To everyone watching, Chu Aotian had fainted before the fight even began.
Naturally, the match ended without a conclusion.
"That's Young Master Yu for you! One look, and his opponent passed out."
A group of kids cheered from the sidelines.
"If you ask me, Emperor Yu just blew that toothpick away with a single breath."
"Bullshit. Sovereign Yu did it with a single thought."
The boys around him chattered incessantly.
They made no attempt to hide their admiration, freely bestowing all sorts of titles on Yuya.
The girls stole shy glances at Yuya, already feeling the first stirrings of affection despite their young age.
History always repeated itself in astonishing ways, even across a thousand years.
Yuya still had no shortage of followers.
Once, they had been the people of the Land of Ancestors. Now, they were kids at the Ninja Academy.
"Yuya really is popular."
Silver Dragon murmured to herself.
Though her transformed appearance possessed an unparalleled beauty of its own,
she still fell slightly short of Yuya.
Yuya's karmic ties to the Naruto World ran too deep.
In a sense, he was now the Heavenly Way itself, acting on heaven's behalf.
Everything in the Naruto World, including its original inhabitants, felt something special toward him, no matter who they were.
It was gratitude toward the vastness of heaven and earth, an instinctive devotion born in all living beings.
Anyone who stayed near him would gradually come under his influence, unable to feel any ill will toward him.
Even their souls would be cleansed.
Over time, they would naturally develop the desire to follow him.
Chu Aotian was carried away, but Yuya had no intention of extracting his system just yet.
The time had not yet come.
The practical combat exercise still had to continue.
And Yuya's opponent was