After having a salad and some chicken for lunch at home, Saitama headed back to school.
In the afternoon, official ninja training began—lessons on kunai and shuriken!
For Saitama's class, this content was practically child's play.
After all, everyone in this class already had at least some understanding or basic proficiency with these tools.
The teacher knew this too, so after a brief introduction, he let the students practice on their own, aiming to improve their familiarity with these common ninja tools.
This class took place in a specialized training ground. The space was quite large, enough for everyone to spread out comfortably.
Holding wooden kunai and shuriken in his hands, Saitama wasn't sure what to think.
In the world of *Naruto*, could something like this really be used to kill someone?
Well, in his previous life, he'd never actually seen someone die from a kunai or shuriken wound.
Still, Saitama wouldn't abandon learning them just because of that. After all, Shisui Uchiha and Itachi Uchiha's shuriken-throwing techniques were actually pretty useful.
If he worked hard and practiced to that level, it would still be helpful in regular combat situations.
Thinking about this, Saitama inserted his right index finger through the loop at the end of the kunai, spinning it around a few times. In his left hand, he held a shuriken, constantly rubbing it between his fingers.
This wasn't actually the first time Saitama had handled ninja tools. As soon as he picked them up, he felt an oddly familiar sensation.
Was this perhaps natural talent?
Ignoring the other students practicing nearby, Saitama focused entirely on getting used to the shuriken and kunai in his hands.
Although these were wooden tools, they still carried considerable weight when held.
"Thud!"
Saitama hurled the shuriken forward. It struck the target not far away before bouncing onto the ground.
Not many people noticed—plenty of other students were doing the same thing.
Throwing shuriken was still exciting to these kids.
However, if anyone had been paying close attention to the target Saitama threw at, they would've noticed—the momentary strike landed exactly at the bullseye!
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Only Saitama himself knew the truth.
The first-grade curriculum was truly basic. After a full afternoon of classes, Saitama found it rather unremarkable.
Indeed, a teacher opens the door, but you must walk through it yourself.
To become truly stronger, self-training remained essential.
After school ended, Saitama parted ways with Shisui.
Shisui needed to return home for clan training, while Saitama decided to visit a weapon shop to buy supplies.
Previously during swordsmanship lessons at Shisui's house, he had always used swords from Shisui's family collection. Today's practical ninja tool class gave him the perfect reason to make a purchase.
Guided by memory, Saitama found his way to a weapon shop.
The shop wasn't very big, and there were few customers at this hour. The owner sat idly at the entrance, skillfully picking at his nails using a kunai.
"Hello, boss!"
Saitama stopped at the doorway. This particular weapons shop had been recommended by Iruka, who mentioned his father often came here to replenish and replace his ninja tools.
"Eh, hello there, kid."
The shopkeeper snapped out of his daze upon seeing a small child.
"I want to buy a pack of kunai, a pack of shuriken, and a wakizashi!"
"You're a student from the ninja academy?"
The shopkeeper eyed Saitama, barely four feet tall.
Although Saitama's expression seemed mature for his age, he still looked quite young.
"Yeah, since the academy offers a ninja tools course, I wanted to buy some stuff to practice at home," Saitama explained normally.
Konoha Village didn't have strict rules regarding bladed weapons, so Saitama easily found everything he needed. He bought several kunai, shuriken, and a small katana, spending nearly 1000 liang (ryō) in total.
This made Saitama feel a bit pained (literally "heartache")—after all, he usually spent no more than 200 liang (ryō) on a meal at a yakiniku restaurant.
After buying everything he needed, Saitama headed straight home. School dismissal time was five o'clock in the afternoon. Considering the half hour he had spent shopping, it was just past five fifteen when he arrived home.
Ka Uchiha had already finished preparing dinner and was just waiting for Saitama's return to serve the final dish—a freshly made soup.
Regarding Saitama, Ka Uchiha felt completely confident about him.
Still, she needed to show the proper concern.
During the meal, Ka Po-pu asked some questions about Saitama's first day at school.
The questions were the usual kind—things like "Is little Saitama adjusting well to school?" and "How's he getting along with his classmates?"
Saitama patiently answered each question, knowing the elderly lady had little else to entertain her while staying home alone all day.
Dinner ended happily.
After finishing the meal, Saitama decided to immediately begin practicing in the courtyard.
His chakra reserves were steadily increasing, though without anyone else to compare himself to, Saitama had no idea how his chakra levels stacked up against others.
His hand seals were also becoming increasingly proficient. He had memorized all the hand signs for the Three Basic Jutsu and now could actually attempt using actual ninjutsu techniques.
As for swordsmanship?
He understood many of the fundamental techniques already; what remained was merely repeated practice and gaining experience through actual combat situations.
He still had so much to learn. No time to be careless, not even for a single moment!
It was now the year 44 of Konoha, and he would soon turn six years old.
According to the original storyline, Shisui would graduate in his second year and rapidly grow stronger, participating in battles between Konoha and Mist, eventually earning his legendary title "Shunshin no Shisui" (Shisui the Flash).
