Chapter 4: First Training Loop
Sasuke sat alone near the lake.
The same place where he had first awakened his Sharingan.
The air was calm, and the surface of the water barely moved.
A quiet place—useful for thinking and training.
Sasuke began analyzing his system.
Passive EXP was always active.
It accumulated continuously over time, regardless of effort.
Active EXP, however, came from deliberate training and skill usage.
In simple terms:
Passive EXP meant growth through existence.
Active EXP meant growth through action.
Both worked together.
But one required no effort.
"…Passive is efficiency."
He concluded quietly.
"It grows even while I do nothing."
That alone made it the most valuable resource.
Sasuke stood up.
He decided to test his current physical limits.
No chakra enhancement.
No shortcuts.
Only body control.
He began the training routine.
100 push-ups.
100 squats.
100 sit-ups.
A 10 km run.
A simple structure.
The push-ups started smoothly.
At first, his body adapted easily.
But strain slowly built up.
At 60 repetitions, his arms began to tremble.
At 75, his movement slowed significantly.
He paused briefly.
Then forced the final repetitions.
"…100."
He completed the set.
He moved immediately to squats.
His legs carried more weight than expected.
Fatigue accumulated faster than before.
But he continued.
Sit-ups followed.
Controlled.
Repetitive.
Straining his core.
Then the final stage.
The run.
His breathing stabilized at first.
But endurance limits began to appear gradually.
Still, he did not stop.
He completed the full distance.
He returned to the lake, standing still.
Breathing controlled.
Body strained, but not broken.
[Ding! +10 EXP]
Sasuke tilted his head slightly.
The system only rewarded full completion.
Not partial effort.
Not struggle.
Only completion mattered.
He rested briefly.
Then repeated the entire cycle again.
And again.
By the end of the training session, he had completed the full routine multiple times.
[Ding! +10 EXP]
[Ding! +10 EXP]
[Ding! +10 EXP]
Sasuke exhaled slowly.
So repetition did not multiply rewards.
Efficiency came from consistency, not stacking.
That was important.
He opened his status.
SYSTEM STATUS
Name: Sasuke Uchiha
Title: The Last Uchiha
Age: 7
Bloodline: Uchiha
Sharingan: 1 Tomoe (Level 1: 1/10)
EXP: (Passive accumulation in progress)
Passive EXP: +1 EXP / second (continuous)
HP: 32 / 32
Physical: 32
Spirit: 60
Chakra Reserves [CR]: 320 / 320
Chakra Control [CC]: 40%
Combat Experience: Level 1 (1/1)
Skills:
Passive EXP: Level 1 (1/1)
Active EXP: Level 1 (1/1)
Great Fireball Jutsu: Level 1 (1/1)
Transformation Jutsu: Level 1 (1/1)
Shuriken/Kunai Throwing: Level 1 (1/1)
Sasuke studied it calmly.
The body was improving evenly.
Not in bursts.
Not in leaps.
But steadily.
"…Balanced growth."
That was the conclusion.
He considered the system again.
Passive EXP alone ensured constant progression.
Active training only refined efficiency.
Together, they formed a stable growth loop.
He rested near the lake for a while.
Then washed off the sweat using the cold water.
His mind remained focused.
Not emotional.
Not distracted.
Only structured thought.
After some time, he returned to the village.
The ANBU had already arrived earlier.
Silent.
Efficient.
They had delivered documents and disappeared without explanation.
Inside the papers was a residence assignment.
And 100 million Ryo deposited under his name.
Sasuke paused briefly.
"…Fast."
No hesitation.
No delay.
Just results.
He stored the documents carefully.
Then returned to the Uchiha district to collect his remaining belongings.
The place was quiet.
Empty.
Still holding echoes of a past that no longer existed.
He did not linger.
He packed what he needed.
And left.
The streets of Konoha were active.
People spoke.
Laughed.
Lived.
Some glanced at him with pity.
Others ignored him completely.
Sasuke observed everything.
But reacted to nothing.
This world was not fiction.
Not a story.
Not something predictable.
It was real.
And reality did not wait for anyone.
He continued walking.
One thought remained clear in his mind.
If he wanted to survive—
he would need time.
And control.
At the apartment building, he met the landlord.
The documents were verified.
The key was handed over.
The room was simple.
Empty.
Functional.
Sasuke cleaned it silently.
Placed his belongings neatly.
Then made one final trip to retrieve the remaining items.
Not as a hero.
Not as an avenger.
Just as someone adapting.
Step by step.
To a world that had already moved on without him.