Ruri sat on the sofa, looked around at the things nearby, then said with a smile, "I really have been tired these past few days. I never thought I'd sleep this late when I lay down this afternoon. I really didn't notice the time passing."
"Oh, never mind. I've rested long enough. I should go out and move around. At least that's better than sitting here. Stretching my muscles would be pretty nice, too." Ruri stood up and walked outside as he spoke with a smile.
Soon, Ruri had walked out of the living room and stood in an open space, looking at his hands. Then he muttered quietly, "Come to think of it, these hands have gotten a lot rougher. You can tell they belong to someone who trains often. Back in my old world, kids this young would still be at home watching television and playing with toys. Who would have to come out and train so hard at such a young age?"
Ruri smiled helplessly. Then he stamped his feet and said with a smile, "All right, I'll do some training now. I don't have anything else to do anyway."
Ruri then began training where he stood. What he practiced was very simple: nothing more than the Rasengan, Eight Trigrams Palm, and Lightning Blade.
But it had to be said that although Ruri had not created any of these moves, he used them many times better than their original creators.
Perhaps that was because Ruri was a transmigrator. At the very least, being a transmigrator gave him certain perks. If he still could not master even these moves, he really would have squandered them.
*I never thought I'd actually become a ninja one day, let alone use Ninjutsu many times better than the people who created them.