Uchiha Makoto squatted at the edge of the training ground, staring at the ants moving their home on the ground.
He sighed, stood up, and patted the dust off his backside.
“Late again.”
He glanced at the position of the sun.
Nearly half an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of that guy Obito.
Speaking of unexpected, it was not actually unexpected.
Obito in the original story was the king of tardiness, someone who could even be late for the graduation exam.
According to the setting, this guy was either helping an old grandma cross the street, helping a lost child find their mother, or rescuing a cat stuck in a tree in some corner.
“Uchiha · Helpful Citizen · Obito,” Uchiha Makoto muttered.
He did not think about dragging Obito back.
First, he was too lazy to run; second, he could just use this time to figure out how to cram the theory of Moonwalk into Obito’s head.
“I need to make up a more reliable story!” Uchiha Makoto rubbed his chin.
After waiting another ten minutes, a familiar figure finally appeared at the entrance of the training ground.
“Brother Makoto! Sorry, sorry, sorry!”
Obito ran over panting, the goggles on his forehead tilted to one side, there was dust on his face, and his clothes were wrinkled, looking like he had just been through an adventure.
“Was it rescuing a cat or helping an old grandma this time?” Uchiha Makoto asked.
“Huh?” Obito was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head sheepishly, “Neither… A little girl’s kite flew away, and I went to help her get it back.”
Uchiha Makoto sighed, “All right, let us start training. Any later and the sun will go down.”
“Yes!”
Obito straightened his body, his expression solemn.
Holding his breath, he tried to harden his right hand with Flowing Tekkai.
Hold.
Hold.
His face turned red from holding his breath.
The muscles of his right arm did tense up, and a faint metallic luster appeared on the surface of his skin.
But the problem was that his entire left arm, along with half his body, also stiffened together.
“Relax!” Uchiha Makoto shouted, “Only harden the right hand! Do not move anywhere else!”
“I, I am trying!” Obito squeezed out those words from between his teeth.
Five seconds later, he let out a “poof” of air and collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
“No…
Brother Makoto, I really cannot do it.” Obito looked at his right hand with a frustrated expression, “You have already mastered it, but I have practiced for so long and cannot even harden one hand properly.”
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“Obito, everyone’s talent is different. You have already done very well.”
“Other people might not train this taijutsu as fast as you.”
Obito blinked, “Then how did you master it, Brother Makoto?”
“I am an exception.” Uchiha Makoto pointed to his head.
“My talent points might all be added to developing Ninjutsu. Just like some people are born running fast and some are born with great strength, I am probably born… with a wilder imagination.”
Obito half-understood.
“So do not compare my progress with yours,” Uchiha Makoto continued.
“Comparing other people’s strengths with yourself is making things difficult for yourself. What you should compare with is yesterday’s self.”
“Yesterday’s me…” Obito thought for a moment, “Yesterday’s me seemed just as bad.”
Uchiha Makoto: “…”
This kid actually had some self-awareness.
“Then let us change the angle.” Uchiha Makoto changed his phrasing, “What does it mean that you cannot learn it now? It means your room for improvement is still huge! Look at me, I have mastered it, so there is no room for improvement left. How miserable.”
Obito’s eyes slowly lit up, “It seems… that is how it is?”
“Of course.” Uchiha Makoto patted his shoulder.
“Going from zero to sixty points is much easier than going from ninety to one hundred points. You are currently in the stage of starting from zero, and every step is progress.”
Obito sat up and nodded vigorously, “Brother Makoto, you are right. My room for improvement is still huge!”
“That is right.” Uchiha Makoto stood up, “Come on, continue.”
In the subsequent training, Obito was much more serious.
Although he still could not do Flowing Tekkai well.
Either his whole body was stiff, or only his fingertips hardened for a split second, but he no longer complained or felt depressed.
Instead, after every failure, he took a deep breath and started over.
Uchiha Makoto watched from the side, actually a bit surprised in his heart.
Putting aside the appearance of the King of Tardiness and Hot-blooded Idiot, Obito was actually quite resilient in training.
And upon close observation, one could find that this guy was not stupid.
He was wise behind a foolish facade.
For example, Flowing Tekkai, the principle is localized hardening.
Obito could not do it not because he could not understand it, but because his body control precision was not enough.
But his Chakra amount was very sufficient, and his explosive power was strong.
This point could be felt in the Chakra fluctuation at the moment after each hardening failure.
“This guy…” Uchiha Makoto pondered inwardly, “Should I tailor a training plan for him?”
Where was Obito’s talent?
Scenes from the original story flashed through Uchiha Makoto’s mind.
Kamui, that thing was a top-tier cheat throughout the entire Naruto World.
The fact that Obito could use it so smoothly meant that he had a natural sense of space.
This was a very mystical talent, just like some people were born with a good sense of rhythm, and some people were born with a strong sense of direction.
But Uchiha Makoto did not dare to touch this.
What if he really cultivated Obito into a Space-Time master, what would happen if he turned dark in the future?
An Obito who knew Kamui was already hard enough to deal with; if he also played tricks with Kamui, that would be a huge headache.
“Better guide him in a safe direction,” Uchiha Makoto thought.
What other talents did Obito have?
Fire Release.
In the original story, Obito’s Grand Fireball was used quite well.
Within the Uchiha Clan, being able to master the Grand Fireball during the Ninja Academy period was considered excellent.
“Perhaps we can develop in this direction…” Uchiha Makoto thought.
Right at this time, Obito failed training once again and sat on the ground panting.
“Brother Makoto,” Obito suddenly spoke, “Am I… not suitable for practicing taijutsu?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I practice so slowly.” Obito lowered his head and looked at his hands.
Uchiha Makoto sat down next to him.
“Everyone’s suitable path is different. Just like some people find it handy to use a sword, and some find it handy to use a Kunai. Forcibly changing weapons will instead prevent you from showing your strength.”
Obito looked up at him.
“Obito, do you know where your advantage lies?” Uchiha Makoto asked.
“Where?”
“Your Chakra amount is very sufficient,” Uchiha Makoto said, “And your explosive power is strong. This kind of physique is actually very suitable for practicing some… Ninjutsu that requires a massive output of Chakra instantly.”
Like Fire Release.
But Uchiha Makoto did not say it out loud.
Some things had to be realized by the person involved themselves.
“Really?” Obito’s eyes lit up again.
“Really.” Uchiha Makoto nodded.
“So do not be discouraged. Finding the right path is more important than charging ahead blindly.”
After resting for a while, Uchiha Makoto stood up.
“Let us have an actual combat match,” he said.
“I will use normal Tekkai, and you use Flowing Tekkai. Use it to whatever extent you can.”