front pagebookshelfBookmarkReturn to Table of Contentsearly morning.
Uchiha clan territory, the clan head's residence.
The family of four ate breakfast in a simple and ordinary way.
They seemed to be having a good time.
Soon, Itachi finished his breakfast.
"I'm done eating."
"Father, Mother, I'll be setting off now."
"Hmm." Fugaku responded calmly. "Relax and just do your best. The Chunin Exams will be no challenge for you."
Itachi nodded.
"I see."
Before leaving, Itachi glanced at his younger brother.
Sasuke is almost two years old, but he still has a bit of baby fat. He waves his chubby little hand, cheering him on.
"Brother! You can do it!"
Mikoto, standing next to her, covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Itachi, good luck on your exam."
The blessings from family are always so warm.
With a cheerful mood, Itachi left his house and headed straight for the Chunin Exams venue.
Yes.
Although he once didn't care at all about this so-called Chunin title.
A ninja's strength cannot be measured by a single title.
But he knew.
If he wants to get closer to that girl, he has to do everything he can to strive for a higher position.
Becoming a Chunin is just the first step.
And after today's final Chunin Exam, he will be one step closer to that position.
"Wow, you look very energetic."
As they walked along the road, a familiar voice suddenly rang out beside Itachi.
Itachi stopped and greeted the owner of the voice.
"Brother Zhishui".
"No tasks today?"
Zhi Shui, leaning against the wall, shrugged and then pointed to his mask.
"How could that be... we're about to leave."
"I came here specifically to apologize to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to cheer you on during your exam."
I'm sorry again.
Itachi suddenly remembered that Haruko had said the same thing not long ago.
"I'm already very happy that Brother Zhishui came; there's no need for this."
"Well… let me put it another way." Shisui walked to Itachi's side and patted Itachi on the shoulder.
"I wish you the best of luck in becoming a Chunin!"
After saying that, Shisui's figure disappeared.
Itachi stood there for a while.
"The Anbu (secret police unit) is really busy..."
I hadn't noticed it before, when I could still train with Haruko.
Now that I think about it, it seems that Brother Zhishui only spends three to five days a month in the clan.
And Haruko...
Itachi's eyes held a hint of longing.
Since Haruko joined the Anbu, she hasn't returned since that night.
It seemed as if they already knew they wouldn't make it to the Chunin Exams.
I had already apologized to him a long time ago.
She... must be very busy too, right?
.....
Achoo!
"Damn it..."
"Hado 58! Tianlan!"
Inside the Dark Division training ground, Qingchuan unleashed his spiritual power without restraint!
A strong wind rose.
After breaking through the barrier, Qingchuan immediately drew his sword and began slashing wildly!
This is a new strategy that Qingchuan developed in order to maximize his cultivation buffs.
True, seamless spiritual practice.
Release a Hado or Binddo to consume spiritual energy, then take advantage of the rapid recovery of spiritual energy to slash without interruption!
Once your spiritual energy recovers, cast a healing spell on yourself to replenish your health, and then continue casting Breaking Dao and Binding Dao!
Consume more spiritual energy, recover, and then slash again!
This cycle continues endlessly!
The consequence of doing this is that he is very likely to suffer from stunted growth.
After all, returning to the Dao can only repair the muscle strain caused by his cultivation, but cannot replenish substantial energy.
But Qingchuan didn't care...
I was so hungry I almost fainted, but two meals were enough.
Feeling so sleepy I feel like throwing up, a good nap will do the trick.
But what if he can't master Bankai on the night of the massacre, or what if he dies in a second like when he first obtained Shikai...?
Then there really would be nothing left...
This frenzied practice lasted for a full two hours.
Until his sweat almost soaked through his skirt.
Qingchuan then collapsed to the ground, panting heavily...
I glanced at the system interface, checking my control over Bankai.
The first training session gave him 0.09% proficiency, bringing his total proficiency to 1.73%.
This is the result of his efforts in training whenever he had the chance, except for a few slacking-off missions in the secret service.
"It's so...slow."
Qingchuan complained sincerely.
Although gaining proficiency is equivalent to him killing ten people in a row.
But this tortoise-like progress is really making people anxious.
He swallowed two ration pills.
The hunger that had almost devoured him gradually disappeared.
Aokawa struggled to his feet, gripping Senbonzakura tightly with both hands once more, his eyes filled with determination!
"I'll chop!"
...
Whoosh!
Another extremely tricky shuriken was thrown.
From the start of the battle, Itachi's feet never left the ground.
The opponent was already struggling to keep up with the sheer skill and unpredictability of the shuriken alone.
The examiner standing beside him looked at Itachi with a strange expression.
finally.
After a shuriken hidden in the shadows grazed the head of another examinee, taking away a strand or two of his hair.
The examiner finally announced the outcome of the exam, which was predetermined from the very beginning.
"The victor! Uchiha Itachi!"
The examiner raised Itachi's hand.
But Itachi's gaze kept wandering over the audience seats...
The final match is coming up soon.
That figure didn't appear after all...
She must still be on a mission somewhere, right?
That's fine.
Itachi shook his head inwardly.
Let's share this message with her when she gets back.
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