After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"
After organizing the scrolls, Senba walked out of the study and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Senba stood under the shower, the warm water washing over his body. He closed his eyes, reviewing what he'd learned today in his mind.
He had already mastered the Shadow Clone; next up were Genjutsu and Medical Ninjutsu. With the Shadow Clone's learning efficiency, he should be able to learn them before dawn. As for the remaining Genjutsu, it would take some time, but not too long. In a week at most, he could master everything in these scrolls.
After his shower, Senba went straight to his room to sleep.
…
The next morning, Senba rubbed his eyes and sat up. After getting dressed, he went downstairs and heard a faint sound from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of breakfast.
Senba walked into the kitchen and saw Mikoto standing in front of the stove. She was wearing simple home clothes with an apron over them, stirring fried eggs in the pan.
"Senba, you're awake? Go wash up first; breakfast will be ready soon," Mikoto said without turning her head.
"Okay," Senba nodded and headed toward the bathroom.
After washing up and returning, breakfast was already set on the dining table: fried eggs, grilled fish, rice, and a small dish of pickles. It was very homely but looked quite hearty.
Mikoto took off her apron, sat down opposite him, and clasped her hands. Senba also picked up his chopsticks, and the two ate breakfast quietly.
Sunlight shone through the window onto the dining table, painting the food in warm colors.
After eating, Mikoto cleared the dishes and hurried upstairs. A moment later, she came down dressed in her ninja outfit.
"Senba, I'm going on a mission today."
Senba stood in the living room, looking at her.
"It's a C-rank mission," Mikoto said, changing her shoes and looking back at him, her eyes bright. "Can you believe it? It's the first mission outside Konoha."
Her tone carried uncontainable excitement, along with a little bit of nervousness.
"Be careful out there," Senba cautioned.
"Of course." Mikoto smiled and ruffled his head, making his neat black hair messy. "Don't worry too much. It's just a C-rank mission."
She withdrew her hand and turned to pull the door open. "I'm off!"
The door closed, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Senba stood in the living room, looking at the closed door. He wasn't that worried about her.
With a Jonin Sensei following and Mikoto not being the protagonist, the mission difficulty shouldn't suddenly escalate.
Just as he prepared to leave for school, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted his brain, and countless memory fragments flooded his mind.
Images of the study, the text on the Ninjutsu scrolls, the repeated hand seal gestures, and the feeling of Chakra flowing through his body. Trying again and again, failing again and again, and finally the joy of success... all the memories of the Shadow Clone's night of learning had returned.
Senba clutched his head, staggered a step, and leaned against the wall.
"I messed up." He shouldn't have left the clone out all night.
Not everyone could remain unaffected after a Shadow Clone dispersed like Naruto. An ordinary person's brain needs time to process and adapt to those memories, yet he now had to receive an entire night's worth of learning memories all at once.
The throbbing pain lasted for a minute before slowly receding. Senba leaned against the wall and looked at his memories.
The chakra flow patterns for the Genjutsu and the healing technique were clearly etched in his mind, as if he had personally practiced them all night long. But the strain on his brain was severe, making him unable to attend school today without proper rest.
"I guess there's only one solution." He pushed off the wall and formed a seal.
"Poof!" After a puff of white smoke, another Senba appeared before him.
The shadow clone looked at him and frowned, "You don't look so good."
"You know the situation." Senba pointed toward the door. "You go to school in my place."
The Clone raised an eyebrow. "And you?"
"I'm going to lie down for a bit."
The clone nodded and left the house, acting like him.
As the footsteps faded away, Senba walked over to the sofa and lay down.
He closed his eyes and focused on the new memories.
"Truly worthy of bug-level Jutsu."
Once again, Senba was amazed by the shadow clone technique and couldn't help envying Naruto. If he had a vast chakra pool like him, just how many jutsu would he be able to master?
Orochimaru's dream of mastering all Ninjutsu wouldn't be impossible if he were a Jinchuriki.
…
Ninja Academy, First-Year Classroom.
When Minato walked into the classroom, he found that his seatmate had already arrived. Senba sat by the window, propping up his chin with his right hand as he gazed outside.
Minato walked over, sat down beside him, and offered a smile: "Good morning, Senba-kun!"
Senba glanced at him and gave a slight nod. "Morning."
Minato blinked. For some reason, he felt that today's Senba-kun was a bit... different? But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment before eventually giving up and taking his textbooks out of his bag.
"What's the first class today again?"
"Don't know."
"Ah, right, you wouldn't know either..."
The two of them chatted idly until they saw Nawaki walking toward them in large strides, head held high and chest out.
"Bang!"
Nawaki slammed both hands onto Senba's desk, causing the pen holder to fall over. The entire classroom went silent for a moment as everyone looked over.
Nawaki's face was a bit flushed, though whether from excitement or nervousness was unclear. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Senba! I'm challenging you to a duel in combat class!"
After saying that, he turned and left, acting like someone who had just delivered a dramatic declaration.
Senba: "..."
He exchanged a look with Minato, both of their expressions filled with confusion.
"Does he..." Minato carefully chose his words: "Don't you know that we don't have combat classes in the first year?"
"Probably," Senba shrugged.
Minato thought for a bit and added, "And we just started school... we haven't even finished learning the hand seals."
The first semester was mainly about the basics: chakra extraction and usage, hand seal gestures, the theory of the three basic jutsu, basic shuriken throwing techniques, and physical training.
As for combat class? That was until the second year.
Senba glanced in the direction Nawaki had gone. That fool was already seated at the other end of the classroom, head held high with pride.
He withdrew his gaze, and Minato did the same. The two shared a look and simultaneously curled their lips into a smile. Who would bother arguing with an idiot?
Shizuka-sensei walked into the classroom and clapped her hands on the podium. "Quiet down, everyone. Class is starting now."
The morning period was theory class, covering basic chakra knowledge.
The afternoon was shuriken throwing practice. They spent the entire afternoon throwing shuriken at targets on the training ground.
Senba threw very accurately, hitting the bullseye with almost every throw, but he didn't go all out. He merely maintained a level slightly better than the average student. He had no interest or obsession with being the top student; keeping a low profile was his principle.
…
After school dismissal in the afternoon, the students walked out of the classroom in groups of twos and threes.
Senba packed his things and was about to leave when Nawaki blocked his path. "Uchiha Senba! I am officially challenging you now!"
He paused, perhaps feeling his momentum wasn't enough. "Even though school is over, don't think you can just leave!"
Senba stopped and looked at him. Minato also stopped beside him with a helpless smile on his face.
"Nawaki, we're all classmates; there's no need to..."
Before Minato could finish his sentence, Senba burst forward.
"Bang!"
With a single punch to the temple, Nawaki rolled back and fell to the ground, motionless. He didn't even register what happened before getting knocked out.
Senba withdrew his fist and looked down at Nawaki on the ground.
Was this the grandson of the First Hokage? His strength was very mediocre. No wonder he died from explosion tags that even dogs survive from.
Minato looked at Nawaki and Senba, dumbfounded. His lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.
"Don't worry. An ANBU should show up and take him back," Senba said.
As soon as he spoke, a black shadow appeared out of nowhere. An ANBU ninja, wearing a cat mask and standard uniform, stood in front of them. He glanced down at the fallen Nawaki and silently picked him up before his figure flickered away.
Minato blinked. "There really was an ANBU following him."
'He is the precious grandson of the First Hokage, after all,' Senba thought before moving forward with Minato following behind. "By the way, are you interested in making some money with me?"
"Make money?" Minato looked at him in confusion before shaking his head. "Senba-kun, you just hit Nawaki-kun... Aren't you worried about any bad consequences?"