Shin used his Byakugan to examine his Energy Core.
The energy inside had changed.
Black and white currents revolved around each other, intertwined so tightly that they could no longer be separated.
“Yin and Yang…” Shin’s heart shook.
At the same time, another thought came to him.
If he wanted to keep increasing his combat power, he would probably have to cultivate all three attributes together from now on.
None of them could fall too far behind the others.
If the balance between Yin and Yang were disrupted, his two Bloodlines might become unstable as well.
Shin didn’t dare imagine what might happen if that balance collapsed.
And he certainly wasn’t willing to test it.
From now on, dual cultivation of body and technique would be his path.
Feeling the tremendous strength surging through his body, Shin clenched his fist.
He had a feeling he could kill a cow with one punch.
An ordinary Genin probably wouldn’t survive a direct hit.
Strength 13 was equivalent to roughly 650 jin of punching force, but that still wasn’t enough to reach one full turn.
One turn represented 1,000 jin.
Right now, Shin possessed roughly half a turn of strength.
He opened his Character Panel.
Character Panel: Host: Uchiha shin Realm: Genin Combat Power: 3.7 Cultivation Technique: primordial chaos Heaven Devouring Art Strength: 13 Physique: 10 Spirit: 14 Energy: 140 Bloodline: Sharingan (One-Tomoe), Byakugan (First Turn) Talent: Energy Conversion, Amaterasu (Level 1), Space Compression (Level 1) Skills: Three Body Technique (Level 10), Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (Level 5) Evolution Points: 0 Activating two Bloodlines had pushed Shin’s strength to another level.
If he encountered a Chunin now, he was confident he could at least survive.
And if the opportunity was right, he might even kill one.
Shin was still riding the excitement when exhaustion finally caught up with him.
His body and mind had both been pushed to their limits.
He collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, pale sunlight slipped through the gaps in the window and spilled across the room.
Shin slowly opened his eyes.
His first instinct was to check his body.
A grin immediately spread across his face.
Two Bloodlines.
Both the Sharingan and Byakugan were active.
Who else in the entire Ninja World could boast something like that?
As long as he continued growing step by step, the future he wanted would eventually become reality.
Then he remembered Nakagawa Ichiryū’s words before they parted yesterday.
They had to gather at the Hokage Building before eight o’clock this morning and officially begin accepting missions.
Shin’s good mood vanished.
He dragged himself into the washroom.
Just like the plot, the Village wasn’t planning to throw them straight onto the battlefield.
They would first be given some time to adapt, starting with simple missions to gain experience and learn how the mission system worked.
At the same time, these missions would teach them why completing assignments mattered.
Shin already knew what was waiting for them.
Catching cats.
Finding lost dogs.
Fishing.
Thinking about spending the next several days doing the same tasks previous graduates had done made his head hurt.
He understood the purpose.
These missions could familiarize them with the process, teach them the hardships of being a Ninja, and gradually prepare them for more dangerous assignments.
But some of those missions were nothing more than a waste of time.
And time was exactly what Shin couldn’t afford to waste.
If he had that time, Shin would rather take a few days off and cultivate without distractions.
But this was the Village’s rule, and it was part of the process.
No matter how unwilling he was, Shin still had to follow it.
After washing up and eating, he arrived at the Hokage Building.
Abero looked excited from the moment they arrived.
Accepting Ninja missions meant earning money, but more importantly, it gave him a chance to train and gain real experience.
He had been looking forward to this for a long time.
But once they actually received their first mission, all that excitement vanished.
Led by Nakagawa Ichiryū, the three of them stood beside a small river on the outskirts of the Village, each carrying a bamboo basket.
Their mission was to pick up trash.
Abero stared at the garbage floating in the water, his face going blank.
For someone dreaming of becoming Hokage, this was unbearable.
The mission was boring, paid little, and offered almost nothing that could help his cultivation.
As he picked up another piece of trash, Abero couldn’t hold back his complaints.
“This is so boring.
When am I supposed to get stronger doing this?” Ito Miyuki was much calmer.
Despite her usual carefree and fiery personality, she understood the Village’s affairs better than either of them.
Every newly graduated Genin had to go through missions like these.
Complaining wouldn’t change anything.
It was better to finish quickly, accumulate mission experience, and qualify for more difficult assignments.
Nakagawa Ichiryū stood on the riverbank, watching the three of them closely.
He observed their every move.
His gaze lingered on Shin the longest, and from time to time, he nodded.
Abero complained while working.
Ito Miyuki quietly picked up the trash.
Only Shin treated the mission as training.
He didn’t simply collect the garbage and finish the assignment.
He used every movement to hone his body, control his breathing, and refine his physical coordination.
That was the kind of mindset every elite Ninja needed.
Nakagawa Ichiryū became increasingly satisfied with him.
He even began considering whether he should take Shin as his Disciple.
A teacher could pass on knowledge and techniques.
A Disciple was different.
A true Disciple inherited everything a teacher had learned—their techniques, experience, and understanding accumulated over a lifetime.
That was the difference between a student and a Disciple.
But when Nakagawa Ichiryū thought about Shin’s identity, he couldn’t help shaking his head.
The Village’s higher-ups were suppressing the Uchiha Clan, whether openly or in subtle ways.
As a Jonin, how could he not see it?
Once the war ended, no one knew what would happen to the Uchiha.
Nakagawa Ichiryū didn’t want to get dragged into that mess.
He needed to maintain his distance from the clan.
The reason he favored Shin was much simpler.
He had seen Shin’s dedication.
Everyone else treated this as nothing more than a mission.
Shin was using the mission to sharpen himself.
If someone watched Shin carefully, they would notice something unusual.
Whenever he waded into the river to collect trash, his feet never touched the riverbed.
He was standing directly on the surface of the water.
This required precise Chakra control.
A Ninja had to maintain a steady flow of Chakra through the soles of their feet while constantly adjusting the output to match the water beneath them.
Many veteran Genin couldn’t do it.
It was generally considered a skill that required Chunin-level Chakra control.
Yet Shin had only recently become a Genin, and he was already able to maintain his balance on the water with ease.
Naturally, Nakagawa Ichiryū couldn’t help but feel tempted to nurture such a talent.
Shin himself had no idea his sensei was watching him.
His entire mind was focused on cultivation.
As for why he had thought of using water-walking to train his Chakra control, there was nothing strange about it.
Anyone familiar with Naruto knew this method.
What surprised Shin was how easily he had succeeded.
He had managed to stand on the water on his very first attempt.
After that, his control only became more precise.
It was almost as if he had been born knowing how to do it.
Shin didn’t believe his talent was that extraordinary.
His success was probably related to his Cultivation Technique.
After all, the primordial chaos Heaven Devouring Art had already refined his energy far beyond ordinary Chakra.
On top of that, he now possessed dual Bloodlines.
With all these advantages combined, perhaps this level of Chakra control was only natural.
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