The next morning, Ryosuke slowly opened his eyes as he lay in bed, joints popping as he stretched.
The pain from yesterday was gone.
He had really been beaten black and blue, but now he was nearly fully recovered.
Logically, wounds that severe shouldn't have healed this fast.
But it wasn't just his boosted constitution—it was also thanks to the Uchiha clan's special medicine.
After all, the Uchiha were a great clan. Their salves weren't ordinary goods.
After washing up quickly, Ryosuke sat in the living room to clear his head, already planning to seek out Might Guy again…
…to get beaten up once more.
A look of anticipation crept onto his face.
Just then, a small figure darted into the room.
"Ryosuke-nii, I heard you got badly beaten yesterday. I brought you some fruit."
The girl plopped herself down beside him, placing a basket of fruit on the low table.
It was none other than Uchiha Izumi, petite and delicate.
Ryosuke frowned in mild confusion.
"Don't you have class today? Visiting me is fine, but you can't neglect your studies."
Izumi puffed her cheeks, pouting.
"Ryosuke-nii, it's the weekend! The Academy's closed."
Her expression melted his heart.
What a soft, adorable little beauty in the making.
It was such a waste that she would die in the original timeline.
Unable to resist, Ryosuke reached out and pinched her cheeks.
Izumi froze, eyes wide with surprise, not even thinking to dodge.
Her face flushed crimson as his fingers pressed gently against her skin.
'Honestly, Ryosuke-nii… how could you treat a lady like this?'
And yet, for some reason… it felt oddly comforting.
Ryosuke, meanwhile, marveled at her cuteness.
His mind wandered to another girl—Hinata Hyūga. She had been just as petite and sweet when she was young, only to grow into a buxom beauty later.
'Petite and adorable, or voluptuous and stunning… which is better? Hard to say. Maybe both?'
Perhaps his true mission in this world was to save innocent girls like them.
He would have to grow stronger—if such beauties were lost, it would be a tragedy for the entire shinobi world.
At last, Izumi's cheeks began to ache under his teasing fingers.
"You're awful, Ryosuke-nii! I'll leave the fruit here. Make sure you eat it."
"Take care of yourself."
With that, she hurried off, still blushing.
Ryosuke watched her go, a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
So petite, so cute, with such sweetness about her…
From a young age, she already carried the warmth of a wife.
He grabbed one of the fruits and bit into it.
It was freshly washed, droplets of water still clinging to the skin.
'I'm really starting to like this girl.'
Later, at the familiar Ichiraku Ramen shop, Ryosuke had his breakfast.
Here, he didn't have to worry about unclean food. It was simple, clean, and safe.
Slurping down the noodles quickly, he replenished his energy before setting off to find Guy again.
Eventually, he found him at the village outskirts, running alongside Rock Lee.
Spotting Ryosuke, Guy stopped immediately.
This youth had left a strong impression yesterday.
"Your body seems to have recovered well. The bruises on your face have faded quite a bit."
Ryosuke chuckled. His quick recovery wasn't just thanks to his natural resilience—it was also the effect of the clan's medicine.
"Fortunately, with the Uchiha clan's medicine applied, my body heals much faster."
"What are you two doing?"
Guy replied,
"We're preparing to run twenty laps around Konoha."
"Ryosuke, your medicine is impressive. Could you sell me some?
Lee and I are both taijutsu specialists—we rely entirely on training to improve our strength. But it puts a heavy burden on the body, sometimes even causing internal injuries. If we had your medicine, we could recover quickly."
For someone like Lee, who trained tirelessly, such a potion would be indispensable.
If it were another Uchiha, Guy would never consider buying it—such medicine had to be incredibly precious.
But Uchiha Ryosuke gave him a different feeling.
Ryosuke heard his request and immediately agreed.
"No problem. I can give you some. If you want more, I'll have to check with my grandfather."
After all, he had already gained physical attribute points from training with Guy, and if he wanted to learn the Eight Gates technique in the future, maintaining a good relationship was essential.
A few bottles of medicine were nothing in comparison—he was actually profiting from this.
Hearing his words, Guy was delighted.
"No, there's no need for gifts. We can't just accept such precious medicine for free.
We'll buy it. I've saved up as a ninja, and Lee and I will probably need a steady supply."
After all, their daily taijutsu training couldn't be interrupted. If they let their bodies grow rusty, regaining peak condition would be much harder.
Taijutsu required perseverance above all.
Ryosuke had no choice but to agree.
If he insisted on giving it away, it might actually offend Guy, who was a self-reliant ninja.
"Alright. I'll ask my grandfather. If we have a large supply, I'll sell you some."
"Since you're training anyway… can I join you?"
If getting beaten up could raise his stats, then maybe exhausting himself through training could also boost his attributes.
Guy and Lee both looked surprised.
Almost no one in the village trained like this.
And the two of them were often ridiculed in Konoha.
Guy couldn't help but say,
"Are you sure? Training with us might further damage the Uchiha clan's reputation."
They had reason to worry—yesterday's sparring had already drawn the Uchiha Police Force. If Ryosuke started running laps with them today, such behavior would be considered improper in the village.
Training taijutsu instead of ninjutsu went against the values most of Konoha held.
Ryosuke smiled and said,
"It's fine. My grandfather is the Uchiha clan's Great Elder.
The Police Force won't dare touch me."
Guy was stunned. So he was the grandson of an important figure.
It was like Kakashi, a scion of the Hatake clan—another prominent family.
He hadn't expected another "elite heir" to willingly associate with him.
Guy's face broke into a broad grin.
"Alright then! If you don't mind, Ryosuke, how could I possibly mind?"