Whoosh—whoosh—

  A faint slicing sound split the air as six shuriken flew from Seimei’s palm, cutting through the wind before embedding themselves precisely into the target.

  Proficiency +3!

  This was a new trick Seimei had recently discovered—throwing multiple shuriken or kunai at once. As long as they hit the target, the system rewarded him with extra proficiency points.

  Thanks to that, it had taken him less than two hours to raise his "Tool Throwing" skill to Lv0 (96/100).Just a couple more throws, and he’d finally reach the beginner stage.

  Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

  Several more shuriken flew through the air.

  Proficiency +2!Proficiency +3!

  Tool Throwing: Lv0 (96/100) → Lv1 (1/200)!

  The instant the skill leveled up, it was as if Seimei had pierced through a thin yer of film—his understanding of projectile weapons took on a whole new crity.

  He’d felt this sensation of insight every time his proficiency increased, but never quite as intensely as now.

  Without hesitation, he grabbed a kunai from beside him and casually threw it. Even without focusing much, the kunai still struck the target.

  So this is what it means to be a beginner.

  With a thoughtful look, Seimei quickly flung the rest of the training kunai and shuriken by his side. Just like before, every single one hit the mark.

  He opened the panel with a flick of his mind and scanned it—only for the joy on his face to vanish instantly.

  No surprise there. Despite throwing so many tools, his Tool Throwing skill had only increased by one point.

  Is it because of the Lv1 threshold? Or something else?

  Puzzled, Seimei immediately began testing.

  About half an hour ter, he finally paused.

  After dozens of tests, the reason was clear.

  His slow proficiency gain came down to two main factors. First, the original body’s skill level was already around here. In other words, the leftover experience and muscle memory couldn’t help him improve anymore.

  Naturally, progress would slow.

  Second...He had been far too casual with his practice earlier.

  Now that the skill had reached Lv1, the system required him to hit the bullseye on the ten-meter target to earn proficiency points.

  Anything less didn’t count.

  And out of all the weapons he’d just thrown, only one shuriken had happened to hit dead center. The rest had nded around it.

  Hence, only one point gained.

  Clearly, the proficiency panel wasn’t something he could just fool his way through.

  If he wanted to grow stronger, he’d have to earn it—every step. The system merely visualized the hard work he put in.

  But that was enough.

  Most people didn’t give up because they were zy. They gave up because they couldn’t see any progress—no matter how hard they tried.

  But if even a single drop of sweat could yield results, Seimei believed most people would keep pushing forward.

  Shaking his head, he pushed those thoughts aside and refocused on his throwing practice.

  At his current level, hitting a ten-meter target wasn’t difficult—but hitting the bullseye? That was another story.

  He needed full concentration to have even a chance at success.

  Time slipped by. One kunai after another flew from his hand. Most missed the bullseye. Only about one in ten hit dead center.

  And so, his Tool Throwing skill inched upward, one painstaking point at a time.

  Before he realized it, the school day had ended.

  As the sound of students filled the air, Seimei opened his panel again.

  [Name: Uchiha Seime[Age: 10][Body: 5][Mind: 7][Chakra: 21 (131)][Bloodline: Sharingan (Unawakened) – 51/100]

  [Skills:]Chakra Refining: Lv0 (8/100)Clone Jutsu: Lv0 (46/100)Basic Taijutsu: Lv0 (35/100)Tool Throwing: Lv1 (29/200)

  After a full afternoon of training, his Tool Throwing skill had climbed another 28 points.

  To manage that, he’d burned through over 20 chakra points just to replenish his stamina.

  Otherwise, even a machine would’ve broken down by now.

  But it was worth it.

  At this rate, he could grind it up to Lv2 within a week.

  By then, at least in terms of throwing weapons, his skill level would rival that of sixth-year students at the Academy.

  That would make a big difference when it came to early graduation and self-defense.

  Still, he couldn’t rely on just Tool Throwing. He needed to work on Basic Taijutsu and the Three Basic Jutsu as well.

  Taijutsu wasn’t urgent—he had a solid foundation left behind by the original Seimei. Once he hit the beginner stage, he could grind from there.

  But the Three Basic Jutsu…

  Once he got through the weekly exam in three days, it’d be time to focus on Substitution Jutsu and Transformation Jutsu.

  Sure, the Three Jutsu weren’t very effective against high-level ninja, but against peers? They could make all the difference.

  So before graduation, he had to master all of them—and ideally grind them to Lv2, even Lv3.

  That was the only way he’d feel even a little bit safe.

  Thinking all this over, Seimei made his way home.

  Once there, he quickly ate a simple meal and dove straight into training.

  First, two hours of Chakra Refining. Once his chakra was full, he began practicing the Clone Jutsu.

  After exhausting his chakra, he repeated the refining process for another two hours, restoring about a hundred points of chakra—then went right back to training clones.

  Two full cycles ter, night had fallen, and his body had reached its limits. Time to rest.

  And so the cycle continued.

  School. Training. Over and over.

  Just like that, a week passed.

  Seimei had just stepped into his house when—Knock knock knock!

  The sudden knocks at the door caught him off guard.

  Ever since transmigrating, Seimei had barely interacted with anyone besides cssmates and teachers. Who would come looking for him?

  Despite his confusion, he went to open the door.

  As for danger?

  This was Konoha’s inner district. Just the name “Uchiha” was enough to deter most troublemakers.

  Unless some fool was actively courting death, being inside the Uchiha compound meant absolute safety.

  And right now, the few people who would cause trouble were either too young to act or weren’t even in the vilge.

  So, really—what was there to worry about?

  Creak—

  The door opened.

  Standing outside was an Uchiha ninja dressed in the standard Konoha jōnin uniform.

  “Seimei?”

  The man asked.

  “Yeah,” Seimei nodded, puzzled. “That’s me. And you are?”

  “I’m Uchiha Haruto. I’m here to deliver your compensation from the vilge.”

  At those words, Seimei immediately recalled the original Seimei’s memories. His expression shifted subtly, a hint of sorrow appearing at just the right moment.

  Seeing this, Haruto nodded solemnly and continued, “Also, the cn will be providing you with a monthly living allowance of ten thousand ryō until you become a genin.”

  As he spoke, he handed over a thick envelope.

  “Thank you,” Seimei said softly, bowing his head as he accepted it.