Asuma glared viciously at the Uchiha before him.
"Two-tomoe Sharingan, and you think you can lecture me?"
"You're overestimating yourself."
"Let's see if your eyes can keep up with my speed."
The moment his words fell, he launched forward, legs pounding against the ground as he closed the distance with incredible speed. His chakra blade slashed toward Ryosuke's arm in a swift arc.
But Ryosuke clearly saw the motion.
The Sharingan truly was an eye of perception.
With a swift swing, his kunai intercepted the strike.
Clang! Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal.
Asuma's eyes widened in surprise. This young man could actually follow his movements—thanks to those crimson eyes.
So this was the power of the Sharingan. A shame, he thought, that the Uchiha were a liability to the village, always resisting authority.
Still, the Uchiha's defense looked strained.
Asuma snapped his right leg up, aiming a sharp kick at Ryosuke's chest.
The Sharingan caught the motion, but Ryosuke's body was far too slow to react. His physique simply couldn't keep up.
The blow sent him flying.
Asuma sneered, watching him crash to the ground.
"So this is the might of the Uchiha clan?"
"Next time, stay out of Sarutobi Asuma's business."
But Ryosuke wasn't listening.
In his mind, a mechanical voice rang out:
"Your body feels intense pain. Training speed has increased."
"Strength +2, Speed +2, Constitution +2."
A surge of warmth coursed through his abdomen, followed by a refreshing coolness. The pain ebbed away, replaced by newfound vigor. His body felt lighter, stronger.
So the system worked like this?
Not only had his strength, speed, and constitution improved, but even his injuries had been alleviated.
He flexed his hands and legs—they were sturdier, quicker than before.
Constitution, he realized, must have raised his resilience and recovery speed.
A body with high constitution could endure heavier damage and recover faster. A weak one… would be left broken.
So then… did this mean he could grow stronger just by being beaten?
He almost wanted to taunt Asuma:
"Go on, hit me again if you dare."
But one glance at the gleaming chakra blade, and his courage faltered.
That blade had been aimed to maim. If not for the Sharingan, he might already be missing an arm.
Still, Ryosuke pushed himself to his feet and barked out coldly,
"Assaulting someone in the street—you're lawless."
"Konoha won't tolerate thugs like you."
The crowd gasped in shock.
This Uchiha was fearless—too fearless.
Sarutobi Asuma, son of the Third Hokage, wasn't someone to provoke lightly.
But Ryosuke's words had struck a nerve.
Asuma's hands gripped his chakra blades tightly, his face twisting with fury.
"You dare say Konoha won't tolerate me?"
He poured even more chakra into his weapons.
The blue glow blazed brighter, humming with lethal energy.
This time, he resolved, he'd teach the Uchiha a lesson he'd never forget.
After all, his father was the Hokage.
This village belonged to the Sarutobi.
His knees bent, muscles coiling—ready to strike again. This time, he would leave Ryosuke with a wound to remember for life.
Ryosuke's eyes narrowed, catching the murderous expression.
He knew what was coming.