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After the humiliating "radish" incident, Sayo did not retreat into dejection. Instead, like iron tempered in the forge, his resolve hardened. That failure acted as a needle in his side, a constant, sharp reminder of his biological ceiling. Change. He had to re-engineer this frail body. That thought became the primary directive of his existence.
However, he knew that brute-force training was a fool's errand. Until he found a fundamental method to bypass his physical limitations, his only recourse was to turn his mind into a high-capacity data vault. He poured his longing for a strong physique into a ravenous, clinical devouring of theory.
His life became a high-efficiency processing cycle.
The Academy's basic theory classes were no longer a challenge; they were a distraction. He could memorize an entire lecture after a single hearing, using his spare time to self-study the upper-grade curriculum. He scoured the school library, inhaling texts on history, geography, and Ninjutsu analysis, indexing them within the vast memory palace of his soul.
The Wind and Earth Release scrolls left by Sharyu were elevated to research-grade data. Sayo was no longer content with the "how"; he demanded the "why." He began deconstructing every technique using the physics of his previous life: calculating the specific energy density required for Earth Release hardening, modeling the laminar flow and cutting angles of Wind Release blades, and mapping the nature-transformation losses across different mediums. His notebooks were filled with mechanical schematics and energy-flow equations that would have looked like alien hieroglyphs to any other student.
The Sealing knowledge he gained from Bunpuku acted as a "programming language" for his Ninjutsu theory. He attempted to merge exquisite sealing logic into his chakra manipulation—designing the smallest possible "sub-routines" to gather or isolate energy, directly targeting his deficit in chakra reserves.
But the focal point of his obsession remained the Magnet-Release Research Notes.
In the dead of night, by the flickering light of a dim oil lamp, he would secretly unroll the ancient parchment. The Second Kazekage's visionary concepts thrilled him, while the records of failure served as a map of dead ends he intended to avoid.
"Wind and Earth nature fusion... frequency resonance... manipulation of ferrous micro-particles," he murmured, his fingers tracing the archaic formulas. While his knowledge of electromagnetic induction couldn't be applied 1:1, it offered a new dimension of thought. He began to hypothesize that "Magnetism" in this world was a byproduct of a specific Resonance Frequency between the sharp vibration of Wind and the dense stability of Earth.
His theoretical foundation, in a way that defied common sense, grew increasingly eclectic and dangerous. His command over theory now surpassed that of an average Chunin, yet he still lacked the "hardware" to perform a simple D-rank jutsu.
Theory, however, requires a testing ground. The Maintenance Squad became his laboratory.
He was no longer a bystander. Using metal and wood scraps, he began crafting rudimentary puppet components. With a file and sandpaper, he polished tiny gears and link-rods, pursuing micron-level precision. He practiced "branding" basic chakra-conducting circuits onto wood with a red-hot needle—training his hand stability and his understanding of rune structures. He even built a simplified model of the Compound Joint he had seen in Sasori's workshop; though it remained immobile without chakra, the structural logic was embryonic.
Sharyu watched this development in a heavy, protective silence. He saw his son scrawling complex formulas under the lamp and grinding parts with an uncanny, mechanical rhythm. He saw the cold, analytical focus in Sayo's eyes that viewed every failure as merely a data point.
Sharyu did not interfere. Instead, he began "accidentally" leaving high-grade scraps or precision blueprints on Sayo's workbench. He would place specialized small-bore tools where the boy could find them. In this silent, wordless way, he supported his son on an arduous path.
Sayo felt that warmth. He knew that every scrap of knowledge, every gear he polished, was a brick in the foundation of his future.
His body remained thin, and his chakra remained a mere wisp. But beneath that small frame, a vast core built of physics, seals, and puppet logic was glowing hotter by the day. He was like a diamond buried deep in the desert—enduring the crushing pressure of the sand, quietly storing the power to rewrite his own destiny.
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