[DING! Defeated opponent. Material dropped: Chakra (White)][DING! Defeated opponent. Special Material dropped: Flying Thunder God Kunai Fragment ×1]
Hikaru's pupils shrank the moment he saw the system prompt.
A Flying Thunder God Kunai—even if it was just a fragment—was a jackpot.
If he simply collected 10 identical fragments and combined them, sure, he might end up with a normal Flying Thunder God Kunai. Cool in lore. Useless in practice—he couldn't even use the jutsu yet.
But Hikaru wasn't like other transmigrators. He understood his system.
It wasn't just about collecting stuff.
It was about synthesizing the right combination of materials to unlock custom gear—tools that inherited the traits of their components.
So imagine…
A composite item fused with a space-time attribute?
Yeah. He was very interested.
"I need to farm more from Minato," he muttered, eyes gleaming.
Minato fell.
And up next? The usual—Kushina.
They sparred nearly every day by now. Her progress was impressive, but she still wasn't on his level yet.
[DING! Defeated opponent. Material dropped: Sage Body (Blue)][DING! Defeated opponent. Material dropped: Nine-Tails Chakra Fragment ×1]
Another win.
Another Sage Body material.
And another piece of Nine-Tails Chakra.
With each training session, the distance to fully fusing the Nine-Tails Chakra narrowed. Slowly but surely, he was building a real power base.
By the time he finished sparring, the teacher had given up entirely.
The Chūnin instructor—once confident, now quietly mourning his lesson plan—watched as Hikaru dunked on literally everyone.
Eventually, he tried to salvage the lesson.
"Everyone, today's sparring showed a clear lesson: no matter how talented you think you are, there's always someone more terrifying. Stay humble, or you'll die young."
Nice recovery, Hikaru thought, almost applauding him mentally.
"Kushina, help supervise today's remaining matches," the instructor said."As for you, Hikaru—come with me for a minute."
The teacher scribbled something on the match list, effectively excusing both him and Kushina from further duties.
In the corner of the field, the teacher got straight to the point.
"During your fight with Namikaze Minato, you used the Body Flicker Technique, didn't you?"
"Yes," Hikaru replied without hesitation.
It was a simple D-rank move—but in a world where most of his classmates could barely mold chakra, a properly applied Body Flicker was broken-tier.
"Where did you learn it?" the instructor asked curiously.
"The orphanage director—Yakushi Tori—taught me."
The teacher fell silent for a second.
That made sense.
Tori, despite being a retired one-legged jōnin, was still a jōnin. A walking encyclopedia of field experience.
"Hikaru," the teacher said carefully, "have you considered skipping grades?"
There it was.
The classic "you're too good for school" speech.
And honestly?
Hikaru knew he could skip.
He could graduate.
He could start taking missions, racking up enemy kills, and looting high-level materials in the real world.
But—
"Thank you, sensei, but I'd rather stay here for the full five years," Hikaru said sincerely."I want to enjoy school life with my classmates."
He smiled like an angel.
In his mind?
"Let the fools graduate. I'll stay right here, farming these walking loot piñatas."
Let Kakashi and Gai chase glory and graduate at 5 and 7 years old.
That wasn't his game.
He wasn't in a rush to die on the frontlines of the Second Great Ninja War. What use were higher-level drops if the grind killed you before you could spend them?
Better to sit in the classroom.
Safer.
Simpler.
And way, way more profitable.
Especially with two SSR-tier NPCs—Kushina and Minato—hand-delivering unique drops every week.
No shot was he leaving that behind.
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