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"Oh? So this is the end?"

Yoruha stopped in his tracks, a brief pause flashing across his face.

Then he turned toward Anko, smiling faintly.

"From now on, you won't have this 'deadbeat brat' around to watch your back. Be extra careful on missions, alright?"

Hearing his parting words, Anko let out a light scoff and smirked.

"Don't underestimate me, brat. I'm Mitarashi Anko, a Special Jōnin of Konoha, remember?"

Yoruha nodded, still grinning. "Sure, sure. But do me a favor—cut back on the sweets a bit."

He gave her a playful glance.

"If you ever do become chubby one day, don't blame me for turning my back on you. After all, I only date girls with your current figure."

"You little punk! Who are you calling fat? Go die!"

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, the system had been frustratingly quiet—no sign-in missions, no upgrades, nothing.

But Yoruha wasn't in a rush.

With his current strength, even if Orochimaru appeared during the Konoha Crush incident, he was confident he could get away unscathed.

"I wonder how Anko's doing lately. Feels like I haven't seen her in ages…" Yoruha murmured as he stared off into the distance.

It was said she had been sent out on a high-level mission.

She hadn't returned since.

Yoruha had even tried to randomly 'breathe near her' to trigger a chance encounter—no luck.

But he knew.

They'd see each other again soon.

Because…

The Chūnin Exams were about to begin.

At the training grounds.

Hinata and Ino were both drenched in sweat, pushing themselves hard.

Hinata focused on mastering her Sixty-Four Palms, while Ino practiced diligently with her sword.

Yoruha sat alone on a nearby bench, watching them with quiet focus. From time to time, he gave small tips and corrections.

At this point…

Yoruha no longer needed basic training.

His strength had hit a bottleneck.

Without sign-in bonuses or system upgrades, conventional training wasn't enough to break through.

Cheating was the only real shortcut.

"Yoruha!" Hinata called, landing in front of him with determination. Her forehead glistened, and even at her young age, her figure had begun to show some shape.

"I think I'm finally close to grasping that feeling you talked about. Can we try one more time?"

Yoruha nodded with a smile. "Alright."

Hinata had been working on the Sixty-Four Palms for a while now.

But she'd never quite nailed it.

As Yoruha had explained, it wasn't just about muscle memory—it was about seizing a very specific feeling, a flow of energy.

Once she truly felt it, the technique would naturally click.

And how did Yoruha know that?

Don't ask.

Let's just say he cheated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The center of the training field echoed with the sound of rapid footwork and palm strikes.

Yoruha and Hinata darted around, engaging in a series of warm-ups that gradually built in speed and intensity.

Then, in a flash—

Hinata opened her eyes wide.

Byakugan flared to life.

Yoruha knew.

It was time.

He raised his hand, launching a flurry of hidden weapons into the air. They streaked through the sky in all directions, aiming for Hinata's vital points.

No mercy. No blind spots.

"Hyaah!"

Eight Trigrams… Sixteen Palms… Thirty-Two Palms!

Whummm!

A glowing Bagua seal bloomed at Hinata's feet, pulsing with chakra.

"Sixty-Four Palms!"

Boom!

In a heartbeat, every single hidden weapon was knocked out of the air with precision and grace.

She did it.

She had mastered the technique.

"Congratulations, Hinata," Yoruha said, stepping forward. "You finally nailed it."

Ino ran over with a bright smile, clapping her hands. "Nice job! I'm so happy for you!"

But as she watched Hinata catching her breath with a proud smile, Ino couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

Hinata keeps getting stronger…

But my swordsmanship—

Ugh… we're both girls… so why is the talent gap this big?