"Alright, that concludes today's lesson, but you mustn't slack off when you go home. From today onwards, you must dedicate time every day to refining Chakra. You see, Chakra is the foundation for performing techniques…"
Unbeknownst to them, the morning classes had already ended.
"Chishimo-kun, it's still early. Would you like to come to the training ground with me to practice shuriken throwing?"
A voice pulled Chishimo back from his thoughts to reality. He turned his head and saw that Shisui had already packed his bag and was inviting him.
Chishimo smiled faintly and waved his hand.
"No need, I have other things to do later. We can talk about it when I have time in the future. You train hard!" With that, Chishimo cast an encouraging look.
"Alright then, but next time you definitely have to let me see your strength!"
Chishimo nodded, watched Shisui leave the classroom, then picked up his own bag and walked out of the classroom.
In Chishimo's training plan, throwing techniques were, of course, an indispensable part. The main reason he refused Shisui's invitation was that he didn't want to expose himself too early.
You see, in the past two years, Chishimo had already perfected the throwing techniques taught at the Ninja Academy.
At his current level, to advance further, he would need to apply the Sharingan's superb insight, which is also the unique Uchiha throwing technique of the Uchiha Clan.
If he had accepted the invitation and wanted his training to be effective, Chishimo would inevitably have to activate his Sharingan.
What does a five-year-old with a two-tomoe Sharingan mean?
It would probably shock everyone, and by then, Chishimo would find it hard not to become famous.
From another perspective, if he didn't activate his Sharingan and merely practiced what he had already mastered, wasting an entire day would simply not be worth it.
So, after weighing the pros and cons, Chishimo decisively turned down the invitation.
Although his impression of Shisui, both in his past and present life, was good, one thing was one thing; there was no time to waste now.
Walking along the path of the commercial street, the sun overhead cast shadows from the storefronts.
Chishimo closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the gentle caress of the sunlight, the breeze on his face, and listening to the calls of vendors on the street, his heart couldn't help but fall into a state of tranquility.
Just then, two green figures appeared from the end of the street. Both their clothing style and the demeanor of the two seemed out of place in the bustling commercial street.
Noticing the two green figures, Chishimo helplessly rubbed his forehead, wiping away non-existent sweat beads.
"Uncle Dai, Might Guy, you're doing handstands on the street again. Didn't I remind you before to be mindful of your image?"
Upon hearing this, the slightly larger figure was the first to look up.
What met his eyes was a bearded, utterly ordinary middle-aged face, but paired with dazzling white teeth and the green jumpsuit, it exuded a special 'youthful' aura.
"Oh! It's you, Chishimo. Do you want to join us? On such a sunny day, one should sweat to their heart's content and let their youth bloom!"
The smaller green figure beside him, who hadn't looked up, was already drenched in sweat and seemed on the verge of collapsing, but as soon as he heard his father call out Chishimo's name, he instantly seemed to get a boost of energy and abruptly lifted his head.
"Ah! I can't believe I ran into you here, Chishimo. Perfect, let's have another match!"
"No, Might Guy, have you forgotten our current mission? Enthusiasm is good, but we must finish our current training first!"
"I see, I understand, Dad. Then, Chishimo, let's have our match after I finish training!"
Chishimo felt the strange glances from all around, and then looked at the two glittering gazes opposite him, which seemed to want to devour him, wishing he could immediately find a hole to crawl into.
Chishimo forced a smile, one that was barely a smile.
"Ah, well… Oh right, I just finished class and haven't had lunch yet. You two keep training, I'm going to grab something to eat first. I'll wait for you at the wooden stakes in the forest this afternoon!"
With that, Chishimo didn't wait for a response and scurried away.
After leaving the two training fanatics, Chishimo immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he disliked them; Chishimo actually quite enjoyed being with these two simple-minded people, but they were difficult to deal with, especially being entangled by them in public, which was a great ordeal for both body and mind.
Chishimo's acquaintance with Might Duy and Might Guy, the father and son, was also two years ago. After deciding to strengthen himself, Chishimo also practiced Chakra control techniques, such as tree climbing and water walking, based on his memories from his previous life.
At the same time, Chishimo would also spend a considerable amount of time physically training. He happened to encounter the Maito father and son, who were also training, and Chishimo decisively joined them and humbly sought their guidance.
It should be known that the Uchiha Clan prided itself as Konoha's foremost clan due to its powerful Bloodline Limit—the Sharingan. Ultimately, this was a special mental force inherited within the family. Therefore, proud Uchiha Clan members rarely avoided developing their Bloodline Limit to instead train their bodies.
But Chishimo had a different understanding. Whether it was the Sharingan or physical prowess, both were his strengths. Only by putting in more effort to strengthen and develop them could he have an extra chance to save his life at critical moments.
Chishimo never considered himself a genius, and he firmly believed that there was no genius that effort couldn't overcome; if there was, it meant the effort wasn't enough. The man who almost kicked the Ninja World to its finale in the future was an example.
Chishimo ate some simple food by the roadside and then began his training early.
Weighted running, dragging tree stumps, kicking, jump rope… After a full routine, Chishimo's clothes were already soaked with sweat. He barely managed to lift his numb legs before sitting on the ground with a sigh of relief, panting heavily.
Two familiar green figures also reappeared in Chishimo's line of sight.
Might Duy looked around, his gaze sweeping over the dumbbell-shaped wooden stake that Chishimo had kicked and the paths dragged out by the stump around it, a rare hint of surprise appearing on his face.
"I really didn't expect it. I thought your words two years ago were just a childish joke, but you've actually kept it up for two years."
Hearing this, Chishimo's lips curved slightly, and he chuckled twice, then spread his arms and lay in a big 'X' on the lawn.
"No matter what others think, in my eyes, taijutsu and the Sharingan are both my strengths, and I believe taijutsu is not at all weaker than the Sharingan."
At this, Might Duy first trembled, then seemed to realize something and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you're absolutely right! As long as it's your own strength, there's no strong or weak; cultivating all of it to the extreme—that's what youth is about!"
"But you must remember, Chishimo, don't bite off more than you can chew. A dabbler on two paths is still far inferior to someone who reaches the peak on one path," Might Duy suddenly reined in his smile and said seriously.
Feeling the change in Might Duy's tone, Chishimo also sat up straight and said solemnly, "I understand, Uncle Dai, but I am confident that I can take both paths to their extreme."
"Hahaha, I truly didn't misjudge you! This is what youth should be like!" Might Duy returned to his boisterous self, walked closer, and heartily clapped Chishimo's shoulder, making Chishimo wince.