Start of the Third Great Ninja War, but it hasn't reached the village yet. Tensions are high. Daigo is still in Konoha.
He's considering what kind of strength he needs for the inevitable war.
He already awakened Tactical Genius but seeks another practical, war-ready talent.
The clang of steel rang through the Konoha training fields like a warning bell.
It was early morning, but the village was already alive with tension—ANBU patrolling rooftops, genin drilling in tighter formations, jonin whispering near mission boards. The Third Great Ninja War hadn't reached Konoha's walls yet, but its shadow stretched long and cold across the village.
Sarutobi Daigo stood near the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. His academy days were long behind him, but now—barely into his shinobi career—he felt that same restless uncertainty.
He'd gained an insight—Tactical Genius. A rare and invaluable instinct for battlefield flow. He could see angles in formations that even some jonin missed. His sensei had called it a gift.
But Daigo knew better.
A gift that only worked while you had the luxury to think wasn't enough.
This was war. Real war.
There would be blood. There would be exhaustion. There would be moments when tactics broke and instinct had to take over. When plans shattered like glass against brute force.
So he searched.
Konoha was full of talent. He let his Insight ability scan them passively.
[Talent Insight Activated]Target: Hyuga Tokuma— Talent: Byakugan Prodigy— Description: Possesses innate chakra control and gentle fist mastery. Unreplicable without kekkei genkai.
He moved on.
Target: Inuzuka Daiki— Talent: Beast Synchronization (Intermediate)— Description: Enhanced reaction time and coordination with ninken. Restricted to Inuzuka clan members.
Too narrow. Too specialized.
He needed something that could be earned, not inherited.
Then he heard it—gravel crunching under sandals, air splitting with rhythmic exertion.
Around the side of the training grounds, almost out of sight, was a man training alone. Green jumpsuit. Terrible haircut. Sweat dripping like rain.
Might Duy.
Daigo's first instinct was to look away.
The Eternal Genin. The man even academy students laughed at. Always training, never promoted. Said to be "too passionate, not enough skill."
But curiosity tugged at him. And so, reluctantly, Daigo activated his insight again.
[Talent Insight Activa
Absolutely! Here's the revised format with the updated ranking system for Might Guy:
[Talent Insight Activated]
Target: Might Guy
— Talent 1: Taijutsu Endurance (S+)
Capable of extended combat without chakra support. Can maintain peak physical output for hours, even while under extreme fatigue. Stamina surpasses most elite shinobi.
— Talent 2: Eight Gates Foundation (S)
Has trained each of the Eight Inner Gates. Currently capable of opening all eight at will, at extreme physical cost. The Eighth Gate grants him power on par with the strongest beings in the ninja world, but comes with a life-threatening drawback.
— Talent 3: Obsessive Training Discipline (A+)
Trains over 10,000 repetitions daily. Mental focus filters out pain and fatigue, allowing for continuous improvement. Skill mastery increases 200% faster than average shinobi.
Daigo's eyes widened.
"…No way."
He looked again. Might Duy had just finished his push-ups. Now he was shadowboxing—fists blurring, feet thudding against the earth in precise rhythm. Each strike looked simple. Ordinary. But Daigo could see it now—the control, the power in every joint and tendon.
He's not a joke.
He's a monster in disguise
No bloodline. No genius. Just grit.
Just… will.
Daigo turned off the insight, but the image lingered. He suddenly felt very small in his own skin.
Because for all his cleverness, for all his planning…
He had never trained like that.
Not with that obsession. That conviction. That fire.
Daigo stood silently.
He didn't care if people mocked Duy.
They didn't see what he saw.
He'd found his next mentor.