After everything was settled, Sasuke fell into a steady rhythm.
Days no longer carried meaning on their own.
Only repetition did.
He opened the system.
SYSTEM STATUS
Name: Sasuke Uchiha
Title: The Last Uchiha
Age: 7
Bloodline: Uchiha
Sharingan: 1 Tomoe (early awakening stage)
EXP: 5,280
EXP Type: Skill Points Only
Passive Gain: 1 EXP / hour (fixed, non-upgradeable)
ATTRIBUTES
Physical: 110
Spiritual: 130
Chakra Reserves: 1,240
Chakra Control: 48%
COMBAT
Combat Experience: Level 2 (slight improvement through real combat awareness)
SKILLS
Great Fireball Jutsu: Level 3
Transformation Jutsu: Level 2
Shuriken/Kunai Throwing: Level 3
Sasuke studied the panel silently.
The system had not made him stronger.
Only time and training had.
Four Months Earlier
The sky above Konoha was often covered in dark clouds.
No sunlight broke through most days.
Only pressure lingered in the air.
Sasuke had enrolled in the Ninja Academy soon after settling.
His life became structured.
Training.
Classes.
Repetition.
Silence.
Chakra control training pushed him the hardest.
Leaf exercises taught precision.
Even the smallest mistake wasted chakra instantly.
One truth became clear:
Chakra was not upgraded.
It was refined.
So he trained constantly.
Without shortcuts.
Without breaks.
Naruto Uzumaki remained the loudest presence in class.
Energetic.
Unstable.
Ignored by most.
Iruka treated all students equally.
No favoritism.
Only discipline.
Sasuke observed everything.
Intervened in nothing.
At lunch, he occasionally visited Ichiraku Ramen.
"Two bowls of special ramen."
"Coming right up!" Teuchi replied warmly.
He ate in silence.
Routine had become natural.
Naruto sometimes joined.
"Yo! Sasuke! Let's eat together, dattebayo!"
Sasuke would glance once.
Then continue eating.
No reply.
After school, training began immediately.
Push-ups.
Squats.
Sit-ups.
Running.
Repeated cycles.
Gradual improvement became normal.
Not explosive growth.
Just steady refinement.
Great Fireball Jutsu improved in stability and control.
Shuriken accuracy became sharper.
Transformation Jutsu became smoother and less wasteful.
Evening training near the Uchiha district became routine.
Stone target practice.
Movement correction.
Reflex training.
Mistakes were frequent.
But correction was constant.
By night, he returned home.
He meditated for one hour.
Not for strength.
But for clarity.
Then he opened the system.
5,280 EXP.
Not power.
Not dominance.
Only time converted into understanding.
Sasuke closed his eyes.
"…This is what real training means."
And for the first time,
he understood that strength was not given.
It was built.