Chapter 6

After Qianshou Feijian left.

Lian Ye took a brief rest, then eagerly came to the training ground.

This was his first time practicing shuriken throwing, and he couldn't help but feel a bit eager.

In the Ninja World, shuriken is a common weapon for ninjas; throwing shuriken enables long-range attacks on enemies, making it highly suitable for sneak attacks and assassinations, capable of silently delivering a fatal blow.

Put simply, if you can kill enemies with long-range attacks, why bother with close-quarters combat?

If you can ambush, then ambush; defeating the enemy is the ultimate goal.

Lian Ye eagerly anticipated the day his throwing skill would mature, when on the battlefield a single shuriken could take down an opponent—just thinking about it made his blood boil.

Lian Ye took a deep breath to calm himself.

Immediately, he slowly raised his arm, leaned back slightly, adjusted his posture, and threw the shuriken with all his strength.

For this first training, I hope for a good start.

The requirements aren't high; hitting the target is enough, the score doesn't matter.

However, the ideal is plump, while reality is skinny.

That shuriken traced a crooked arc in the air and then lodged in the open ground not far in front of the target.

Not to mention hitting the bullseye, I didn't even hit the target.

Lian Ye's smile froze instantly, his face flushed bright red, and his heart felt as if doused with cold water.

He instinctively glanced around; seeing no one, he immediately sighed in relief.

Fortunately, no one saw; otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

He then picked up another shuriken and resumed throwing.

Time and again, the shuriken either missed the bullseye or fell short midway.

Lian Ye's forehead was covered in sweat, his arms grew sore from repeated throwing, yet he did not give up.

In this perilous Ninja World, one's own strength is forever the most important!

Unlike other transmigrators who possess a system, he can only rely on his own relentless effort to grow stronger; to become stronger, he can only persist in arduous training.

Lian Ye actually feels fortunate that his identity is Uchiha; the Uchiha clan far surpasses other families in chakra volume, ninjutsu talent, and combat talent, and also possesses the Sharingan, a kekkei genkai.

Besides the Uzumaki and Senju, no clan can rival the Uchiha.

If one transmigrated into an ordinary clan's ninja, that would truly be a disastrous start, with nowhere to cry.

After all, the talent ceiling of ordinary clan ninjas is fixed; no matter how hard you try, you'll at most reach jonin level.

Talent determines the ceiling, effort determines the floor.

Hmm… the few who can use the Eight Gates are an exception in their green tight suits.

After who knows how long of trying, Lian Ye stood again, took a deep breath, and steadied his mind.

This time, his gaze was especially firm, the shuriken in his hand seeming to merge with him.

After repeated practice, he seemed to have found the feel.

With a 'whoosh,' the shuriken traced a perfect straight line in the air, firmly embedding in the dartboard, hitting the red bullseye.

'Finally succeeded!'

Lian Ye plopped onto the ground, feeling his arms extremely sore, as if reminding him of the high-intensity training he had just undergone.

Sweat beads kept rolling down his forehead, sliding along his cheeks to his chin, then dripping onto the ground.

Although his body was exhausted, seeing the shuriken lodged in the bullseye made the corners of his mouth involuntarily turn up.

As the sky was about to darken, after a brief rest, Lian Ye stood up, gathered the scattered shuriken, and put them back in their original place.

After finishing all that, he dragged his weary body back to the room, his clothes soaked with sweat; he needed to take a good cold shower to relieve the training fatigue.

The afternoon's training made Lian Ye realize that shuriken throwing cannot be mastered overnight.

This is merely a simple stationary target; in battle, enemies won't foolishly stay still.

'First, let's master the stationary target before anything else.' Lian Ye pondered his future training plan.

Not long after Madara Uchiha's defection, the Battle of the Valley of the End will not happen in the short term.

And Senju Hashirama seems to have passed away not long after defeating Madara.

Lian Ye speculated that Senju Hashirama must have suffered severe injuries in his battle with Madara Uchiha, which led to his death…

The First Ninja War broke out about seventeen years after Konoha's founding; thus, Lian Ye still has about ten years of development time.

'Ten years seems not enough…' Lian Ye clenched his fists and muttered to himself.

Wanting to become strong within ten years is nearly impossible.

Ten years later, Lian Ye will still be only sixteen; he's not like Naruto and Sasuke, those cheat-like prodigies, so raising his strength is quite difficult.

'Unless he awakens the Kaleidoscope Sharingan!' Lian Ye's eyes gleamed.

But he soon calmed down; first, let's not talk about the Kaleidoscope—he hasn't even activated a single tomoe yet.

Thinking of this, Lian Ye helplessly sighed, 'Forget it, let's eat first.'

Thus he went to the kitchen and began preparing tonight's dinner.

Because of Senju Feijian's morning request, he deliberately cooked extra rice, two large pots full.

The dishes remained Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken.

Actually he also wanted to make other dishes, but the household only had these ingredients.

He could only call Senju Feijian later to go buy…

Just as Lian Ye placed the dishes on the table, Senju Feijian returned right on time.

He looked at the four dishes on the table and nodded silently.

'Not bad, these are his favorite dishes.'

This time Lian Ye divided the food into two portions, one for himself, one for Senju Feijian.

The reason is he has mysophobia and doesn't like eating from the same dish as others.

Qianshou Feijian was quite happy about it; this little kid is quite sensible.

He naturally also doesn't like eating from the same dish with those Uchiha Clan fellows.

At the table, neither of them spoke.

The Uchiha and the Senju naturally have nothing to talk about, and neither wants to bring up a topic.

After the meal, Qianshou Feijian picked up his bowl and chopsticks and headed to the kitchen.

"Bai Mao Da Shu, we're out of ingredients at home." Lian Ye reminded him.

Although Mabo Dofu and Kung Pao Chicken taste great, you can't eat them every meal!

Qianshou Feijian's dishwashing motion paused; after a moment of silence, he said:

"Tomorrow I'll go shopping… what ingredients do you want?"

"Whatever." Lian Ye got up, stretched, and said, "I'm going back to my room."

Seeing Lian Ye about to leave, Qianshou Feijian hurriedly walked out of the kitchen with a cup of milk, saying, "Drink the milk before you go back."

Lian Ye was a bit surprised; again giving him milk?

Didn't expect this old guy to be so thoughtful, knowing he's still growing.

He took the milk and drank it all at once, then immediately returned to his room.

After a day of training, his body was extremely exhausted; he needed to get a good night's sleep.

Qianshou Feijian looked at the empty cup, the corners of his mouth slightly rising.