Power Surge, Time to Fleece Asuma After School!

Every point had been precise and on target. He had even casually touched on ANBU operational mechanisms that the textbook had not covered.

The entire class looked up, their eyes filled with admiration.

The girls' eyes sparkled with stars, and Rin Nohara gave him an exceptionally approving look.

Obito in the back row watched through gritted teeth, wood chips flying from the corner of the desk he was clawing at.

Gang Ziyun nodded repeatedly, and the gloom on his face finally dispersed.

He showed his first genuine smile since school started today.

Now this was what a normal genius looked like!

At last, today's lesson had a textbook-worthy highlight.

Kakashi's answer entered its final summary.

"...Therefore, the establishment of the Five Great Ninja Villages was fundamentally the product of war weariness and competing interests, rather than a simple ideal of peace."

"That concludes my summary."

Perfect.

Gang Ziyun looked thoroughly gratified. He raised both hands, his palms about to meet as he prepared to lead the class in a round of enthusiastic applause for this genius.

In that 0.01-second interval—

Inside the System Space, the first nine trash pillars of light from the third ten-pull had all shattered.

The final pillar of light exploded.

There were no bizarre items. A pure azure sphere of Chakra floated in midair, radiating warm and immense energy fluctuations.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for triggering the ten-pull guarantee. You have obtained a top-tier reward: Peak Genin · Chakra Reserves!]

[Description: Permanent enhancement. The Host's total Chakra reserves will directly rise to the Peak Genin level, and the meridians will widen accordingly.]

Ye's eyes lit up, and the despair in his heart was swept away.

The original owner's body had always been frail. This Armor-Breaking System had finally done something decent!

This meant he had skipped years of arduous training and gained the confidence for real combat in one leap!

Ye froze for a full second.

The next second, without any warning, the sphere of light slammed directly into and merged with his body.

Pure Chakra surged like a breached flood, instantly filling his dried-up meridians.

His bones let out a pleasant, soft chime as every limb and bone greedily absorbed that life force.

The ultimate comfort of rain after a long drought raced through him in tingling waves, shooting straight to the crown of his head!

Ye completely lost control of his facial nerves.

In the deathly silent classroom, at the very instant Kakashi had just finished showing off and Gang Ziyun's hands hung in the air, ready to applaud—

Uchiha Ye, seated in the back row, uncontrollably threw back his neck, his eyes half-lidded.

From the deepest depths of his throat came an incredibly bizarre, melodious, winding, utterly soul-stirring sigh.

"Mmm~~~~"

Not only did the sound drag on, but it even ended with a slight quavering turn.

It was not loud, but in the pin-drop silence of the theory class, it was amplified without end.

It was like blasting an exceptionally penetrating DJ track at a funeral, drilling clearly into every person's ears.

Time stopped.

Gang Ziyun's hands, suspended in midair and ready to clap, stiffened completely.

Kakashi's knees, halfway bent as he prepared to sit down, froze solid. His wound suddenly twinged, and he fell heavily back into his chair.

That face which always maintained an aloof persona turned so dark it seemed ready to drip ink.

His textbook-perfect display from moments ago had been utterly crushed to dust by that single sound.

The pencil in Rin Nohara's hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

Kurenai Yuhi's face instantly flushed crimson. Covering her ears, she nearly burrowed into her desk drawer.

The pen Uchiha Tekka had been holding in his mouth dropped onto the desk with a plop.

Might Guy stood with his mouth open, so shocked he even forgot to clench his fists.

Asuma Sarutobi's mouth twitched violently.

The entire class turned their heads in unison toward the last row.

What everyone saw was this:

Uchiha Ye leaned against the back of his chair, his head slightly tilted back, his face flushed red.

At the corner of his mouth hung an extremely blissful, satisfied, and utterly perverse smile.

It was as though his soul had just undergone some indescribable ascension right there in the classroom, in full view of everyone.

After a brief dead silence, a nuclear explosion went off directly inside Ye's mind.

[Guard-Break Points from Kakashi Hatake: +666!]

[Guard-Break Points from Gang Ziyun: +666!]

[Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +233!]

[Guard-Break Points from Rin Nohara: +88!]

[Guard-Break Points from Asuma Sarutobi: +210!]

[Guard-Break Points from Might Guy: +150!]

[Guard-Break Points from Kurenai Yuhi: +150!]

[Guard-Break Points from Ibiki Morino: +122!]

[Guard-Break Points from Shizune: +100!]

[Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Tekka: +666!]

[...]

The dense notifications frantically flooded across his retinas, nearly blowing out Ye's system interface entirely.

These little brats' worldviews had shattered so thoroughly at that soul-stirring sigh that not even scraps remained.

The entire class was focused on that pervert now. Who could possibly remember what Kakashi had just said?!

Obito sprang up from where he had been slumped over, clutching his head with both hands. He wildly leaned toward the aisle, retreating half a meter with terror plastered across his face.

He tried to prove to the entire class through body language that he had absolutely nothing to do with his deskmate, then screamed in collapse.

"I don't know him! I really don't know him!"

[Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +777!]

Ye slowly opened his eyes and stretched lazily.

He slowly clenched his right fist, feeling the surging Chakra flowing within him. His entire body brimmed with explosive power.

As long as the lottery kept giving him goodies like this—

Forget Uchiha Itachi with a blade in hand a few years from now. Even if Madara Uchiha came back from the dead, he would dare to march up and peel two layers of skin off him.

Ye's lips curved upward slightly, completely ignoring the dozens of horrified stares around him as though they were looking at a ghost.

At the podium, Gang Ziyun took two deep breaths, then another two deep breaths.

He slowly lowered his hands from the air, his ten fingers gripping the edge of the lectern so tightly that they cramped and his knuckles cracked.

He was frantically talking himself down.

Can't kill anyone.

Can't lose my temper and kill someone in the classroom.

This is Konoha. Lord Hokage is watching.

If I lose my temper again, there's no way this class can continue today.

"...Sit down, Kakashi. That was a very good answer."

Gang Ziyun's face had turned purple, and his lips trembled. He practically had to grind his molars to pieces before forcing out those words.

He did not mention what had just happened, nor did he dare glance at the last row. He was afraid that one more look would give him a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

He turned around and continued reading from the textbook in a stiff voice, forcing this agonizing theory lesson back on track.

Kakashi sat in his chair expressionlessly, his back ramrod straight. He never once turned around to look at Ye.

Because he knew that if he turned around, the last shred of dignity he had maintained today would be completely gone.

Ye leaned comfortably back in his chair, feeling the abundant Chakra within him.

Looking at the balance that had begun soaring through the system again, he yawned contentedly.

He began eagerly awaiting the dismissal bell.

After school, that Hokage's princeling Asuma would still be waiting.

With Peak Genin-level Chakra in this body—

If he did not fleece those smug little brats clean today, he, Uchiha Ye, would write his name backward.