More than a month has passed since Naruto arrived in this world.
Aside from his first day, when the Nine-Tails attacked and his parents sacrificed their lives to protect him.
He had spent nearly all of his time with nothing to do.
This world didn’t have modern smartphones.
Although televisions and other household appliances existed, the technology level of the Naruto world actually wasn’t as primitive as many people assumed.
Still, without any real entertainment to pass the time.
Naruto could only throw himself into physical training.
As a result, his physique improved at an astonishing rate.
At only one month old, he already possessed strength surpassing that of an ordinary five-year-old.
Not to mention he had long since learned to stand.
Running and jumping were no problem either.
If anyone ever found out the title of “monster” would be completely justified.
People would undoubtedly conclude that he really was the reincarnation of the Demon Fox.
Fortunately Naruto had now become extremely proficient with his sensory ability.
At present, he could perceive every detail inside the entire Konoha Hospital.
Every person’s location.
Every movement.
In some ways, it was even more convenient than the Hyūga Clan’s Byakugan.
Within his mind it was as though he’d reconstructed the entire hospital in perfect detail.
Everything appeared before him as clearly as if he were looking at it directly.
Even more impressively his sensory range had expanded beyond the hospital itself.
Everything within roughly two surrounding city blocks now fell within his perception.
Sometimes when married couples in nearby houses engaged in certain late-night activities.
He could perceive those too.
Seriously.
That was a bit much.
Still at least it counted as some nightlife.
Wasn’t that more entertaining than watching television?
Ahem.
On this particular day.
Naruto continued his training.
He deliberately tucked his left arm behind his back.
Supporting himself with only his right hand against the bed he began doing one-handed push-ups.
It was completely absurd.
Just after finishing a set of fifty one-handed push-ups with his right arm.
He prepared to switch arms.
Suddenly a series of light footsteps approached from outside.
They stopped directly in front of the door.
Naruto immediately dropped flat onto the bed and pretended to be asleep.
His movements were so smooth and practiced it was obvious he’d done this countless times before.
After all he had already learned his lesson once.
Back then, a nurse had witnessed something impossible and ended up bringing the Third Hokage and several others to investigate.
Although the Third hadn’t believed her story.
Naruto understood perfectly that accidents like that couldn’t keep happening.
If more people discovered how abnormal he really was.
Who knew what might happen?
Perhaps someone would decide to dissect him for research.
After all this world contained no shortage of mad scientists.
Orochimaru was the obvious example.
Even old Danzō had eventually collected an entire arm full of Sharingan.
Naruto still lacked the ability to protect himself.
The door opened.
A nurse stepped inside.
She cautiously glanced toward the motionless baby lying on the bed.
Then, walking as quietly as possible, she slowly made her way to the bedside cabinet.
An empty bottle rested there.
She placed a fresh bottle of prepared formula on the cabinet, picked up the empty one.
Then hurried out of the room.
Even more exaggerated.
By the end, she was practically jogging, as though something terrifying were chasing her.
The instant the door clicked shut.
Naruto opened his eyes.
His blue gaze carried obvious dissatisfaction.
Over the past month.
He had fed himself every single meal.
The nurses merely delivered prepared bottles.
Not one of them ever bothered feeding him.
Fortunately he wasn’t an ordinary baby.
Otherwise he would have starved to death long ago.
In fact he already had.
Only because the Sage of Six Paths awakened Ashura’s chakra within him had he survived.
“They’re treating even a newborn like this?”
“This is beyond ridiculous.”
“I absolutely can’t stay in Konoha.”
“One day I’ll leave.”
“Even if I become a missing-nin.”
“I won’t care.”
Naruto silently reaffirmed his determination.
Truthfully he had made that decision long ago.
The reason he kept repeating it wasn’t because he feared forgetting.
How could he possibly forget something so important?
Instead he used that goal to constantly push himself forward.
He feared that memories of his peaceful previous life.
A world protected by a powerful nation.
Might one day cause him to grow complacent.
This world was different.
Here strength determined everything.
Without power one didn’t even have the right to choose how to die.
Moreover he was the Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki.
Sooner or later the people operating behind the scenes would come after him.
Whether it was Uchiha Madara, Obito Uchiha the manipulated Akatsuki or the deeply hidden Black Zetsu.
None of them would ever give up on capturing the Nine-Tails.
If he wanted nothing more than to survive.
He needed enough strength to protect himself.
That was exactly why.
He had begun training from the very first month of his life.
“Just wait.”
“One day.”
“I’ll make everyone who dares target me regret it.”
“I’ll make the entire world afraid to underestimate me.”
“And no one will ever dare provoke me again.”
Thinking that, Naruto sat up. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
With practiced familiarity, he grabbed the nearby bottle and began drinking.
Although his ambitions were grand.
Watching him happily suck on a baby’s bottle was.
Well.
Rather difficult to take seriously.
After finishing his “lunch” Naruto didn’t rest.
Since he’d already completed his push-ups he pulled over a blanket and used it to secure his feet before beginning another set of sit-ups.
Later in the afternoon.
When many people around the hospital settled down for naps.
He climbed out of bed.
By now, he could walk freely.
He practiced squats.
He practiced frog jumps.
He refused to waste even a single opportunity to strengthen himself.
Nor did he worry about damaging his still-developing body.
Quite the opposite.
The exercise only allowed Ashura’s chakra to strengthen him even further.
He could clearly feel himself growing stronger.
Every single day brought visible progress.
It felt almost like raising a character in a simulation game.
Except the character he was cultivating was himself.
Having training to occupy every day also made time pass much faster.
“For now.”
“This is the most I can do.”
“Sneaking in little bits of training while hiding it from everyone.”
“But once I’m allowed to leave Konoha Hospital and live on my own.”
“Things will become much easier.”
“Then I can strap sandbags to my legs and begin running drills.”
“I can finally start proper chakra training.”
“Tree climbing.”
“Water walking.”
“I’ll practice all of them.”
“And then.”
“Ninjutsu.”
“Third Hokage.”
“You may have taken away my parents’ inheritance.”
“You may even have locked away their techniques.”
“But.”
“Do you really think I don’t know how to learn the Rasengan?”
“As long as I master the Rasengan.”
“Then, little by little.”
“I’ll develop an entire Rasengan combo of my own.”
“That alone will be enough to challenge anyone.”
“Just don’t give me the chance to grow up.”
“Otherwise.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes mischievously.
“Heh.
heh.
heh.”