Electromaster

Time always seemed to pass faster when immersed in a sea of knowledge.

At six in the evening, the lingering sunlight spilled over the buildings' eaves. The setting sun sank between the distant houses, its warm orange glow mixed with pale gold spreading across half the sky.

As the warm light dimmed, Uchiha Gen raised his head and looked out the window at the sky.

Come to think of it, it's time to check in.

Check in.

[Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the ability-Electromaster.]

He raised his hand, and arcs of electricity danced around his fingertips. Uchiha Gen couldn't help grinning.

The lightning dancing at your fingertips is my unchanging faith in this life. May my Railgun alone endure forever! Electromagnetism, one of the four fundamental forces... As expected, when it comes to busted tricks, I'm still the one to beat.

A week later.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three Shuriken crackling with electricity flew out in a triangular formation. They collided in midair and scattered in different directions amid a spray of sparks.

Yet just as the Shuriken were about to strike the tree trunks, all three abruptly changed direction, flew back to Uchiha Gen, and began circling him at high speed.

Snap!

One final snap of his fingers.

The three Shuriken instantly shot out and embedded themselves in different tree trunks, each one precisely piercing a falling leaf.

This is so much more useful than Magnet Release.

During this time, Uchiha Gen had replicated some of Misaka Mikoto's moves while adding some ideas of his own.

For example...

Crackle!

On the tree trunk, azure electricity danced over a Shuriken. The next second, the entire trunk exploded with a boom, and a streak of blue light shot into the ground like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Thwip!!!!!

With a faint sound of penetration, a tiny Shuriken-shaped slit appeared in the ground. Small though the opening was, the Shuriken had buried itself nearly several hundred meters underground.

Simply put, he had used the principle of electromagnetic launching to accelerate the Shuriken instantaneously.

"It's mealtime. I'll just grab something outside today."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The Shuriken embedded in the tree trunks immediately flew into the ninja tool pouch at Uchiha Gen's waist. As for the one buried deep underground, it was probably ruined.

Uchiha Gen strolled leisurely down Konoha's streets, considering what to eat.

Just then, a middle-aged man approached from ahead, his brows tightly furrowed and anger plain on his face. He carried a half-full bottle of liquor in one hand.

"Damn Uchiha. All I did was have a little drink. It wasn't like I meant to cause trouble, but those bastards actually dared to lock me up for an entire day!

"Hmph. Evil Uchiha, just as I thought. Those obnoxious bastards will get kicked out of Konoha sooner or later. Hmm... that's... an Uchiha brat."

The middle-aged man cursed as he walked and took another swig. It was precisely as he raised the bottle to drink that Uchiha Gen came into his view.

Looking at the Uchiha Clan Crest on Uchiha Gen's clothes, a strange impulse stirred in the middle-aged man's mind.

It's all those damned Uchiha's fault...

As he watched Uchiha Gen, the middle-aged man let out a vicious chuckle. The next moment, he began moving toward him.

But he had only taken a single step when his body abruptly stiffened. Then he collapsed to the ground and began shaking violently.

The sight immediately drew the attention of the surrounding pedestrians.

"Isn't that the old drunk, Shisun Aoba? Has he... drunk himself numb?"

"Could he have some kind of illness? Look how badly he's shaking."

"It looks more like he's been electrocuted. We'd better call someone from the Military Police Force to take a look."

For a moment, the troublemakers all chattered away, but not a single person stepped forward to check on him.

On the street nearby, Uchiha Gen was still leisurely considering what to eat.

With hostility that obvious, he had no obligation to let the man off.

Electromagnetism really is useful. Praise the Railgun girl.

Time flew, and two and a half years passed in the blink of an eye.

School life was extremely dull, but exceptionally steady.

As always, Uchiha Gen continued living a life that took him only between home and school.

His days might have been dull, but throughout this time, Uchiha Gen still had no intention of graduating early.

Thanks to his daily check-ins, Uchiha Gen's strength continued to improve steadily.

In the afternoon classroom at the Ninja Academy, sunlight slanted past the windowsill, casting mottled light and shadows across the wooden desks.

At the front, Sarutobi Ichino was explaining the basic theory behind combining ninjutsu and how Kekkei Genkai were created. His voice echoed steadily through the room.

Uchiha Gen was already accustomed to these absurd lessons. Long exposure had left him thoroughly desensitized.

That was just how busted this Shinobi World was. Fortunately, he was even more busted.

Outside the window, the wind brushed the treetops with a soft rustling. Lessons continued in the classroom, but in his little seat, the boy's attention had already shifted to the panel before him that no one else could see.

[Benefactor: Uchiha Gen]

[Gender: Male]

[Age: 8]

[Identity: Young child of Konoha's Uchiha Clan]

[Potential: Currently unknown]

[Special talent: Three-Tomoe Sharingan]

[Abilities: Armament Haki, Seventh Sense-Fire Manipulation Technique, Trick Room, Electromaster, Sun Breathing, Chicken Talisman.]

[Items: Demon Blade Thousand Blades, Immortal Totem, Senzu Bean ×2, Master Ball ×1, unidentified Pokémon egg ×1, cola ×133, Master Kong pickled mustard greens beef noodles ×313, Sprite ×42, assorted others.]

Only half a year until graduation. This Shinobi World might be busted, but the timing of the Third Shinobi World War probably won't be too far off. My strength is still growing so slowly...

Since I'm already in a Shinobi World like this, couldn't I get something that hands me a pair of Rinnegan at birth, or just makes me Six Paths-level outright? Sigh.

Closing the panel, Uchiha Gen felt inexplicably wistful. Having the Three-Tomoe Sharingan at eight sounded impressive, and it really was impressive.

But... this Shinobi World wasn't normal!!

War was coming soon. Who knew what kind of busted nonsense he would run into?

Although he had the Immortal Totem and Senzu Beans as insurance, and could simply fly away even if he couldn't win... what if?

Who the hell knew what existed in this Shinobi World? In Konoha alone, he had already heard of more bizarre Kekkei Genkai than he could count.