Sora woke before dawn, eyes snapping open the moment his four hours were up.
The Gamer's Body didn't just restore him, it flipped a switch inside him, pushing his mind into perfect clarity the moment consciousness returned.
He slipped out of bed and started moving, breath steady, muscles warm and ready as if yesterday's grueling routine had never happened.
By 1 a.m., he had finished reviewing his notes. By sunrise, he had crushed his entire taijutsu regimen again.
And as the first rays of light spilled through his window, he shifted immediately into practicing academy ninjutsu.
System messages flickered to life:
[Substitution Jutsu — LVL 1 (3/10)][Clone Jutsu — LVL 1 (5/10)][Transformation Jutsu — LVL 2 (1/10)]
He blinked.
This body… had already trained these techniques.
Actually trained.
Well, he was in Kakashi's class. I'd expect nothing less, Sora thought with a faint smirk.
Normally, receiving someone's memories meant inheriting their training history, habits, and experiences. But in this case, there were holes—big ones.
[Memories were lost during the struggle for body control.]
"Right, right…" Sora sighed internally. "That fight really cost me."
So he simply pressed on, spamming the three academy jutsu over and over until his chakra gave out.
And that was when he hit the next wall.
His chakra pool was tiny, laughably tiny.He could only perform one of each jutsu about five times before he was completely drained.
"That's way too low…" he muttered.
Then, decisively, put all 50 stat points into chakra.
[Confirm: You want to invest all points into chakra?]
"Yes."
[Before confirming, note: stat points are not only for raising stats. They can be used to level up skills, unlock functions, and more.]
[Remember: I am a Modification of the standard system.]
"I know," Sora thought back. "But chakra trumps everything. Kabuto literally said it, if Naruto had proper chakra control, he'd be unstoppable."
A brief pause.
[Understood.]
And in the next moment, Sora felt it.
A rush.A surge.A pressure blooming inside him like a rising tide.
The weak flicker of chakra he'd had before swelled into something vast—an internal ocean pulsing beneath his skin. His entire body hummed with raw energy.
Sora inhaled sharply.
This… this is insane. I didn't think fifty points would do this much.
With that new pool, everything became effortless.
Ninjutsu flowed from him like second nature.
Genjutsu practice no longer pushed him to exhaustion.
He didn't even need a break.
Didn't need to rest.
Didn't need to recover.
With chakra roaring inside him like a well with no bottom, Sora trained as if the day itself belonged to him alone.
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All my academy jutsu are sitting at level 5… but leveling them further feels almost impossible, Sora thought, wiping faint sweat from his brow. Even with massive chakra reserves, the grind was real.
'Skills,' he commanded mentally.
A translucent panel materialized in front of him, its text glowing softly in the dim room.
[Substitution Jutsu — LVL 5 (109/500)][Transformation Jutsu — LVL 5 (105/350)][Clone Jutsu — LVL 5 (78/250)]
Sora clicked his tongue.
Just as I thought… techniques with higher ceilings level slower. Substitution has brutal requirements, but Clone Jutsu rises way faster.
[Reminder: The maximum level of most basic techniques is 15.]
Sora's lips curved upward.A cap of 15, huh? That's more than doable. With the academy still closed… I can push these to the max before classes resume.
The thought alone made excitement bubble in his chest.
What would a level 15 Substitution Jutsu even look like?
Instant teleportation?
An instinctive trigger?
A movement technique on par with high-level Body Flicker?
The system, as always, chimed in at the perfect moment.
[At Level 5: Only one hand sign is needed.]
[At Level 10: Hand signs are no longer required.]
[At Level 15: Technique becomes automated—activates instinctively when needed.]
Sora felt a spark run through him.
"That's… insane," he whispered to himself.
He already knew about the level 5 perk, after all, every academy jutsu he had was at that point. But the higher tiers?
No hand signs? Automated activation?
That wasn't just convenient.
A slow grin stretched across Sora's face.
Using techniques with no hand signs… now that's GOOD.
