A few days later, in the backyard of Fūka's house.
"Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Pig!"
Fūka recited each hand seal, performing the gestures clumsily at first but managing to complete all twelve seals in the end.
In the evenings, Fūka practiced tree climbing and water-walking. After several days of getting soaked, he finally managed to stand steadily on the water's surface. His Chakra felt like an extension of his body, allowing him to sense the water's buoyancy. He walked and ran on the water, gradually mastering the technique. Eventually, he was able to automatically cover his feet with Chakra as soon as he touched the water, eliminating any future concerns about falling in.
Moreover, after several days of intense training, Fūka noticed that he seemed to have a "golden finger" ability—no matter how intense his training the previous day, he would wake up the next day fully recovered, although this did not help with injuries.
Phew!
With Chakra control no longer a problem and hand seals becoming smooth, Fūka's eyes lit up as he quickly performed the hand seals.
"Transformation Jutsu!"
Bang!
A puff of smoke appeared, revealing a young boy wearing a pair of goggles. It was none other than Obito Uchiha—or rather, Fūka transformed into Obito Uchiha.
Fūka took out a mirror to check his reflection. He looked exactly like Obito, even down to the subtle nuances in his expression. He was quite satisfied.
"Release!"
Fūka then practiced the Shadow Clone Jutsu and the Substitution Jutsu, successfully executing them on his first try.
"After all, with an adult's mindset, the Three Basic Jutsu are too easy for me."
Fūka's eyes glinted with excitement. Unable to hold back, he took out the Fire Style scroll and began practicing Fire Style techniques.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
Rat—Ox—Tiger—Rabbit—Dragon—Snake!
Fūka quickly performed the hand seals, and his Chakra surged powerfully, gathering into a searing force in his throat.
Fūka's eyes widened as he felt what seemed like a blazing inferno in his throat, the intense heat scorching him. Unable to endure, he accidentally dispersed the hand seals.
Instantly, the intense heat in his throat vanished.
"Huff, huff…"
Fūka gasped for breath, still shaken. For a moment, he genuinely feared he might have been burned alive.
"One, two, three…" Fūka gently spoke as he touched his throat, "Good, my vocal cords are undamaged."
"The Fireball Jutsu is truly a fire technique of the Uchiha Clan."
Fūka recalled that in the original story, Sasuke Uchiha often practiced this technique by the lake. Even as the protagonist, it was clear that its difficulty was significant.
Fūka relaxed his mind and continued practicing.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
"Ugh!!!"
A surge of intense airflow suddenly burst from Fūka's throat, almost like a stomach upset. He hurriedly dispersed the hand seals and began dry heaving.
"Damn, are the hand seals for this jutsu wrong?"
After several failed attempts, Fūka couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged.
"No, it's just a simple Fireball Jutsu. If I can't master this, how will I learn other advanced jutsu in the future?"
"Keep going!"
Fūka steadied his mind and continued practicing the Fireball Jutsu. As the sky darkened, clouds obscured the moon, making it pitch black.
Suddenly, a spark of fire emerged from Fūka's mouth, only to extinguish immediately, almost as if it was a mirage.
"Did I succeed?"
In the murkiness, Fūka felt he had grasped something, but when he tried to continue, he found his Chakra had been depleted!
"Sigh, still not enough."
Fūka shook his head and sighed, then, unable to continue, he went inside and collapsed into bed.
...
Perhaps due to the intense training in Fire Style Jutsu before sleeping, Fūka continued practicing in his dreams. As he was deeply immersed in the joy of practice, a shuriken suddenly shot from afar, piercing directly into his heart.
Fūka looked up in disbelief to see a man in a spiral mask, with only one blood-red, three-tomoe Sharingan visible, calmly watching him.
"Uchiha… Obito? How could this be?"
In a daze, Fūka suddenly opened his eyes to find it had all been a dream, though his back was already drenched in sweat.
"Huff, huff!"
It was still before dawn, and the surroundings were silent, with only a few insects in the small yard making faint noises.
Fūka lost all sense of sleepiness. He put on his clothes and went outside.
Next door to the small yard was Obito Uchiha's house.
"Damn, the future supervillain boss lives right next door. The pressure is inexplicably intense."
Currently, Obito was a good person. No matter what Fūka did to him, he would forgive. But how long could this friendship last?
After Rin's incident, Obito was capable of harming even his own teacher's wife, Kushina. As a young friend, how could Fūka feel any sense of security?
"Wait a minute. Obito hasn't even awakened his Sharingan yet, and I already have mine!"
Fūka focused on his eyes. Instantly, a surge of power activated his eyes, and his clearly defined eyes revealed a sinister and ominous aura.
A single-tomoe Sharingan!
Under the dim moonlight, the tomoe in Fūka's eyes slowly spun. Everything around him became clear under the Sharingan. He could see a tiny insect in the grass fifteen meters away, its mouth opening and closing, and even the bits of leaves in its mouth.
A gentle breeze carried a few scattered leaves, and Fūka almost instinctively reached out his hand. When he realized, the leaves were all resting in his palm.
"Impressive!"
Fūka swallowed hard, feeling immensely powerful. An overwhelming sense of invincibility surged from the depths of his being, and the Sharingan seemed to urge him to destroy, conquer, and dominate!
Fūka took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and slowly deactivated the Sharingan.
"Truly ominous. Without sufficient willpower, this eye might very well conquer me."
"Since fate has given me a second chance and this Sharingan, I must use my will to control it and stand on the highest stage in this world!"
Willpower?
In the original story, the Third Hokage often spoke of the Will of Fire, which, in simple terms, meant protection.
Protecting the village, protecting loved ones, protecting friends, and protecting future generations.
This protective mindset might not significantly enhance one's strength, but it would strengthen a person's will, making them braver and more determined in battle, willing to risk everything!
But Fūka had just arrived in this world and the village, with few acquaintances. How could he embrace such willpower?
"In my previous life, Gorky once said: Even a small self-restraint can make a person strong and powerful."
"Perhaps I can train my willpower through my practice!"
"Wait, why does this feel so familiar?"
Then, two men in tight green battle suits with thumb-thick eyebrows popped into Fūka's mind. They were grinning with bright smiles and thumbs up, a white tooth sparkling in the corner of their mouths.
Fūka's eyes twitched.
In the original story, Might Guy and Rock Lee trained this way: "If I can't jump rope a hundred times, I'll side-kick two hundred times. If I can't do two hundred side-kicks, I'll run two laps around Konoha." They relied on such training to gain immense strength and an unshakable will, never wavering or lost, as solid as rock!
"Damn, I hope I don't end up like them!"