What is the most terrifying thing in training?
Training in the wrong direction.
Especially since the path he is walking now was never a ready-made route in the Ninja World.
Rumble-Rumble Fruit, Lightning Release Chakra, incomplete version of the Kumogakure Lightning Body-Refining Technique, Enel’s lightning experience.
None of these things are simple when taken out individually, but wanting to fuse them into a Lightning Body Tempering system truly suitable for him is extremely difficult.
Previously, he could only rely on bodily feelings and combat results to judge.
If it felt like he had grown stronger, he would continue; if it felt wrong, he would stop.
But this kind of judgment was very crude.
But now that he had the attribute panel, the situation was completely different.
Every time he adjusted the body-tempering intensity, every time he changed the lightning circulation route, and every time he optimized the combat activation method, he could see feedback from the panel.
Even if the progress bar just moved slightly, it was enough to show that the direction was correct.
If he practiced for half a day with no change at all, it proved that there was a problem with the method, and he could change it in time.
This was equivalent to installing a scale ruler for his cultivation.
Haruto tried forming hand seals again.
Lightning Release: Lightning Sphere.
Chakra gathered in his palm, and the blue-and-white lightning quickly formed a lightning sphere the size of a fist.
As the lightning sphere rotated, the progress behind [Lightning Release: Lightning Sphere Proficiency] on the light screen also moved slightly.
Haruto dissipated the lightning sphere, already having a clear idea in his heart.
This panel could not directly make him stronger.
There was no out-of-nowhere stat allocation, no quest rewards, and no mall gift packs.
But it could allow him to see every step of his progress clearly.
For someone who truly wanted to cultivate, this thing was simply amazing.
Most of the time, hard work was not terrifying; what was terrifying was not seeing feedback after working hard.
Practicing swordsmanship a hundred times today, did he actually make progress or not?
Changing the rhythm of the Lightning Body Tempering, did it actually have an effect or not?
Was the Chakra Control of the Three Techniques more stable than yesterday?
Previously, all of these could only be vaguely judged.
Now, everything could be seen, and the boost to his cultivation enthusiasm was practically immediate.
Even if the progress only increased by a tiny bit, it would make one want to keep grinding away.
Haruto looked at the panel, becoming more and more satisfied the more he looked at it.
Zhou Yang losing this plugin was truly a devastating loss.
Without the attribute panel, he could still level up and allocate points, but the growth process would become vague.
As for Haruto getting his hands on it, although he lacked the core experience and attribute points of Zhou Yang’s system, it happened to make up for what he lacked the most.
He did not need the system to arrange a route for him.
He had the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, the Exchange Talent, and the cultivation system of the Ninja World.
What he needed was a tool that could verify directions, record progress, and quantify states.
The attribute panel was just right.
“This is just a plugin.”
Haruto’s gaze fell upon the [attribute panel], and his heart gradually grew warm.
Zhou Yang’s system obviously had more than just this.
Experience acquisition, leveling up, stat allocation, and perhaps other modules.
The fact that the attribute panel could be exchanged over proved that system plugins could indeed be pried away by the Exchange Talent. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
What about next time?
If he used Uchiha-related things or more valuable items for exchange next time, would he also be able to exchange for other plugins in Zhou Yang’s system?
Thinking of this, Uchiha Obito’s head of black hair immediately flashed in Haruto’s mind.
A single lock of hair could be exchanged for the attribute panel, so what if he collected a few more locks?
Haruto made up his mind to continue collecting Obito’s hair next and try to exchange for other plugins of Zhou Yang’s system.
The streets of Konoha.
Obito was supporting an old grandmother, standing by the roadside with his back straight and his face full of seriousness.
“Grandma, don’t worry. With me, Uchiha Obito, around, you are completely safe!”
The old grandmother was stunned, just wanting to speak.
Obito patted his chest and continued, “I am the man who will become the Hokage in the future! Helping you cross the street is a piece of cake!”
After saying that, he prepared to walk forward.
But the moment his foot stepped out, Obito suddenly shuddered all over.
A chill drilled down from the top of his head, as if someone was staring at his head from behind, especially his hair.
Obito subconsciously covered the back of his head.
“Strange…”
“Why does my scalp feel chilly?”
He looked left and right; pedestrians came and went on the street, and there was nothing unusual.
“Could that bastard Kakashi be badmouthing me behind my back again?”
Being supported by him, the old grandmother’s expression became even weirder.
“Child, actually I am not—”
“Grandma, you don’t need to be afraid!”
Obito immediately interrupted her, his tone even firmer.
“With me here, no one dares to bump into you!”
He supported the old grandmother and was about to step forward again.
This time, the old grandmother hurriedly pulled him back hard.
“Child, I am not crossing the street!”
Obito stiffened.
“Ah?”
The old grandmother pointed at the dango shop nearby.
“I am waiting for my grandson; he went to buy some dango.”
As soon as her words fell, a little boy ran out of the dango shop holding a paper bag.
“Grandma! The dango is bought!”
Obito petrified entirely on the spot.
Two passersby nearby looked over, and the stall owner couldn’t help but chuckle.
Obito’s face instantly turned red to the tips of his ears.
“S-Sorry!”
He hurriedly let go of his hand and bowed to apologize.
“I misunderstood!”
After speaking, he turned around and ran.
“That’s not right. Why do I still feel like someone is eyeing my hair?”
As night fell, the lights were lit in the Hatake Residence.
Sakumo Hatake had just finished a mission and returned home, changed out of his outer garment, and sat in front of the dining table.
Kakashi sat opposite him, with that short blade placed beside his hand.
The father and son were always quiet when eating.
But today, Kakashi spoke first.
“Father.”
Sakumo Hatake looked up.
“What is it?”
Kakashi’s movement of picking up food stopped.
“I saw Haruto make a move today.”
Sakumo Hatake thought for a moment.
“Haruto? Naoto’s child?”
“Mm.”
Kakashi nodded.
“I used to think he was just a lower-middle-tier student in class, with average Chakra, average taijutsu, and no eye-catching performance in Ninjutsu.”
“But when he was teaching those three punks a lesson, he didn’t look like an ordinary student at all.”
Sakumo Hatake put down his chopsticks.
“Tell me in detail.”
Kakashi’s tone became a bit more serious.
“He didn’t form hand seals; lightning appeared on his body, and his speed instantly increased.”
“It wasn’t simply releasing a Lightning Release attack, but rather like forcing Lightning Release Chakra into his body to stimulate his muscles and reflexes.”
“After a punch landed, the electricity would also pour into the opponent’s body, causing paralysis.”
“Although those three guys weren’t strong, he resolved the matter far too neatly.”
Sakumo Hatake’s gaze flickered slightly.
“Lightning Nintaijutsu.”
Kakashi nodded.
“Yes.”
Sakumo Hatake pondered for a moment.
“Kumogakure has the Lightning Body Forging Technique, and the Raikage’s lineage has developed Lightning Release Armor to an extremely high degree.”
“What Haruto used might be a derivative move of the Kumogakure Lightning Body Forging Technique.”
“Or it could be that his ancestors had seen similar methods on the battlefield and figured out an incomplete secret technique themselves after returning.”
Kakashi frowned.
“Haruto’s family has this kind of inheritance?”
Sakumo Hatake shook his head.
“Unlikely.”
“His father Naoto is a very excellent Jonin, but Haruto’s family is not a major ninja clan.”
“A genuine Kumogakure secret technique could not easily fall into the hands of an ordinary family.”