“Uchiha Ren!
It’s you!
I want you to train me!
Please, just say yes!” Shiranui Genma looked stubborn, but his voice was all pleading.
“Train you in what?” Ren asked.
“The teachers have already taught every method a ninja uses to train.
Some people just put in more effort than others, that’s all.” He had no idea about any special training.
Teaching Ebisu had only been him messing around and seeing what stuck.
“I want to learn how to counter the Sexy Technique!” “Oh, that?
Sure, easy.
Come with me.” Then Ren stopped short.
“Wait.
How do you know I can counter the Sexy Technique?” “I saw the way you and Ebisu looked at each other.
I don’t misread things like that.
There is definitely something going on between you two!” “Sounds like Ebisu really rattled you, if you’re watching him this closely.” Ren led Genma to the secret base he shared with Ebisu, a thick stretch of woods beside one of the training grounds.
He ducked under a bush and rummaged around, leaves rustling as he searched for something.
A moment later Genma saw him slip a book behind his back and come over with a secretive look on his face.
“Genma, there’s only one way to counter the Sexy Technique, and that’s desensitization training!” “Desensitization training?
What kind of training is that?” Ren brought the book out from behind his back.
“Ebisu went through more than three hundred picture books, tore out the best parts of each one, and bound them all into this single volume.
This is the very heart of his Sexy Technique.
His whole technique was built on studying it.
If you can read the whole thing and feel nothing, calm as still water, then no Sexy Technique will ever get a reaction out of you again.
Go on.
Study it.” Genma took the book and glanced down at the cover.
Then blood started trickling from his nose again.
The woman on the cover had a smoking-hot figure, half-naked and curvy, and at his age Genma had never laid eyes on anything like it.
Ren thought to himself, ‘Konoha’s terrible birth rate is going to fall to me to fix.
The kids in this class are the elite of their whole generation, and most of them will end up without a single child.
If none of us has any, how is the Leaf ever supposed to grow?
I’m doing this for the village too, my Will of Fire pure and true.
From now on, you can all call me the ‘Master’!’ Leaving Genma to it, Ren used a Body Flicker to slip off and went to wait for Kurenai out on the training ground.
The moment Kurenai saw him, her face went pink.
“Ren, you saw that technique Ebisu pulled off today, right?
It was too much!
He actually turned into a woman with no clothes on!” “Yeah, that was a bit much.” ‘A bit much is underselling it,’ Ren thought.
‘If I had been the one doing it, the effect would have blown Ebisu’s out of the water.’ “Ren,” Kurenai went on, “you’re not that kind of person, are you?” “Of course not.
Ebisu’s little trick is beneath me.” After they finished sparring, Kurenai stayed on for extra practice while Ren started turning over a different problem in his mind.
When he had first crossed over into this world, the original body’s chakra sat at around 0.2 units.
Since then he had used the Breakdown System to draw chakra three times, 0.1 units each, which put him at roughly 0.5 now.
That meant his own natural chakra had barely climbed at all.
(Units as in Kakashi chakra measurement system) Was the original body’s talent really this bad?
Kakashi had already hit 0.5 units the year before, made genin, and gone off to the battlefield, so his reserves were bound to be far larger by now.
Drawing chakra through the system was efficient, no question, but natural growth deserved just as much attention.
Chakra was a blend of physical energy and spiritual energy, and how much a ninja carried came down to those two things.
Physical energy could be raised through taijutsu conditioning, since the stronger the body, the more of it there was.
Spiritual energy, though, he had no idea how to build.
From what he remembered of the original story, a ninja’s mind was a fragile thing.
The moment something went wrong, they could slip into mental illness all too easily.
Was there some other way to raise his chakra?
Every time the system boosted it, he felt his body grow sturdier along with it.
Leaning on the system had hidden just how slowly he was improving on his own.
Could it be that his body was advancing too quickly, and his training simply was not hard enough to develop it fully?
Ren thought it over and decided to push the intensity higher and see what happened.
As the two of them wrapped up and headed off the training ground, Genma came ducking out of the little woods as well.
He thought he had wiped all the blood away, but a streak of it still ran along the side of his nose.
“Kurenai, Genma’s being all shifty.
Let’s not hang around him.” “Okay.
We won’t.” Catching the distaste in Kurenai’s eyes, Genma’s heart sank.
The girls must have been disgusted by how pathetic he had looked against Ebisu’s Sexy Technique.
And now even Ren was cutting ties with him.
It was almost too much to take.
… The next morning, Might Guy and Akimichi Takashi ran out in front, trading glances every so often, unable to work out why Ren was moving so slowly.
Takashi could keep pace with Guy for one lap around Konoha these days, then start falling behind from the second lap on.
Today Ren couldn’t even manage the first.
His legs felt weak and rubbery.
Bringing up the rear, drenched in sweat, Ren realized he had gotten a little cocky.
That morning he had strapped ten kilograms around his waist and another five on each calf, and he had not expected it to hit him this hard.
Big as the effect was, he still had to keep training.
He needed full control over his body.
Takashi finished his ten laps.
Guy lapped him several times over, yet Ren never lapped him once, which put him in a great mood.
“Ren, why are your legs so weak?
My big brother said his legs were weak for days after he got married.
Want me to ask him how he sorted it out back then?” Ren answered between heavy breaths.
“Don’t bother.
Your brother’s problem clears up once he sleeps in a separate bed.
Mine’s a different story.” “A separate bed?
Why would he need a separate bed?” “Go home and ask him.” In the daytime sparring class, everyone noticed Ren’s movements were a shade slower than usual.
Slower or not, Takashi still couldn’t get a finger on the hem of his shirt and ended up chasing him all over the field, run ragged like a dog on a leash.
Yamano glanced at the clods of dirt crushed under Ren’s feet and thought, ‘The kid really does drive himself.
He’s actually started weight training.’ Weight training this early could stunt a boy’s growth, but one look at Ren’s tall, lean frame, skinny enough that his classmates had nicknamed him the Beanpole, and it probably wouldn’t make much difference.
The Third Hokage stood only a meter sixty, and that had never stopped him from becoming the strongest Hokage the Leaf had ever seen.
… After two months of grueling work, Ren felt something change one day.
He had broken past the plateau.
His chakra had climbed from 0.5 units to 0.6!
This time it came from his own hard training.
The system hadn’t given it to him.
The days slipped by one after another, and at last the end of term arrived.
This term, Ebisu was exempted from the Transformation Technique exam.
His transformations were in a class of their own, head and shoulders above everyone else.
However much Yamano-sensei looked down on him, even he had to admit that Ebisu’s gift for the Transformation Technique was simply too good.
In the final sparring assessment of the term, the first match put Ren against Akimichi Takashi.
Looking at Takashi, Ren thought, ‘Time to close the net.
For the rest of my life, and the happiness of my dick, Multi-Size Technique, here I come!’