Uchiha Seiji slept for three whole days.
If Kakashi and Shūsaku hadn't confirmed she was simply exhausted and nothing was wrong, they would have thought something terrible had happened. But after that day, Seiji completely slowed down.
She stopped training altogether—not even a single Shadow Clone.
At most, she refined her chakra once a day and ran a few laps to keep her body from regressing, but that was all.
In such a dangerous world, among countless people striving desperately to become shinobi, it was nothing short of a miracle that someone like Seiji could live so leisurely.
More than once, Kakashi looked at her with eyes full of envy.(Kakashi: As if!)
Even Shūsaku had been stunned. He had tried persuading her, but… it was useless.
It was said that not long ago, during a "small" mission, White Fang had mentioned Seiji in his report to the Third Hokage.
The Third was astonished to hear that a five-year-old already possessed the combat strength of a Chūnin—White Fang's own assessment, having sparred with her personally.
But when he later observed Seiji's "idle" lifestyle, the Hokage could only remark:"This is the first time in my life I've ever seen a ninja this lazy…"
That bit of information came from Kakashi, who had gossiped with Seiji after training.
Still, Seiji herself was starting to feel bored.
Every day was the same: wake up, make pastries or spicy snacks, then flop onto the couch to watch television. She even found herself laughing at shows so rare and dull that in her previous life she wouldn't have touched them.
But even that had its limits.
"Ugh… I'm so bored…"
She smacked her lips, savoring the lazy days.
"Training… should I?"
The thought flickered across her mind, but she immediately rejected it. She no longer felt nauseated just thinking about training, but the aversion was still strong. Even bored to death, she didn't want to train.
And even if she did—train what, exactly?
Rasenshuriken?
What about her lack of Wind Release?
Should she try creating her own Lightning-Style or Water-Style Rasengan variants?
That would be exhausting!
Her talent wasn't AA anymore. With her chakra still below Jōnin level, how long would it take to create something like that without a model?
That wasn't "killing time." That was torture.
Yes, she had once created Chidori in half a day…
Don't underestimate that feat. Even with the help of Shadow Clones, that half-day compressed to a normal pace of about five days. With her current lowered talent, it would take at least fifty days—and that was with an original reference!
Meanwhile, the TV had nothing left worth watching. The books she bought from the store now made her feel sick to even open. At last, she understood why Jiraiya's novels became so popular…
In her eyes, anything not outright terrible would shine when compared to piles of books so boring they made her want to vomit. No—maybe Icha Icha Paradise itself wasn't actually that good.
Because…
A few days ago, after White Fang witnessed her daily life, he hadn't scolded her. Instead, he recommended a novel written by some supposedly world-famous author. Seiji had flipped through two pages… and couldn't bear another. She almost threw up.
"Mm… I didn't think much of it before."
Slowly sitting up, Seiji popped two spicy sticks into her mouth and muttered, "Maybe I was overestimating the idea of running a novelty shop… managing a store is so boring… Ugh, if only there were good novels or TV shows here…"
But when she thought carefully about it, she realized this world's foundation was shinobi and war—not literature or entertainment.
That left her deeply conflicted.
"Ugh… I need to think of something! Something to pass the time…"
She kept muttering and thinking to herself. At last, her eyes lit up as she set her sights on one idea:
Drawing manga.
"Yes! If there's nothing good out there, I'll create it myself! It might be a waste of time, but I've got plenty of that to spare!"