[First.] [Am I the only one in this livestream?] [No, I’m here too.] Transparent comments streaked past Rock Lee’s eyes one after another.
This caused him to stop his training involuntarily.
While looking around warily, he wondered inwardly, ‘Who wrote these words?
Is someone using Ninjutsu to spy on me?’ Although it was currently a time of peace, it didn’t rule out the possibility of enemy spies infiltrating the village.
Therefore, Rock Lee nervously scanned his surroundings, hoping to find the enemy.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
Just then, another wave of comments appeared.
However, the content was not at all what he wanted to see.
[No wonder it looks familiar, it’s Konohagakure.] [What?
The perspective is actually Rock Lee.] [This kid is a pity.] [Sigh, there’s nothing much to see.] [Even though he’s decent in the early stages, he ultimately loses to bloodlines and can’t keep up with Naruto at all.] [He works so hard all the time, yet he ends up as a nobody.
How frustrating.] [Exactly, you can’t make it big just by working hard.] [And he’s always chasing a girl who doesn’t like him, completely unaware that getting stronger is the most important thing.] [I prefer watching Naruto crush all the geniuses.] [Sasuke is good too, he’s eye candy and very powerful.] [Too bad there’s only Lee here, I’m out.] Rock Lee’s body seemed frozen in front of the training post.
His hands were clenched tight, not even noticing his nails digging into his palms.
Losing to bloodlines…
a nobody…
chasing a girl who doesn’t like him…
hard work won’t amount to anything…
Are they talking about me?
Even though I only know Taijutsu, I’m definitely stronger than Naruto.
Why would the result be a loss?
No.
These words are definitely not talking about me.
It must be someone with the same name.
Right, they are talking about someone with the same name.
But no matter how much he denied it, Rock Lee couldn’t deceive his own heart.
To verify the truth, he decided to head over to the Academy to see if he could gather any other information.
Since these mysterious words liked watching Naruto, he could use this chance to test their true purpose.
With this thought, he discreetly arrived at the Academy and found Iruka in the middle of a class.
At that moment, a comment appeared again.
[Oh, he’s already at the Academy.] [Looks like it’s time to test the Transformation Technique.] Just as this comment streaked past, Rock Lee heard Iruka’s voice.
“Today is the review test for the Transformation Technique.
Even those who have already passed, come out and line up.” It happened…
was this a coincidence or foresight?
He stood quietly outside the window, watching that mischievous boy with yellow hair.
As the other students walked to the front of the classroom and performed the Transformation Technique one by one, it was soon Sakura’s turn.
If the mysterious words hadn’t appeared, Rock Lee would have run over excitedly to confess his feelings.
But now…
With my strength lacking, how can I speak of love?
He took a deep breath and remained where he was.
Sakura was indeed cute, her pink hair tied with a red ribbon as she ran onto the podium.
Transformation Technique!
Poof!
She transformed into an identical Iruka.
Iruka nodded with satisfaction.
“Pass.” “Next, Sasuke.” Poof!
“Pass.” “Next, Naruto.” Right then, a comment flew across.
[Here it comes!
The strongest Ninjutsu: Sexy Technique, makes its debut.] Rock Lee’s heart jolted.
The strongest Ninjutsu?
He didn’t expect Naruto’s Ninjutsu to be so powerful.
Naruto shouted, “Transformation Technique!” Poof!
A naked girl surrounded by swirling mist appeared in the classroom.
At that moment, not to mention an adult like Iruka, even Rock Lee let out a ‘pfft’ and sprayed a stream of blood from his nose.
Th-this is the strongest Ninjutsu?
It really is powerful.
Iruka, having regained his senses, quickly stuffed his nostrils with rolled-up paper and yelled angrily, “You idiot!
Don’t create such pointless Ninjutsu!” After saying that, he chased Naruto out.
Next, students went up one by one for the test.
Unfortunately, until the end, the mysterious comments never appeared again.
It seemed these words had predictive abilities, but they only appeared for people and things they were interested in.
However, he could not let these words defeat him.
‘Hard work will absolutely not lose to bloodlines.
This will be my Ninja Way from now on.’ ‘I was actually depressed just now.
As punishment, 5,000 punches.’ Thud, thud…
The sounds of punches echoed in the forest, as if protesting against the unfairness of the world.
One punch, two punches, three punches…
Rock Lee kept his head down and punched fiercely, continuing even as his fists began to bleed.
Then, a comment streaked past.
[Sigh, if this guy trains like this, he won’t beat anyone’s bloodline.
He should at least strap a few hundred pounds of weights to his arms.] [A few hundred pounds?
Look at those skinny arms, no muscle at all.
How much weight could he carry?] [True, Lee’s punches are much weaker than his kicks.] [If he could also train his punches with weights, maybe there’d be a tiny sliver of hope.] Seeing these lines of text, Rock Lee was suddenly enlightened.
How had he not thought of using weights for punching?
Once the idea took hold, he couldn’t suppress it.
He immediately took off the weights from his legs and strapped them onto his arms.
The result…
‘So heavy.
As expected, my arms are too weak.
To punish such weakness, 1,000 weighted punches.’ Thud!
His arm rose slowly under the pressure of the weight, and it took all his strength just to throw one punch.
But after that one punch, his body immediately felt a slight sense of fatigue.
“Again!” Thud!
“Again!” Thud!
“Again!” Thud…
In order to complete the task he had set for himself, Rock Lee trained from afternoon until evening, then from evening until late at night.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that he finally couldn’t hold on anymore and lost consciousness.
At this moment, he hadn’t yet realized it.
While unconscious, his body was growing stronger bit by bit.
His teacher, Might Guy, once said that Rock Lee was a genius of hard work.
As long as he worked hard, he would definitely be a genius.
At this moment, his body perfectly illustrated those words.
The injured areas were rapidly strengthening.
Blood, flesh, tendons, and bones were all mysteriously evolving.
But Rock Lee didn’t sleep for long.
His fixed biological clock stubbornly woke him up at 6 o’clock sharp.
“Hiss…
It hurts.” His fists were already a bloody mess, their shape barely recognizable as hands.
“It seems I can’t train my fists today.” He regretfully strapped the weights back onto his legs and set a new goal for himself.
“To punish myself for not completing last night’s task, today I will run 1,000 laps around the village with weights.” “No, 1,200 laps.” He swung his hand and shouted, “Hard work, hard work, hard work!” “I won’t give up!”