Reckless-Forgot This Kid Has the Two-Tomoe Sharingan!

Boom!

A massive fireball over five meters in diameter burst forth!

The raging flames shot straight toward the river, their terrifying heat instantly evaporating vast amounts of moisture around them, while the shockwave churned the air into distorted currents of heat.

The fireball skimmed across the water, its trailing flames leaving a scorched streak over ten meters long before exploding on the opposite bank and burning three shrubs into charcoal.

Thick white mist surged into the sky with tremendous force.

The overwhelming visual spectacle gave Nohibi a surge of smug satisfaction.

He withdrew the jutsu, turned around, crossed his arms, and wore an exceedingly proud grin.

He was ready to admire the expression of this inexperienced little brat being thoroughly stunned.

However, the instant Ye recognized the Great Fireball, the anticipation on his face darkened for a moment.

Sure enough, it was this so-called fire of kindness.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Setting aside the fixed impressions from anime, in reality, this kind of wide-area, high-temperature flame—

If it was not used in pursuit of a one-hit kill, but simply to suppress movement, force movement, and provide tactical cover by blocking vision, it would be incredibly useful—Zetsu.

And now that he had the Uzumaki Constitution and the Two-Tomoe Sharingan, his Chakra reserves had skyrocketed.

The destructive power of this thing in his hands would definitely be extraordinary—Zetsu.

The instant Nohibi formed his hand seals, Ye decisively activated the Two-Tomoe Sharingan.

Within his scarlet pupils, two pitch-black tomoe spun rapidly.

Every hand seal Nohibi had formed, every minute contraction of his finger muscles, every specific route through which Chakra had been mobilized through his meridians—

All of it was forcibly broken down by those eyes and copied flawlessly into Ye's mind.

On the riverbank, Nohibi cleared his throat, just about to launch into a five-hundred-word explanation of the principles behind ninjutsu Chakra.

But Ye had already set down the half-eaten grilled fish in his hand, stepped forward twice, and raised both hands.

Although his fingertip movements were somewhat unfamiliar and nowhere near as smooth as Nohibi's, the sequence and hand seals were exactly the same.

Snake—Ram—Monkey—Boar—Horse—Tiger!

Chakra at the peak Chunin level circulated through his body and surged into his chest in one breath.

Ye suddenly opened his mouth.

Boom!

A huge fireball, slightly weaker than the one Nohibi had just released, erupted with a violent blast of scorching air!

The wild airflow swept Ye's loose hair backward.

The fireball slammed heavily into the river!

A huge stretch of river water was instantly boiled, bubbles bursting madly as white mist blanketed the sky.

A gust of river wind blew through, scattering the vapor before the two of them.

The surroundings fell deathly silent, with only the crackling of firewood burning in the campfire remaining.

Nohibi's prepared five hundred words of grand theory got stuck in his throat, turning his entire face liver-red from holding it in.

He stared fixedly at the pair of tomoe in Ye's eye sockets as they slowly faded, his pupils trembling violently.

Then Nohibi suddenly slapped his thigh, producing an exceptionally crisp smack.

Fuck!

That was careless!

I completely fucking forgot!

This brat had activated the Two-Tomoe Sharingan right in front of me!

Beyond its incredible perception, the Two-Tomoe Sharingan's most fundamental ability was seeing through and copying techniques!

For the sake of visual impact, he had formed those seals as slowly and deliberately as possible, every movement standard and precise.

Before those eyes, it had been like stripping naked and personally demonstrating everything in slow motion!

Remembering the bold claim he had just made about teaching him another technique every time he learned one—

Wasn't that the same as throwing open the doors to his ninjutsu arsenal and letting the kid pick whatever he wanted?!

At this rate, by the time this border mission was over, half a lifetime of his ninjutsu would probably be completely stripped bare, leaving nothing behind!

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +888! ]

[ Ding! Regret Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +666! ]

Hearing the crisp sound of the system rewards arriving in his mind, Ye let out a satisfied breath.

Milking Brother Nohibi always made him feel wonderful, body and soul.

Nohibi nervously took half a step back, swallowed, and the veins at his temples throbbed wildly.

He had already prepared himself to hear Ye excitedly demand the next advanced ninjutsu, while he figured out an excuse to stall him.

Yet the next moment, he froze.

Ye did not turn around to ask for another ninjutsu at all.