And during that war in the Mist theater, Shisui would awaken his Sharingan. Naturally, all that belonged to the future.
So he couldn't afford to fall behind either!
Motivated once more, Saitama pulled out the small katana he'd bought that afternoon. As he unwrapped the cloth covering it, he ran his fingers across the blade.
This was Saitama's first ninja blade. While not an expensive or legendary weapon, he had chosen it carefully from among many options because it felt most comfortable in his hand.
The blade wasn't long—just over forty centimeters, roughly half Saitama's current height.
At his current size, that length felt a bit too long for him.
But once his body grew bigger, this size would become perfect.
However, by then, a blade of this quality might no longer suit his needs.
As seven o'clock approached, dusk began to settle over the yard.
In the courtyard, Saitama sweated profusely while continuously repeating the same motion. Only through countless repetitions, forming muscle memory, could these basics truly be considered adequate.
Thanks to his natural talent, each practice session improved his swordsmanship skills significantly.
Saitama now felt he could go head-to-head with Shisui, who had been training in swordsmanship for over a year—and maybe even beat him.
He didn't show off these skills either. Rushing to prove his talent wouldn't do him any good right now.
After all, right now he was just an Uchiha in name only, with nothing real to back it up.
The Uchiha name could still scare regular folks—but not much more than that.
Moonlight poured over his shoulders like he was a free man!
He trained like this for hours, stopping just once to take a drink of water.
But his body didn't feel the least bit tired—this crazy physique was like those rich kids from past lives who never stopped training.
No matter how rough, tiring, or painful it got, by morning—it was all gone. Not a single problem left!
Tonight, Saitama focused on just one move: a slash.
All night long, he repeated that same motion, deepening his understanding of that single cut.
And that's exactly what Saitama wanted to focus on.
[One Trick Pony!]
From the moment he started learning swordsmanship, Saitama knew exactly what he needed.
Combining knowledge from movies and TV shows he'd seen in a past life, he named this slash technique—[Draw-and-Cut Slash!]
If one slash couldn't take down an enemy, then that enemy deserved his full attention.
Swordsmanship was only a small part of Saitama's plan; Ninjutsu was where true strength lay. His Sharingan, he believed, would become his main focus in the future.
Swordplay was simply a way to make up for his lack of offensive power—at least early on.
[Better one move mastered than a hundred half-done!]
After finishing his sword training, Saitama took out some Kunai and Shuriken.
Getting used to Kunai and Shuriken would take time—practice until they felt like natural extensions of his hands.
He was pretty confident about his talent.
This afternoon, during his first try, after just a quick explanation from the instructor and building on his knowledge from his previous life, he already got the hang of it within a few tries.
As long as he kept practicing, specializing in both Shuriken throwing and Kunai techniques was definitely within reach.
Holding a Kunai in his hand felt just like wielding a tiny sword.
His hands were still too small for now.
These real metal Kunai weren't like the wooden ones at school—they made things a bit harder.
Still, he slipped the ring at the end of the Kunai over his index finger, twisting it around a few times.
Repeating this several times gave Saitama a basic grasp of the weapon's weight and required force.
The same went for the Shuriken.
This was pure ninja instinct—and pure Saitama talent.
Without actually throwing them into the courtyard yet, Saitama kept playing with them in his hands, steadily improving his familiarity and feel.
After about thirty minutes, he packed the weapons into his ninja tool pouch, fastening it to the outside of his left thigh.
Many ninja he'd seen carried their gear bags tied to their thighs—it looked good and was convenient for battle—so he followed suit.
It was already nighttime, past ten o'clock. The light in Grandma Ka Po-pu's room was still on.
Old folks usually had trouble sleeping—going to bed late, waking up early.
Giving Ka Popu a greeting and urging her to rest early, Saitama also headed upstairs.
His training for today wasn't over yet—he still needed to refine his chakra and practice hand seals once back in his room.
[Clone Jutsu] only required three seals: "Mi – Shi – In." As a basic ninjutsu, it wasn't particularly difficult.
As long as the hand seals were completed and followed by proper chakra control within five seconds, the technique would usually activate successfully.
After returning to his bedroom and refining a bit of chakra, Saitama decided to try a simple ninjutsu.
Recalling what he'd learned, Saitama realized that techniques at this level really were something you could pick up just by watching!
"Puff!"
With a burst of white smoke, another Saitama Uchiha appeared in the bedroom.
Seeing himself like this really felt strange.
Saitama gave a slight smile toward his newly created clone and noticed the duplicate smiling back at him as well.
In reality, this basic Clone Jutsu didn't create solid clones—just illusionary copies that had little practical use. Only the [Shadow Clone Jutsu] produced tangible duplicates capable of performing real physical actions.
Successfully pulling off his first ninjutsu attempt alone was enough to satisfy Saitama.
As for the Shadow Clone Jutsu, his parents hadn't left behind any instructions on it.
Maybe he'd get to learn it from the Uchiha clan someday. The Uchiha were such a prestigious clan—they surely possessed the technique.
Feeling content, Saitama finished washing up and drifted into dreams filled with expectations for the future.
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