From the original work, it could be seen that Obito, who was always comparing himself with the genius Kakashi and whose dream was to become the Hokage, still had a certain degree of confidence in himself.
“Alright.” Makoto waved his hand, “Sit down, class is starting.”
Obito obediently sat down, and Makoto also returned to his seat.
As soon as Makoto sat down, he felt that his body was a bit strange.
It wasn’t pain, nor was it itchiness.
It was a…
very wonderful feeling.
It felt like a warm current made a circle in his body and then stopped in his brain.
“Is this the talent of a ‘genius’?” Makoto muttered inwardly, “Why does it feel like a filter has been turned on?”
He tried to recall the Chakra Extraction Technique taught by the teacher yesterday.
Those obscure theories suddenly became clear.
Physical energy, spiritual energy, mixing ratio, flow path…
Previously, it looked like reading heavenly books; now, it looked like reading an elementary school textbook.
“Interesting.” Makoto raised his eyebrows.
Although it didn’t directly give Chakra, it gave comprehension ability.
This wave wasn’t a loss.
On the podium, the teacher started lecturing, still about the Chakra Extraction Technique, but this time, Makoto understood.
Not only did he understand, but he could also draw inferences from one instance.
“So that’s how it is…” He listened while pondering inwardly, “Physical energy comes from cells, spiritual energy comes from the brain, and the mixing ratio varies from person to person…”
No wonder he couldn’t extract it yesterday; he had misunderstood several key points before.
Now that it was corrected, maybe he could extract Chakra tonight.
Just as he was thinking, a rustling sound came from beside him.
Makoto turned his head.
Obito was secretly glancing over at him, his eyes filled with “When are we going to start training”.
Makoto mouthed: “After school.”
Obito nodded vigorously.
Then he turned back, sat straight, and listened more intently than anyone else.
Makoto looked at his back, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.
This experiment…
seemed to have succeeded.
Making others believe “I am a genius” was not as good as saying “We are all geniuses”.
The former was too deliberate and easily aroused suspicion.
The latter was more natural and easier for people to accept.
Obito’s reaction was proof.
He not only believed it, but also believed it righteously and confidently.
“It seems this trick can be used more often in the future.” Makoto calculated inwardly.
If he said too much, it would easily give the game away.
For several days in a row, Makoto and Obito hung out at the training ground.
Practicing from after school until dark, from taijutsu to Chakra extraction.
That kid Obito was truly working hard; sweat poured down like rain, and after practicing he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, only to bounce back and continue practicing the next day.
However, Makoto discovered a problem.
Obito’s trust in him was stuck.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe, but being together every day, the trust value had reached a threshold.
Obito felt that Makoto was just that awesome; as for how awesome specifically, it was the kind of awesome that could beat Qingmu and the other two with one hand.
And because of Obito’s weight relationship, at most 80% could be manifested.
Recently, Uchiha Makoto could only fleece some Chakra quantity.
Makoto pondered for a long time and finally figured it out.
Distance creates beauty.
Staying together every day wouldn’t give a strong sense of a gap regarding someone else’s growth.
He needed to find someone else to fleece.
Change to whom?
Several figures flashed through Makoto’s mind.
Asuma?
Kurenai?
Rin?
None of these few would do.
Then that only left…
“Guy.”
Might Guy.
A pure, passionate youth whose brain contained nothing but youth and more youth.
This kind was the easiest to fool.
Moreover, Guy had quite a bit of screen time in the original work, and his weight shouldn’t be low.
No sooner said than done.
The next day after school, Makoto didn’t go to the training ground to train with Obito.
He staked out the road on the edge of the village directly.
After waiting for about ten minutes, he indeed saw Guy, wearing his classic green jumpsuit, rushing out with his schoolbag on his back, his legs moving extremely fast.
“Guy!”
Makoto shouted.
Guy stopped with a swish, turned his head, saw Makoto, and his eyes lit up.
“Makoto! Are you here to run too!”
“Yes, I just want to exercise my body.”
Guy wiped away some sweat, “I was just getting ready to run ten laps around Konoha. Do you want to join?”
“Ten laps?” Makoto’s mouth twitched.
A six-year-old kid running fifty kilometers?
Was this fucking human?
“That’s right!” Guy clenched his fists, raging flames burning in his eyes, “This is youth!”
“Fine, fine, fine, youth, youth.” Makoto waved his hand, “Uhm, I’ll run with you.”
“Really?!” Guy’s eyes brightened even more.
“Really.”
“Great!” Guy grabbed Makoto’s hand, “Let us water the flower of friendship with sweat!”
Makoto: “…”
He somewhat regretted it.
Since he was already here, he had to bite the bullet and run.
The two ran out side by side.
At first, it was fine.
Makoto at least had the taijutsu buff given by the system; running three to five kilometers wasn’t a problem.
But that kid Guy was like he had been injected with chicken blood, running faster and faster.
Five kilometers.
Ten kilometers.
Fifteen kilometers.
Makoto panted like a bellows, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead.
Guy was still shouting beside him: “Makoto! Come on! This is youth!”
“You…
your head’s youth…” Makoto was out of breath, “I…
I can’t do it anymore…”
“How can you say you can’t!” Guy looked solemn, “A man cannot say he can’t!”
Makoto rolled his eyes.
He finally understood why Guy almost kicked out the finale with one kick in the original work.
This stamina was simply not human.
“Stop…
stop for a moment…” Makoto supported himself against the wall, “I…
I have something to tell you…”
“What is it?” Guy stopped in his tracks, his face neither red nor out of breath.
Makoto panted for a long time before catching his breath.
“I…
I am researching a new taijutsu.” He spoke while panting, “I…
I want you to give me some advice.”
“A new taijutsu?!” Guy’s eyes lit up with a swish, “What new taijutsu?!”
“I call it Tekkai.”