He stood quietly on the riverbank, lowered his hands, then assumed the starting stance once more.

Ye understood perfectly well that anything copied through the Sharingan could only be considered borrowed.

His wrist muscles had still felt a little stiff when he formed the seals just now.

In a real life-or-death battle, even being slower by a tenth of a second could get his throat slit by a Kunai.

Since he had copied it, he had to break it down and turn it into something truly his own.

Ye took a deep breath and raised his hands again.

Snake—Ram—Monkey—Boar—Horse—Tiger!

Boom!

Another Great Fireball!

Then, beneath Nohibi's utterly bewildered gaze, Ye ignored the enormous Chakra consumption and repeatedly spat fireballs at the rushing river.

The third time.

The fourth time.

The fifth time.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The flames painted half the night sky crimson, while the river was scorched again and again, its vapor rising into dense fog.

Ye's hand seal speed visibly skyrocketed, progressing from unfamiliarity to mastery. His fingers danced so swiftly that they left afterimages.

With every breath, the fireballs became rounder and denser.

Ten times.

Fifteen times.

Twenty times.

Thirty times.

An ordinary Uchiha Genin would completely run dry after casting two Great Fireballs.

Even an average Chunin would be drained dry and weakened after at most four or five.

But this six-and-a-half-year-old brat had fired more than thirty fireballs in a row!

Even more outrageous, after releasing so many Great Fireballs, Ye had only panted twice and had not even broken a drop of sweat.

Nohibi stood beside him, his jaw already hanging down to his chest.

This kid's Chakra reserves were absolutely not at the Chunin level. Zetsu not!

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +888! ]

How could he have known that the Uzumaki Constitution fused within Ye's body had granted him an immense Chakra foundation and an absurdly powerful recovery speed?

Gradually, the regret in Nohibi's eyes faded bit by bit.

He watched Ye's straight back. That small body formed each set of seals more smoothly than the last.

There was no impatience, no greed, no rushing ahead just because of his talent. Instead, he was thoroughly breaking down a single technique and forcing it into the cracks of his bones.

Nohibi suddenly thought of the Uchiha prodigies he had taught before. Which one had not immediately clamored for the next technique after learning one?

Yet the child before him, possessing an peerless talent sufficient to make the entire clan tremble, was engaging in the most clumsy, monotonous grinding of his basics.

With Zetsu's peerless talent, along with terrifying perseverance and composure far beyond his age, this was the true blade capable of carrying Uchiha's future!

A true genius never relied on talent alone to crush everything. They used discipline far beyond that of ordinary people to turn talent into real killing techniques.

The thirty-first Great Fireball exploded on the river, throwing up a towering curtain of water.

"Whew..." After firing the final fireball, Ye slowly exhaled a long breath of stale air.

He shook his aching wrists, turned around, and flashed Nohibi a wide grin.

"Brother Nohibi, shall we keep moving? I can keep practicing this move on the way."

Nohibi fell silent for two seconds.

Then he walked forward and heavily slapped the back of Ye's head. The force was not great, but the gesture was sincere.

"Let's go."

Nohibi's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was ten times steadier than when they had set out.

"Before we reach the border, I'll teach you everything I've got hidden away. No limits."

[ Ding! Recognition Points from Uchiha Yehuo: +999! ]

Ye rubbed the back of his head and laughed inwardly.

Nohibi sighed as if resigning himself to his fate.

He stamped out the campfire with dirt, pulled up the zipper of his green vest, gripped the hilt of his ninja sword, and his gaze instantly turned razor-sharp.

"At this pace, we'll reach the border defenses tomorrow night."

"Remember, from now on, put away all thoughts of relaxing."

Nohibi stared into the dense forest ahead.

"Further on is the territory of wandering ninja and enemy scouts."

"Anyone careless enough will leave their life in those woods."

Ye nodded, his expression growing equally solemn.

Their figures instantly melted into the pitch-black forest, becoming two afterimages as they sped at full speed toward the perilous border region in the northeast.

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away, deep within the border mountains between the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire.

Inside a massive underground Explosive Tag warehouse hidden from view, three elite Jonin wearing Iwagakure forehead protectors were gathered around a stone table.

At the center of the table lay an intelligence scroll that had just been delivered through Root's covert network.

The scroll clearly marked the White Fang of the Leaf's marching route, infiltration time, and tactical intentions.