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A kid is still a kid—no matter how talented he might be.

Especially in times of peace, when most seven-year-olds are still running around clueless, maybe helping their parents buy soy sauce from the market or playing with toys in the backyard.

But Yoruha?

He'd been training with various blades since the age of four.

And all of it—every bit of it—had been seen by Fuma.

Yoruha wasn't like the other children.

At some point, Fuma couldn't even remember when exactly,he stopped treating Yoruha like a child altogether.

"Uncle Fuma, you know how I am. Once I've decided on something, I never back down," Yoruha said firmly."If you don't help me, I'll have to go to some back-alley weapon shop and buy a half-baked chakra manual.Can you really sit back and let that happen?"

Fuma let out a long sigh.

Even with all his training—even with the emotional coldness instilled by Root—when it came to Yoruha, he couldn't help but feel a little… helpless.

"Besides," Yoruha added, "I've always done things with caution and control.If I came to you for help, it's because I know my body can handle it now.I will be able to refine chakra properly—and I will become a ninja."

He spoke with complete confidence.

Fuma looked into the boy's eyes.So steady. So resolved.

In the end, he gave in.

"The chakra refinement technique I use is exclusive to ANBU," Fuma said."It's too intense—aggressive and invasive. Not suitable for you. And technically, it's forbidden to share it with outsiders."

He paused for a moment.

"The Yamanaka clan's technique is gentler—perfect for beginners—but I can't give that to you either.Not without your father's permission. It's clan law."

He stood and walked over to a cabinet.

"So…"

Fuma opened it, then pulled out a thick bundle of aged scrolls and laid them before Yoruha.

"These are chakra extraction techniques I've collected over the years from various declining clans.They're not as refined as the ones our clan uses,but they're definitely better than the junk being sold on the streets."

"Declining clans, huh…"

Yoruha's eyes lit up as he flipped through the stack."Any from the Senju Clan?"

At that, Fuma glared at him.

"The Senju Clan? Fallen? You forget—Princess Tsunade is still alive and well."

Yoruha chuckled and nodded.

That was true.

The Senju might only have one pureblood heir left,but as long as Tsunade was around, she could easily restore the clan on her own.Future generations might not inherit the same blood purity,but the clan wouldn't be gone.

"Wait—this one…"Yoruha's hand stopped on a scroll bearing a red spiral pattern.

His eyes narrowed.

"That's the symbol of the Uzumaki Clan, isn't it?"

Fuma glanced over, then shook his head.

"The Uzumaki bloodline is… unique. Their techniques are designed around their extreme vitality.That scroll isn't really meant for people like us."

And he wasn't wrong.

Uzumaki methods required a certain kind of endurance—their bodies could handle intense chakra output and recovery cycles that would kill a normal shinobi.

"But I'm not 'normal,'" Yoruha thought to himself.

Not anymore.

Thanks to the system,he now carried the bloodline characteristics of the Uzumaki Clan—even if not by birth.

This technique was perfect for him.

"Uncle Fuma, I think this one's the right fit," Yoruha said, holding up the scroll with a nonchalant smile."You know my situation's… different. Maybe the Uzumaki method is just what I need."

He unfurled the scroll and started reading through it.

"Don't be ridiculous," Fuma snapped."You might understand the theory behind chakra refinement, but your body is nothing like an Uzumaki's!"

He shook his head again.

Fuma was about to launch into a lecture—explain the delicate balance between spiritual and physical energy,how improper refinement could shred a young ninja's meridians...

But he never got the chance.

Because suddenly—Yoruha's aura surged.

Fuma's eyes widened.

His nephew's face had turned pale, but that didn't matter.

There—right there in the living room—a faint yet distinct chakra cyclone formed around him.

Silent. Controlled. Pure.

Fuma stood frozen, eyes sharp and full of disbelief.

"This… this chakra… it's so pure… How is this even possible?!"