On the playground.
Hyuga Satoru glanced at Obito, who seemed utterly hopeless, and silently muttered to himself, Obito, you can't blame me for this.
It's not unexpected when you do something stupid. You're the best test subject. Besides, I'm just motivating you to study harder and not get obsessed with early romance. It's for your own good.
Through his interference tests with Obito's shuriken, Satoru discovered that he could control even shuriken flying at high speeds. From now on, ninja tools wouldn't pose much of a threat to him.
Watching Obito flail about, Fujino Daiki sighed, tugging at his thinning hair. A headache was already building.
"How did the Uchiha end up with such a bizarre one?"
"Never mind. Next, Hyuga Iruka."
A boy with bandages on his forehead and pure white eyes stepped forward, tossing shuriken with precision.
"10 points, 9 points, 10 points..."
"Impressive, he's only slightly behind Kakashi and the others."
"After all, he's from the Hyuga clan."
"Why's his forehead bandaged?" someone whispered.
"Shh! Don't you know? That's the Hyuga clan's..."
Upon hearing this, Hyuga Iruka's expression turned cold. He instinctively clenched his fists as he walked back to his spot.
Fujino Daiki nodded in approval. After observing for several days, he realized that although Iruka might not be the most talented, he was certainly the hardest-working. For the Hyuga branch, hard work was their only way forward.
"Next, Hyuga Satoru."
Satoru walked forward, picking up several shuriken and weighing them in his hands.
"7 points, 7 points, 7 points… 10 points."
After several 7-point throws, his last one just barely hit 10 points.
The crowd started murmuring.
"Although he's from the Hyuga clan, he's quite a bit worse than Iruka! He's way behind Kakashi and the others."
"Yeah, not everyone can be a genius."
Satoru's face remained neutral, as though he hadn't heard their discussions.
Hyuga Iruka glanced at Satoru before turning away, not giving him much thought. Though they were both from the Hyuga clan, they rarely interacted. Satoru's performance wasn't worth his attention.
However, Uchiha Rin watched Satoru's target area intently, her eyes flashing with sudden interest. She noticed that the positions of the shuriken on the target formed a six-pointed star.
Was that a coincidence?
Interesting.
After Satoru returned home, someone came to knock on his door. He opened it to find a guard from the branch family.
The guard, wearing a ninja headband, handed him a slightly bulging envelope.
"Hyuga Satoru, this is the allowance the family has provided for you this month."
Satoru took the envelope, which had his name and the amount written on it.
"Thanks."
The guard nodded and disappeared in a flash.
This guard only came once a month to deliver his allowance. Satoru saw him rarely, and when they did meet, there was almost no extra conversation.
Opening the envelope, Satoru found 1,500 ryo in thin bills. He frowned slightly. In a world where a single bowl of ramen cost 60 ryo, 1,500 ryo wouldn't last long.
The Hyuga clan, one of Konoha's most prominent families, was deeply devoted to its clan and its traditions—perhaps to an extreme. Order was revered, even to the point of overzealousness.
Each clan member was like a cog in a massive machine, silently walking along their preordained path.
Since his arrival in this world, Satoru had already felt the coldness of human connections. As an orphan, he lived alone in a corner of the clan compound, and the family barely acknowledged his existence. This allowance was only given because his father had died for the main family.
But that wasn't so bad. If he were from another branch family, he'd be under the constant supervision of the main family. At least now, he had some freedom.
As for the caged bird seal, Satoru wasn't particularly afraid. Once his electromagnetism was strong enough, he could do almost anything. Removing a cursed seal would be easy. And when he was strong enough, he could even cause a coup and gain the Rinnegan. The caged bird would be nothing to him.
The key was to be strong enough.
After dinner, Satoru quietly slipped out of the clan compound and headed toward the forest on the back mountain.
He wanted to test his abilities thoroughly. If he did it within the compound, someone might notice the disturbance.
Satoru threw a shuriken with all his might. Under the influence of electromagnetism, the shuriken shimmered with faint blue lightning as it disappeared with a whoosh.
Through his Byakugan, he clearly saw the shuriken hit a tree trunk over 100 meters away.
Satoru raised an eyebrow. The maximum lethal range of a regular ninja shuriken was around 40 meters, and even Jonin had a hard time exceeding that. But this distance—this was the equivalent of ten stories!
And ninjutsu generally had even lower ranges. The most famous technique, the Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu, seemed powerful but only affected a few meters in front of the user. It was often more for dramatic effect, easily dodged in real combat.
Ninjas had limits!
Unless, of course, you were someone like Madara, who could casually summon a Gundam or throw meteors around. For most ninjas, their attack range was limited.
But electromagnetism could break that limit!
The combination of Byakugan's enhanced vision and electromagnetism's long-range attacks gave Satoru an incredible sniping ability!
Imagine eating hotpot and singing, and suddenly, your head just explodes. You didn't even see the enemy's shadow. Who would you complain to about that?
Satoru thought for a moment. His Byakugan's range was about one kilometer. Within that range, every living being—except for the small blind spot behind his head—was in his line of sight. But even with electromagnetism enhancing the shuriken, the effective range was still only about 100 meters. The difference was too large.
If he could develop a railgun, this would be no problem. But with his current LV1 electromagnetism, he wasn't quite there yet.
"Is there any ninja tool that could maximize my attack range?"
After thinking for a moment, Satoru's eyes suddenly lit up.
A bow!
In this world without guns, a bow was the longest-range weapon!
He remembered a popular question on Zhihu from his previous life: If you were a Hyuga ninja, how would you maximize the advantages of Byakugan? One highly-upvoted answer suggested using a bow.
When a Hyuga became the "Sixth," Byakugan's potential could be fully realized!
But regular bows couldn't shoot over 100 meters. However, Satoru wasn't regular—he had electromagnetism!
He got more and more excited as he thought about it!
Because of its structure, a bow already had a longer range than a shuriken. With the addition of electromagnetism, reaching one kilometer was not impossible!
This was basically a sniper rifle!
And with built-in x-ray vision!
The world had changed, indeed!
And as his Byakugan's range increased with training, some of the stronger clan members could even achieve a five-kilometer range!
Satoru took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement rising inside him.
Now that he had long-range attacks, he needed to develop his close-range abilities as well. As for the Gentle Fist, the Hyuga clan's most famous technique—Satoru thought to himself, I'm not even going to bother with it!
He moved toward a thick tree and took up a Gentle Fist stance. Using electromagnetism, he altered the magnetic field of his palm, then struck!
With a muffled thud, his palm made contact with the tree, and a faint blue light burst from his hand. The thick bark of the tree exploded, sending wood chips flying.
Satoru shook his hand, satisfied with the result. Before the attack, he had altered the palm's magnetic field and, upon contact, the high-voltage current and repulsion burst out.
If the clan leader were here, his eyelids would be twitching, and he'd be shouting, Is this really Gentle Fist?
"This move is called Magnetic Storm Palm! The power is decent. If I have enough chakra, I could turn all the 64 palms into Magnetic Storm Palms! But…"
Satoru furrowed his brow as he looked at his slightly trembling palm.
"The force is reciprocal. This technique requires a lot of physical strength. With my current physique, I probably can't even complete 18 Magnetic Storm Palms, let alone 64."
Satoru pondered for a moment. "I need to improve my physical strength. The prisoner workout program I saw in my previous life might be useful."
In his previous life, Satoru had been a company worker with no time to exercise, so he bought the complete prisoner workout books, and the theory had stuck with him.
After deciding on a plan, Satoru stretched lazily, feeling an incredible sense of relief.
"Alright, it's settled! I'll get a metal bow and start improving my physical strength!"
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