"Single Tomoe Sharingan!"
Normal Effect: Slows enemy attack speed and enhances perception.
Special Effect: 30% chance to cast genjutsu, 30% chance to copy opponent's magic.
Houma clicked to inspect the Sharingan's abilities in this world. Even though the odds of using genjutsu or copying magic were only 30%, it was still enough to make him giddy. Most importantly, he could finally use ninjutsu in this world!
And with the taijutsu training passed down from Master Guy, once he opened even one of the Eight Gates, he could beat down whoever he wanted!
"Next step, time to farm some monsters for points!"
The only way to earn points in this system was through monster hunting, a very common method in leveling systems.
Houma left the skeleton cave and dragged his sore body down toward the church at the foot of the mountain. Today had been an incredibly fruitful day. He shook his aching arms and sighed.
"If only I could exchange for a healing potion right now…"
Unlike chakra cultivation or magical meditation, which mainly required dedication, training the body was like maintaining a weapon. If you just wore it down without taking care of it, you'd break it before you knew it.
Back then, he could rely on chakra to nourish his body. But now, he'd only just started accumulating chakra, and this tiny bit of energy didn't even have time to reach his hands before dispersing into his limbs.
"Grrr…"
A hungry mountain wolf, so thin it looked like it hadn't eaten in days, lay crouched nearby, its eyes locked tightly on Houma as he walked down the path. The moment he turned his back, the beast lunged from the bushes, its drooling fangs reeking even from a distance!
"Ah yes… youth is just like a Leaf Whirlwind!"
With an impossible twist of his waist, Houma spun his entire body 360 degrees and landed a vicious spinning kick squarely on the wolf's jaw.
"YIPE!"
The wolf let out a pitiful shriek as its teeth scattered in all directions. The raw power behind the strike sent it flying straight through the air.
BANG!!
The wolf's skull crashed into a tree trunk with a sickening crunch. Its cranium shattered on impact, dead on the spot.
"What a poor little thing…"
Houma had already noticed the wolf earlier, likely a sick or weak one, driven out by its pack. Since killing a frail, half-dead wolf wouldn't yield much in terms of points, he hadn't bothered. But if it was stupid enough to throw itself at him, that was its own fault.
[System Notice: Host has slain 1 normal mountain wolf. Gained 1 Point.]
"Well now, that's not bad at all!"
Houma immediately used the point to redeem a healing potion.
Description: Can be taken orally or applied externally. Effective for headaches, colds, and physical injuries.
He inspected the label carefully. This looked like a well-rounded low-grade potion, nothing fancy, but versatile. Supposedly, even soaking in a bath with some of it could help nourish the body. Not bad.
Gulp gulp gulp,
Houma downed half the bottle in one go. It tasted a little sweet. As the potion spread from his stomach throughout his limbs, he clearly felt the pain in his fingers ease. The frightening sausage-like color faded to a bruised purple. Though the wounds hadn't fully healed, the improvement was obvious.
"Let's try applying it directly."
He poured a bit of the potion into his left palm, then began rubbing both hands together.
"Ssshhh, DAMN that burns!"
He hadn't expected this. The potion was sweet going down, but once it touched his skin, it stung like chili oil poured up his nostrils!
Most people would be howling by now. But Houma wasn't just anyone, he was a man forged by Master Guy's torturous training! His pain tolerance was on a whole different level.
"OH MAMA, THIS HURTS LIKE HELL!"
Houma rolled on the ground, clutching his hands. Not like anyone was watching, so who cared if he screamed a bit?
Pain aside, the results were incredible. The bruises on his ten fingers visibly lightened, the purple turning into a more tolerable blue. He quickly poured more potion onto his hands, rubbing them again.
Before long, his fingers were moving freely again. Though still slightly swollen, they were good to go.
"Very good!"
Satisfied with the potion's effectiveness, Houma nodded. Now he could unleash his youth without holding back!
While Asta never slacked off, his training was still bound by normal human limits due to the lack of chakra-enhanced recovery. Standard exercises like push-ups or sit-ups? Asta could easily do thousands. But without chakra, his body was always skating the edge of injury.
That's why, at this point, Asta's body still wasn't ready to handle the Eight Gates, and even more advanced taijutsu moves were still out of reach.
Still… with his current strength, he could probably wipe the floor with those bratty rookies who just got their grimoires!