Unbelievable!
The amount of chakra he possessed was absolutely insane!
Even Hiashi and Hizashi Hyuga, both sixth-year students who had been refining chakra since age three—a solid seven years of training—found themselves speechless.
They'd trained for seven years, and still their combined chakra reserves couldn't match a kid who'd only been in school for a few months?
"How is this fair?!" Hizashi nearly shouted internally.
If the two Hyuga brothers had a better understanding of game systems, they probably would've screamed:
"SOMEONE'S HACKING!!"
"His talent is incredible," Hiashi muttered. "It's worth befriending him early."
"Agreed, big brother," Hizashi nodded.
While the Hyuga clan prided itself on its heritage, they weren't as insufferably arrogant as the Uchiha, whose members basically tattooed "We Are Invincible" on their foreheads.
The Hyuga had status, yes. They were one of Konoha's elite clans.
But compared to the Senju or Uchiha—who had literal legends like Madara and Hashirama—they were a step behind in terms of historical clout.
Still, their Byakugan made them essential to the village, and their infamous Caged Bird Seal bound them into a tight, collective force.
They weren't known for birthing many superstars—but they were organized, powerful, and dangerous as a whole.
Even so...
If this kid Shūyū wasn't some tragic casualty in the future, there was no doubt he'd become at least an elite jonin—maybe even another Jiraiya or Orochimaru-level figure.
"He's a rising pillar of the village," Hiashi thought. "And a future like that... means influence."
As a successor of the Hyuga clan, Hiashi made a decision:
Befriend this prodigy now.
On the Battlefield…
"Kushina, step aside," Shūyū said quietly.
Then without waiting—he charged in.
The entire crowd blinked.
"Wait. What."
"You're just gonna rush in... alone?!"
There were over a hundred second-years standing there—and this first-year had just sprinted in by himself?!
"Arrogant little brat!"
"Let's teach him a lesson!"
"I swear I'm gonna beat the crap outta him!"
The second-years were FUMING.
But before they could coordinate—
BAM!
One of them lunged forward.
And was instantly kicked in the gut.
He flew backward, curled like a shrimp in pain.
"Trash," Shūyū said coldly, not even sparing him a second glance.
The kid didn't just hurt—he was emotionally wrecked.
"Wait… am I really a second-year? Why did that hurt so much??"
And just like that—
Shūyū launched himself into the heart of the enemy formation.
Punches. Grabs. Elbows. Kicks. Spin attacks.
His close-combat skills were terrifyingly precise.
Upperclassmen watching from the sides were floored.
"If I had to fight him right now… I'd get wrecked."
Even middle-ranking chuunin teachers were stunned.
"How the hell does a kid this age fight like that?"
"He's better than most active-duty genin already."
"This level of hand-to-hand combat… it's elite."
Even the Anbu in hiding exchanged whispers.
"He's a real one."
Meanwhile, in the field—
Shūyū tore through the second-years like a tiger among sheep.
"Too weak," he muttered. "Far too weak."
He was bored.
Compared to someone like Minato Namikaze, the second-years were honestly underwhelming.
Sure, he'd come here to farm materials via combat… but deep down, he also wanted a challenge.
Maybe push his combat skills a bit.
But these guys?
They were barely good for warm-up.
If he didn't know better, he would've thought they were actors, pretending to get beaten up.
"What's the point of all this if they can't even give me pressure?" he grumbled mentally.
To be fair…
His combat talent was exceptional.
Even Kabuto Yakushi had said so.
But Shūyū wasn't convinced it was innate genius.
"I'm a transmigrator," he thought. "Of course I understand my own body better."
And more than that?
He was Chinese.
"We're descended from thousands of years of warfare. Battle is in our blood."
To Be Continued...
The second-years came to crush a cocky newbie.
But what they got instead… was a lesson in humility.
And it had only just begun.