Konoha Village, Ninja Academy.
Its comprehensive educational system ensured that talented individuals would not slip through the cracks while also keeping the shinobi system firmly under control.
It could be said that the shinobi system created by the Second Hokage was nearly perfect.
From among the vast number of shinobi, those with outstanding talent were selected and placed under the guidance of trusted Jonin.
The true geniuses would then be taken in as the Jonin’s personal disciples.
Step by step, layer by layer, even a genius would eventually be shaped by this system of instruction.
Jiraiya and Minato were examples of famous civilian-born shinobi who had climbed this path one step at a time.
Of course, Konoha had a large number of shinobi, and most of the people at the upper levels were either members of established clans or individuals with connections.
Civilian-born shinobi who could enter the higher ranks through their own strength were exceedingly rare.
Even Might Guy’s ability to eventually become an important figure within Konoha was probably related to the fact that his father had demonstrated the tremendous power of the Eight Gates.
Otherwise, why had Might Guy’s father remained a mere Eternal Genin while he was still alive, living in a remote forest?
Having realized all this, Ruofeng finally understood that the real Naruto world was far more realistic than the one depicted in the manga.
Suddenly, Ruofeng heard a sound.
A smile appeared on his face.
“It’s here again. I wonder what kind of treasure will appear this time!”
As he spoke, Ruofeng stood up and slowly walked forward.
The space before him began to distort, drawing Ruofeng toward it.
If a Konoha Jonin had happened to arrive here, they would have been absolutely shocked.
This was actually a space-time ninjutsu!
Ruofeng disappeared from the spot as though he had never been there.
If not for the cup of hot tea that remained behind, no one would have believed that someone had been standing there moments ago.
***
A silent space slowly emerged.
A human figure gradually appeared within it.
It was Ruofeng, wearing a faint smile.
This was the source of Ruofeng’s confidence.
It was also the secret he relied upon to survive.
Ruofeng stared into the distance.
A chaotic pile of miscellaneous objects lay there.
At first glance, it looked like nothing more than a junkyard.
And that was exactly what it was.
However, this junk was far from ordinary.
If Ruofeng wanted to become stronger, he needed to search for treasures hidden among this garbage.
This was Ruofeng’s cheating ability.
And it was an unusually strange one at that.
Most people who transmigrated into another world either encountered a Transmigration God, obtained a system, or perhaps gained access to some kind of shop.
Compared with those abilities, Ruofeng’s cheating was truly bizarre.
His cheat was a Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard.
And it was an incredibly powerful Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard.
Naturally, this garbage did not come from the Naruto world.
It came from the countless great worlds beyond it.
Ruofeng had no idea how the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard had come into existence, but he knew that it could connect to countless planes and draw garbage from those worlds into this space.
Who knew what might be found among the garbage from another world?
There could very well be extraordinary treasures hidden inside.
More importantly, the garbage itself had different levels of value.
Something that was worthless garbage in a vast and powerful world could become an unparalleled treasure once it arrived in the Naruto world.
For example, imagine some ordinary weeds from the Primordial World falling into an immortal cultivation world.
Those weeds might become rare heavenly treasures there.
And what if weeds from the Primordial World fell into the Naruto world?
Just thinking about it was enough to excite Ruofeng.
That was why he didn’t dislike the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard.
Instead, he was incredibly excited about it.
At the very least, Ruofeng understood one thing clearly.
If he wanted to become stronger and control his own destiny in the Naruto world, preventing himself from becoming a casualty in the wars of the future, he would have to rely on the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard.
He would have to rely on the garbage from those countless great worlds.
After all, even a random treasure from a powerful world could be enough to help Ruofeng grow tremendously in the Naruto world.
Unfortunately, Ruofeng also had something to complain about.
From the time he had discovered the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard until now, there hadn’t been many valuable things among the garbage.
Ruofeng had discovered the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard when he was one year old.
At the time, a large amount of garbage had appeared.
Unfortunately, it had all come from a modern urban world.
Ruofeng couldn’t fully understand where it came from at first, but after finding some fragments of books among the garbage, he discovered elementary school textbooks.
That was enough for him to realize that the garbage had come from a modern world on Earth.
Although he hadn’t found anything that could directly make him stronger, he had obtained quite a collection of Japanese adult magazines and videos.
Those things might have been the most valuable items in that first batch of garbage.
His grandfather had discovered them, taken them away, and eventually given them to Konoha’s resident pervert, Jiraiya.
In return, Ruofeng gained quite a bit of goodwill from Jiraiya.
Ruofeng also figured out that the garbage didn’t appear according to his wishes.
He couldn’t control when it would arrive.
However, it would appear at least once a year.
When Ruofeng was two years old, another batch of garbage appeared.
That time, he obtained quite a few useful things.
There were numerous electronic devices, and among them, Ruofeng found an old laptop.
Although it looked rather outdated, it contained a large collection of novels.
This delighted Ruofeng.
There were even several Naruto fanfiction novels among them, giving him a certain amount of reference material.
When Ruofeng was three years old, another batch of garbage appeared.
This time, the sight was spectacular.
It looked as though an enormous building had collapsed.
The architecture had been extraordinarily magnificent, resembling a grand imperial palace.
Inside the ruined palace, Ruofeng discovered numerous ancient books.
These ancient texts eventually confirmed something astonishing.
This was the Epang Palace of the Qin Dynasty, which had been burned by Xiang Yu.
Part of the palace had somehow been reduced to garbage and collected by the Three-Thousand Worlds Junkyard.
Most of the ancient books were incomplete, but some medical texts had survived in relatively good condition.
That gave Ruofeng a considerable harvest.
When Ruofeng was four years old, the garbage once again came from a modern urban world.
But this urban world was different.
From fragments of newspapers, Ruofeng discovered that the world was actually the setting of The Legend of Bruce Lee.
Although it was still a modern world, it contained martial arts such as Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, and nunchaku techniques.
These things naturally couldn’t compare with the treasures from truly powerful worlds, but this world at least contained genuine martial arts.
Among the garbage, Ruofeng even found a book containing a selection of Jeet Kune Do techniques.
Although it appeared to be nothing more than a printed edition, some of the fighting techniques describing how to strike and attack were enough to excite Ruofeng for quite some time.
Now Ruofeng is five years old.
He had been waiting for the garbage to appear for quite some time.
He hadn’t expected it to finally arrive today.
Ruofeng stared at the distant pile of garbage.
“This is the fifth time. From the first batch of completely useless garbage to the martial arts world that appeared last time, it seems that the worlds supplying the garbage are becoming stronger with every occurrence.”
“Perhaps this time, I’ll get a world of martial arts and heroes!”
Ruofeng spoke calmly, but his eyes were filled with excitement.
Every year, Ruofeng looked forward to the faint movement he felt between his eyebrows.
That was the sign that the garbage was about to appear.
He had no idea what would arrive this time.
Just as Ruofeng was lost in thought, a rumbling sound suddenly echoed through the silent space.
“Boom…”
“Boom…”
***
The space above him began to distort.
Then, with a loud clatter, piles of garbage began falling from the distorted space.
Dust filled the air, accompanied by several charred branches.
Ruofeng frowned.
“What kind of world does this garbage come from? Can’t it arrive properly for once? And what’s with the huge burned tree?”
Ruofeng was rather displeased.
Even so, he stared at the distant pile of garbage with anticipation, hoping that something valuable would appear this time.