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The next morning, accompanied by the lingering morning mist, a small figure walked out of the house.
"Fuyu Shirou, why are you going out so early today?" On the road, he encountered many early-rising clan members. Some were forced to start their day early due to their livelihood, while others, like him, were up early to exercise. Those who recognized him would always greet him with a kind smile.
"Good morning, Uncle Shao. I'm going to get some exercise." Fuyu Shirou greeted the clan members warmly, returning a big smile.
At the entrance of the compound, looking at the tall Torii Gate with the prominent Uchiha clan emblem, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"I don't want to start so early, preparing to become a ninja." But the Uchiha name and the tragic future compelled him to work hard from an early age to become a ninja.
Fuyu Shirou, inwardly complaining, began jogging around the clan territory.
It was now the 36th year of spring in Konoha. The Nine-Tails Incident was still 12 years away. The Uchiha clan territory was still located in the center of Konoha, as they were one of the founding families. It was only natural that they occupied a central area.
Although the territory had become slightly crowded over the years due to the increasing number of clan members, and there had been multiple requests to expand, the surrounding area was densely packed with families of all sizes, as well as Konoha's administrative offices and the Hokage Tower.
"No matter which world it is, the central area of a city is always highly valued and hard to come by!"
Shaking off his random thoughts, Fuyu Shirou began to run seriously. Although this body was unusually strong for a four-year-old, he didn't want to overdo it on his first day.
He set a goal of three kilometers, to see how his body would react, and then planned to do sit-ups, push-ups, and frog jumps.
"Take it step by step. Whether it's the Third Great Shinobi War or the Night of the Clan's Downfall, there's still plenty of time. Don't rush, haste makes waste."
An hour later, after jogging for nearly half an hour, resting, and then doing sit-ups, push-ups, and frog jumps, Fuyu Shirou, exhausted, returned home with trembling legs.
Uchiha Mika had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for him.
"That must have been tough, Fuyu Shirou." She helped him wipe the sweat from his face and neck with a warm towel and then handed him a small bottle of medicinal oil.
"Apply the medicinal oil to your knees, ankles, and other joints, and rub until it warms up."
Following Mika's instructions, he worked on it for a while and then looked up at her.
"Is this medicine to relieve damage to the knees and ankles?"
Mika didn't help him as she usually would. She stood by, watching him fumble with the application and only gave him a few pointers on the correct method.
"Fuyu Shirou, if you want to become a ninja, this is just the first step. There will be many more difficulties and hardships ahead."
"Sister Mika, I will keep going until I become strong, the strongest, and no one can defeat me!"
He didn't notice that she had said the strongest person, not the strongest ninja.
"Good spirit. So, the future strongest ninja, let's eat breakfast now!"
She ruffled his hair and then took his small hand, leading him to the dining room.
"Today's breakfast seems a bit different, doesn't it?" Fuyu Shirou asked, surprised, as he looked at the breakfast on the table.
On the tray were two servings of breakfast: bread, beef, carrots, vegetables, and tofu. There were also two boxes of milk. Each dish was served in small plates, with a small but exquisite portion.
"Of course. Becoming a ninja is no easy task. You need to intake proteins, vitamins, and trace elements. You also need plenty of rest. You have a long road ahead!"
"I'm going to eat!"
"Suguoichi, today's breakfast is really delicious!"
Hearing Fuyu Shirou's exaggerated praise, Uchiha Mika's beautiful eyes squinted with a smile.
Although there was a bit of flattery, the effort she put into preparing the breakfast was worth it, and she didn't mind the small impropriety.
"Hey, Fuyu Shirou, although you've started working hard to become a ninja, at your age, it's more important to play and have fun..."
"I know! I'll go out and play after resting a bit~"
"My nephew is unexpectedly sensible..." She seemed to detect a hint of reluctance in his words but decided to let him follow her advice and go out.
"Is he worried about making me worry?" Uchiha Mika thought, looking at the portrait of her sister and brother-in-law on the wall.
"I'm going out!" After eating breakfast and resting for another half an hour, Fuyu Shirou, with his small legs, once again stepped out of the house.
Although it was his first time exercising, he had worked out for nearly an hour, including sit-ups, push-ups, and frog jumps.
After just a short rest and a meal, he surprisingly felt his energy returning. It seems this body is stronger than I thought.
Perhaps it's due to the generational erosion by chakra, leading to a significant increase in the physical strength of children in this world, which is somewhat exaggerated.
Is it to make their bodies more adaptable to chakra energy, or is it a different kind of Bloodline Limit? From what I know, the longer a ninja family's history, the higher the proportion of ninjas born in the clan.
While strolling around the clan compound and responding to the enthusiastic greetings of the adults, he continued to ponder these questions.
The Uchiha clan members were not as cold and cruel as he had originally imagined.
In Fuyu Shirou's original conception, the Uchiha clan members would stop at nothing to open their eyes, killing their comrades and relatives, a bloody and cold-hearted clan.
However, after a few days of interaction, whether it was the caring Uchiha Mika or the warm greetings from the clan members he met on the road, all broke his preconceived notions.
"Well, don't rush to conclusions. Most of the clan members I've met so far are ordinary people, and there haven't been many ninjas. I'll observe more in the future."
While wandering, Fuyu Shirou also saw a few ninjas wearing green vests with the red and white Ping-Pong Paddle clan emblem on their backs. Although he didn't recognize them, they didn't seem much different from ordinary people.
The Uchiha compound wasn't very large, after all, it was just one clan. After a few minutes of walking, he had almost reached the end and was back under the iconic red Torii Gate.
(End of Chapter)