Ding! Congratulations, Master's Chakra has reached the Elite Chunin level!
The familiar robotic voice echoed in Youyu's mind as he lazily stretched, clenching his fist and feeling the
undeniable surge of power
.
"Well, that's an upgrade."
With a flick of his wrist, he called up his status panel.
Master:
Sakumo Youyu
Age:
8
Physique:
Elite Chunin
Chakra:
Elite Chunin
Kendo Comprehension:
Swordsman
Special Ability:
Shura Sword Intent
Overall Strength:
Special Jōnin Level
(
Note: Additional strength boost in a drunken state.
)
Unlike the overly complex systems he'd read about in his past life's novels, the Bacchus System was
lazy—just like him
. It only updated when he
broke through
a threshold and didn't bother with exact numbers.
Not that Youyu cared.
Stats were
just numbers
. They didn't mean a damn thing in a real fight.
On paper, he was
only Special Jōnin level
—but when
Kakashi
challenged him, Youyu had only been a
mere Chunin
according to his stats. Yet, after a
few drinks
, he had
sliced Kakashi down with a single strike.
Numbers meant nothing. A blade in hand meant everything.
Then, there was his
Shura Sword Intent
—a terrifying aura that merged
kendo mastery with raw killing intent.
He had first awakened it when a
reckless teacher shattered his sake bottle
. That poor man was still recovering in the hospital.
Shura Sword Intent didn't just
weaken
an opponent—it
broke
them. Those without an unshakable will would find themselves
paralyzed in fear
, their bodies convinced they were standing before
an unstoppable executioner.
Asuma had learned that lesson
the hard way
.
But Youyu didn't dwell on it. With
fine wine and grilled meat
in front of him, why waste time thinking about things that didn't involve
eating or drinking?
Across the table, Kurenai
sulked
as she watched Rin happily chat with Youyu. A thoughtful glint flashed in her eyes before she smirked, already planning
which of her father's hidden sake stashes she could steal next
.
The consequences of frequent
disappearances
from her father's liquor collection?
Kurenai
didn't care.
The Next Day – Konoha Ninja Academy
"
A good ninja must always strive for excellence...
"
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Inside the classroom, Hideichi Tanaka stood at the blackboard, diligently explaining today's lesson. But unlike other classes, his words were
punctuated
by the unmistakable sound of someone
drinking.
Tanaka
coughed
, his eye twitching.
It was always like this.
He cautiously glanced toward the back of the classroom,
praying
that Youyu wasn't
too
drunk.
To his
mild relief
, Youyu was only
slightly
intoxicated—
not
at the level where he started randomly cutting people.
Tanaka let out a
silent exhale
. He had
lost count
of how many times he had
pleaded
with the academy to transfer him to another class.
They always refused.
"Who else would dare teach Youyu?"
they told him.
He wasn't a teacher anymore—he was a hostage.
What if one day Youyu
drank too much and went berserk?
Who would protect
him
?!
For the first time in his life, Tanaka realized that
being a teacher was a high-risk profession.
And the
danger
wasn't from enemy shinobi.
It was from
a single, drunken eight-year-old.
This afternoon's lessons are complete," Tanaka declared, scanning the classroom. "Next, we'll be conducting a
practical test.
"
Instantly, groans and murmurs spread across the room.
"Another test? Already?"
"We just did one last week..."
"This is like, the fourth one this month!"
The class
whispered among themselves
, wondering why there were
so many evaluations lately.
But there was
one person
who wasn't concerned.
Youyu
took another swig of sake
and smirked.
A
practical test?
That just meant one thing.
Someone was about to get cut.