"Second bastard!"
Sasuke's face was scrunched up in frustration, his tiny hands clenched into fists.
"When can you be more reliable?"
"I've always been reliable, okay?" I sighed, placing a hand over my heart like I was deeply wounded. "This constant slander is too much for my poor, delicate soul."
Sasuke glared, unamused.
Alright, fair enough. Maybe I wasn't the most 'conventional' older brother figure. But come on, I had my moments!
Trying to keep up with all the chaos in this family had already turned my brain into overworked mush. Thinking about the inevitable future events? Even worse. How was I, a five-year-old with impeccable taste in snacks, supposed to prevent an entire clan's massacre while also staying fabulous?
A normal kid would've just gone to school, played ninja games, and eaten their weight in dango.
But no. Not me.
I had a system to deal with.
With a resigned sigh, I mentally pulled up my system panel.
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[System Panel]
Host: Satoru
World: Naruto
Unlocked Template: Gojo Satoru
Unlock Progress: 31%
Abilities: Six Eyes (Full Version), Blue (Incomplete), Red (Incomplete)
Acting Points: 1000
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Red.
Finally.
Gojo Satoru's infamous "Red" technique. A repulsive force attack that could send people flying like ragdolls. Twice as powerful as Blue and scalable up to positive infinity. Which basically meant I could turn anything in my way into cosmic dust if I pushed it far enough.
Not that I could use it yet. My system progress was slower than a snail doing a marathon.
Why?
Because I had spent way too many acting points on snacks.
But in my defense, SSS-ranked scrolls were ridiculously overpriced! And I needed sugar to function. Basic survival.
Closing the system panel, I turned back to Sasuke, who was still glaring at me like I owed him money.
"By the way," I said casually, "what were we talking about again?"
Sasuke deadpanned.
"Fire Style. Great Fireball Technique."
Ah. Right.
A massive fireball came straight at my face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—HEY!"
I dodged effortlessly, but damn if he wasn't getting stronger. The fireballs kept coming, each one larger and hotter than the last.
"Okay, who pissed you off this time?" I asked, dodging another one with a lazy backflip. "Why are you venting on your poor, innocent second brother?"
Sasuke huffed, hands still in the fire jutsu seal.
"Innocent?" His eyes twitched. "You literally tricked me two minutes ago."
"Did I?" I gasped dramatically. "Little Sasuke, you wound me."
Sasuke glared harder.
I glanced at the scorched ground around us and sighed. "Okay, okay. Enough messing around. Let's focus."
I gestured for him to follow as I stood in front of the training targets.
"I'll officially teach you shuriken throwing."
Sasuke perked up, excitement flashing in his eyes.
"First of all," I started, adjusting his posture, "keep your shoulders still. The only thing that should be moving is your arm."
I tapped his elbow lightly. "When you pull back, don't move your elbow too much. The power comes from the flick of your wrist, not brute force."
Sasuke nodded, trying to mimic my stance.
"You're still a kid," I added, "so your body isn't fully developed yet. That means you can't rely on sheer strength like the adults do."
I nudged his wrist slightly, adjusting the angle. "Instead, use wrist momentum to increase speed."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes, absorbing every word. He glanced at the targets, determination flickering across his face.
"Got it."
With a deep breath, he lifted his hand, fingers curling around the shuriken.
"Whoosh!"
The first one sliced through the air, embedding itself into the target.
Sasuke's eyes widened.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
More followed. Each one struck dead center, not a single one off-target.
He wiped his cheek with his sleeve, disbelief written all over his face.
"Did I… just do that?"
I smirked.
"Not bad, huh?"
Sasuke's gaze flickered to me, awe creeping into his expression.
This entire time, he had been struggling with his shuriken technique. Hours of practice, and he still couldn't get it right.
But with just a few words—just a simple adjustment—he had done it.
His second brother… really was amazing.
"How about it, Sasuke?" I teased, tugging my blindfold slightly. "I wasn't lying when I said I'm the best teacher."
Six Eyes let me see everything. Even the smallest details—posture, movement, energy flow. Finding the optimal way to throw a shuriken? Child's play.
Sasuke huffed, turning away. But I caught the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Whatever."
His voice was quiet, but I knew.
Deep down, he was impressed.
Mission accomplished.