough courtesy. Has Hazuki never taught you what manners are?!"

Fugaku's voice turned cold as his eyes widened sharply. Chilling ocular power, wrapped in tangible chakra pressure, bore down directly upon Xiu!

But just as his momentum rose, a small hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision and seized his hair!

Then, with a thunderous boom, Uchiha Xiu bent down and viciously smashed Fugaku's head into the stone steps at the entrance!

The force was so great that the two-meter-square stone platform cracked apart inch by inch, fractures spreading outward like a spiderweb!

Uchiha Fugaku's vision went black. Then a sharp pain exploded across his forehead as blood gushed from the top of his head, nose, and mouth like water from an opened floodgate.

"Show me courtesy? You think you're worthy?"

Xiu's disdainful sneer rang in his ears. Before Fugaku's numbed brain could process anything, another burst of agonizing pain erupted across his right cheek.

Slap!

Uchiha Xiu swung his hand and sent Fugaku flying with a single slap.

Several molars spun through the air, flinging blood before landing in the distant grass. The loud slap instantly woke several neighboring households.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Feeling the searing pain on his face, Uchiha Fugaku felt as though his thoughts had gone numb.

In that brief exchange, aside from instinctively using chakra to protect his head, he had not even had the slightest chance to resist!

It was not that he did not want to fight back. The terrifying monstrous strength contained within that thin body had left him no chance to resist at all!

This guy... was a monster!

Tap, tap, tap...

Before he could continue processing the shock in his heart, he heard Xiu approaching with steps that sounded like the march of death.