In the dimly lit, secluded room…
"Am I really not suited to be a ninja?"
Hyuga Yoshitari knelt on the floor, utterly dejected, like a helpless, weak, and pitiful kitten.
Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened.
"Who is it?"
"Yoshitari, it's me. I heard what you and Father were saying."
The person who entered was Hyuga Yoshitari's older brother, Hyuga Yoshima. He was a gentle older brother; Hyuga Yoshitari had never seen him angry. But this time, the expression on Hyuga Yoshima's face was unusually ugly and ferocious.
"Brother, am I really not suited to be a ninja?"
Upon seeing his brother, Hyuga Yoshitari couldn't help but cry as he asked, "Father is sending me to the Land of Fire, I..."
Seeing his younger brother's pitiful cries, Hyuga Yoshima felt a pang of sorrow. He didn't answer Yoshitari, but silently gritted his teeth in his heart: "Vuuven, you deserve to die!"
At the same time, in the brightly lit training room...
Hyuga Hiromasa's wife suddenly emerged from the shadows with a cup of tea, saying with a worried expression, "Hiromasa, are you really going to send Yoshitari to the Land of Fire? To be a commoner?"
Hearing his wife's words, Hyuga Hiromasa couldn't help but sigh, embracing her and pointing to the Caged Bird Seal on his head, saying, "Since Yoshitari isn't suited to be a ninja, perhaps sending him to the Land of Fire is the right choice. At least he can live a free and easy life..."
That was the freedom the Hyuga family had always dreamed of!
In the end, Hyuga Hiromasa still favored his youngest son...
The fate of the Caged Bird Seal was like Neji's—a dragon soaring through the heavens, yet bound by a birdcage for life!
Even large families have their own sorrows!
Vuuven, at the center of the storm, was completely unaware, fast asleep in a clay pot on the boiler…
At dawn, as the first rays of light pierced the darkness,
his precise biological clock simultaneously awakened both Vuuven and Mighty…
"Hmm, another vibrant day!"
Vuuven climbed out of the clay pot, watching the slowly rising sun and laughing heartily.
In just one day, his attributes had improved significantly!
Character: Vuuven
Wisdom: 6. Spirit: 0. Seal: 0. Body: 0.6. Ninjutsu: 0. Illusion: 0. Speed: 0.6. Strength: 3.
Strength increased by a full point from two, including improvements in speed and physical skills. All of this was thanks to that magical energy potion. Because of this potion, Vuuven's training volume had doubled…
The principle that one plus one is greater than two is easy to understand.
"What a wonderful thing!"
Vuuven jumped out of the clay pot, his mind filled with wonder. If he had ten thousand energy potions, and diligently trained in a mountain cave, he might master the Eight Gates in just a few years.
Then, he could punch the Raikage, kick the Kazekage, and if he angered him, he could drag out the seemingly dead Uchiha Madara and give him a good beating.
"Hey, wake up, don't you have school today?"
Mighty helped Vuuven pack his backpack, shaking his head helplessly. "Also, you've run out of medicinal baths, so you'll have to bathe with me tomorrow..."
The thought of being naked and crammed into a clay pot with Mighty brought Vuuven back to reality. Forget energy potions, they were almost out of money for medicinal baths...
Vuuven took the backpack and smiled wryly, "Don't worry about the cost of the medicinal baths, I'll take care of it..."
Hearing this, Mighty didn't say anything more, carrying his medicine basket, and walked out with Vuuven. The two figures, one tall and one short, went in opposite directions—one to gather herbs in the mountains, the other to go to school.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the house,Vuuven scratched his head.
It sounded good, but Vuuven really didn't know where to get the money. Go gamble with Tsunade again? Not to mention whether he could bear to keep bullying Tsunade, Tobirama Senju probably wouldn't let him off the hook…
Borrow money from Tsunade?
"…"
Vuuven scratched his head. Why was Tsunade the only person on his mind? Couldn't he find someone else to scam?
But it seemed he only had one rich friend…
Whenever he was short of money, he felt so resentful, resenting that he hadn't made more rich friends!