I Can't Experience the Joy of Training, and It's Driving Me Crazy!

Feeling the power surging ceaselessly through his body, Miya couldn't stop himself from bursting into wild laughter.

"Hahaha..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Luckily, there was no one nearby, or they would have thought they had run into a madman.

"If I ran into Minato Namikaze again now, I probably wouldn't be in such a sorry state!"

After his fit of laughter, Miya muttered to himself.

At the same time, he held out his right hand.

"Atomic Rasengan."

A pale blue Rasengan finally took shape out of nothing in Miya's palm.

"Hahaha..."

Looking at the Atomic Rasengan in his palm, Miya burst into wild laughter once more.

Ever since his last fight with Minato Namikaze, Miya had been trying to imitate the Rasengan he had used, but no matter how hard he tried during that time, he had never managed to control the Particle Rasengan.

But things were different now.

With the further increase in his physical strength, the output of the Nuclear Fission Furnace inside Miya had also risen to a new stage.

Before his recent breakthrough, the Chakra inside Miya, after being crushed, broken down, and pulverized by the Nuclear Fission Furnace, could only reach particle form at most.

But now it was different.

The Chakra that had passed through the Nuclear Fission Furnace inside him had now reached an atomic state.

How could Miya not go wild?

Before this, his use of the Nuclear Fission Furnace inside him had always seemed to remain at the surface level. Now, however, he had truly entered its core, and the power of the atomic Chakra it produced had risen even further.

What was more, the hard-to-master Particle Rasengan had turned directly into the Atomic Rasengan.

From now on, he would no longer have to fight using only his fists and feet. He also had a tremendously powerful Ninjutsu.

The Atomic Rasengan.

"When you get right down to it, all I have to do is eat!"

Miya spoke the plain truth in a way that made him sound incredibly punchable.

As long as he ate large quantities of nutritious food, the nutrients in it would be absorbed by his body after being crushed, broken down, and pulverized by the Nuclear Fission Furnace, strengthening his physique.

His powerful physique, in turn, allowed him to draw on even more of the Nuclear Fission Furnace's output.

Honestly, Miya really couldn't find a reason to keep working hard at training.

Perhaps this was the gulf between geniuses and ordinary people that was so hard to cross.

Unable to experience the joy of training, Miya was troubled too.

It was driving him crazy!

"Let's see how powerful you are."

Miya, whose right palm had been facing upward as he held the Atomic Rasengan, flipped his hand over and pressed it against the ground.

He shouted in an incredibly chuuni manner:

"Atomic Rasengan."

Rumble!

Miya's eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't help letting out a curse:

"Holy... shit!!!"

"That power, in one word: strong."

Miya was now standing in a small circular crater about three meters across. As for how the crater had come to be,

his Atomic Rasengan had created it in an instant just now.

Its power was top-notch.

"La la la..."

In a cheerful mood, Miya whistled as he left the Forest of Death.

He decided to balance work and rest and go back to school to hang out tomorrow. After all, he was still a student who hadn't graduated from the Ninja Academy!

As for his earlier idea of graduating early, Miya had set it aside for now. He would wait for Hiruzen Sarutobi to come to him of his own accord; otherwise, he would stay obediently at school.

That was just the kind of "diligent and studious" student Miya was.

The crescent moon had just risen when Miya returned home and noticed something.

It seemed an uninvited guest had come to his house...

There was no need to doubt Miya's perception while he was in his Atomic Chakra Armor. In that state, he had just heard heavy breathing coming from his bedroom.

It was faint, but it couldn't escape his hearing.

In a noisy environment, he might not have been so sensitive to it, but Miya lived alone.

A few minutes before Miya arrived home.

A young man wearing an animal mask and a cloak was moving at great speed through deserted alleys in Konohagakure. From the way he never paused, it was clear that he was quite familiar with his surroundings.

The young man was named Miyayama Uemon, a spy from Iwagakure who had been lying low in Konoha for years. That night, he had stolen an extremely important piece of intelligence.

However, after he succeeded, he had also exposed his whereabouts. Out of a spy's caution, he hadn't immediately headed for his residence in Konoha after being exposed, but had come toward Miya's home instead.

To shake off the pursuing Konoha Anbu, he had slipped into Miya's house a few minutes before Miya arrived, after discovering that no one was home.

His objective was simple: first, hide the intelligence scroll in his cloak at Miya's house, then notify the comrade he was in contact with to come and retrieve it and send it back to Iwagakure.

That way, even if he had been exposed, he wouldn't have to worry about the intelligence failing to get out.

But plans could not keep up with fate.

Just as he was about to hide the intelligence scroll in Miya's house, Miya came home.

He immediately grew nervous and let out a heavy breath.

"I have to get this intelligence back to the village."

Listening to the footsteps drawing closer outside the door, Miyayama Uemon stuffed the intelligence scroll he had been about to hide into his cloak, then carefully concealed himself behind the door.

The moment Miya entered, he would strike to kill.

He already had a Kunai gripped tightly in his hand.

Outside Miya's house, four Konoha Anbu squads were conducting a search, while more than a dozen ninjas wearing animal masks and Anbu uniforms kept patrolling the area.

The loss of the intelligence was a hard slap in the face for them.

If they couldn't catch Miyayama Uemon, losing face would be a minor issue. But once the intelligence was taken out of Konoha and sent back to Iwagakure, things would get serious.

Miyayama Uemon was being so careful precisely because he knew that Konoha Anbu ninjas were searching for him outside.

He had to deal with Miya as quickly and ruthlessly as possible, while making as little noise as he could. Otherwise, if he caught the attention of the Konoha Anbu ninjas outside, he would be as good as dead.

Miya's footsteps stopped at the bedroom door. Miyayama Uemon held his breath, his expression intensely focused as he waited for the instant Miya opened the door.

Miya had already put his hand on the doorknob. Miyayama Uemon didn't notice that sweat had begun to run down his forehead.

Of course, that wasn't because he was nervous about killing Miya, but because he was worried about alerting the Konoha Anbu ninjas outside.

Everything was ready. All that remained was for Miya to open the bedroom door.

However, as though deliberately toying with Miyayama Uemon, Miya muttered to himself from the other side of the door:

"Oh."

"I'd better take care of the things I brought back first!"