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Sora finished his daily training far earlier than expected.It wasn't even 5 p.m., and fatigue was a foreign concept thanks to the Gamer's Body.
With hours to spare and nowhere urgent to be, he decided to explore the village—really explore it.
The warm evening sun cast soft amber hues across Konoha's streets as he wandered, taking in the peaceful bustle of civilians and shinobi mingling together.
Eventually, he stumbled upon a familiar sight: a small, cozy ramen shop with a simple signboard.
Ichiraku.
A wide grin instantly spread across his face. No way. The ramen guy!
He stepped inside. The aroma of broth and noodles hit him immediately—rich, warm, welcoming. Behind the counter stood a jovial, middle-aged man serving a couple seated nearby.
They wore jonin vests, and one of them caught Sora's attention more than the others: a red-haired woman lightly scolding a blond man for leaving his bowl unfinished.
Ninjas? Sora thought casually as he sat down next to the woman, though he clearly recognized exactly who they were, he had no intention of getting involved.
"Can I get a bowl of ramen?" he asked Teuchi, who was still smiling at Kushina's spirited nagging.
"Miso or tonkotsu? I'll have you know, kid, I make the best miso ramen in all of Konoha!" Teuchi declared proudly.
"Anything's fine."
Teuchi looked a bit disappointed by Sora's lack of enthusiasm."…Alright then. Miso ramen with extra soybean, coming right up!"
Kushina glanced sideways at Sora, curiosity sparking in her eyes. She leaned toward Minato and whispered, not so quietly:
"His chakra… do you feel that?"
Minato nodded, equally surprised. "Yeah. That's high chūnin-level chakra, at age seven? I've only sensed something like that from you."
Kushina nodded proudly, then turned fully toward Sora as he began eating.
"Hey, kid! What's your name?"
Sora resisted the urge to ignore her. The last thing he wanted was a lecture from Kushina Uzumaki.
"…Sora," he replied simply, continuing to eat.
"That's such a beautiful name!" Kushina said warmly.
Does she even know what it means? Sora thought, amused.
"My name's Kushina Uzumaki! Nice to meetcha!" she said, sticking out a hand.
Way too friendly with strangers, Sora noted, though he shook her hand politely as he finished the last of his bowl.
Minato chuckled softly."Kushina… I think the young man would appreciate not being interrogated."
"I said like two sentences," she muttered indignantly.
Sora stood, placed money on the counter, and headed out—feeling mildly betrayed.
Teuchi didn't put it on the house… those fanfics lied. He even charged me extra and called it tax.
Still, ramen was ramen.
He made his way toward Konoha's shopping district. The plaza was lively—crowded to the point of chaos. It reminded him of the fish markets from his previous life, overflowing with vendors calling out prices and customers bumping shoulders.
After searching around, he spotted a small weapons shop with a faded banner:
"Ninja Gear – Genin & Academy Supplies at Low Prices!"
Perfect.
He stepped in and bought a set of shuriken and kunai. As he was leaving, the shopkeeper leaned over the counter with a too-eager smile.
"Hey, kid! If you buy two sets of shuriken instead of one, I'll give you this for free."He lifted a wooden target board. "Normally 500 ryō! But I'm offering it specially to you—after all, you're the future of Konoha!"
"Can I check it?" Sora asked calmly.
His past life in sales kicked in immediately.
Nothing in business was ever truly free.
Buy-one-get-one, likely carried a hidden margin.
Freebies, they inflated price of the main product.
Discounts, It can be traced to old stock or defective items.
He inspected the target board with a practiced eye.
Even without being a craftsman… this is trash.
It was too light, hollow inside, cheaply made. A real target board needed density and durability, shuriken carried high angular momentum, and this thing would shatter after a few hits due to recoil.
So he really was trying to scam me.
Without a word, Sora put the board down, turned, and walked out of the shop.
There was no point wasting energy on fools.
He headed home through the bustling streets, the sky slowly darkening behind him.