"That's my little secret—unless you give me a Ninja Cat."
Satori Hyūga seized the chance to ask for a summoning scroll for Ninja Cats.
As the heir to the Uchiha clan, Fugaku Uchiha should certainly have had that ability.
But Fugaku merely gave a cold snort and rejected him outright.
He wasn't about to let those adorable Ninja Cats fall into Satori's clutches.
Who knew whether someone like him would truly appreciate them.
Seeing Fugaku's firm stance, Satori had no choice but to give up and left with Might Guy in tow.
Actually, the poison had been hidden inside the wooden dummy.
The wooden dummy used in the Substitution Technique had been carefully modified by him to possess unique functions.
For example, he had installed Explosive Tags inside.
Or placed toxic powder within the dummy—once it exploded, the toxin would disperse rapidly into the air.
And because the poison was colorless and odorless, even experienced ninja might not detect it.
As for the poison itself, he had learned the formula from experiments conducted in Orochimaru's lab.
Knowledge and wisdom are like a vast treasure trove—it all comes down to how you use them.
Even a basic technique like the Three Body Techniques can manifest in wildly different ways depending on who wields it.
Like Satori Hyūga's explosive tactics combined with toxins.
Or Naruto Uzumaki's [Sexy Jutsu].
Innovation and creativity are the true keys to victory.
Rigid, traditional training is only good for cannon fodder.
Of course, someone like Minato Namikaze—a genius who could push Ninjutsu to its limits—remained incredibly formidable.
Not long after they left, Kushina exclaimed excitedly.
"Satori Hyūga! You actually defeated Fugaku Uchiha, who's older than us. He just graduated and's already being hailed as a Uchiha prodigy!"
To Kushina, Fugaku was practically untouchable—an untouchable figure she would never dare provoke.
Yet Satori had beaten him.
Sure, the method wasn't exactly honorable—but winning's what matters.
Ninjas don't judge questionable techniques.
Victory or defeat is what really counts.
"Shhh, shhh. It was just a regular sparring match," Satori waved his hand modestly.
He wasn't going to get too arrogant—the Sharingan Fugaku possessed had only one tomoe activated.
Once the second and third tomoe awaken, he wouldn't be so easy to deal with anymore.
The second allows copying techniques and launching preemptive counters.
The third enables powerful Genjutsu capable of plunging opponents into illusions.
These are exactly the kind of abilities that could counter the Hyūga clan's strengths.
While the Gentle Fist Taijutsu is powerful, if someone discovered and copied their techniques, it would expose their secrets.
Of course, replicating the full Gentle Fist was unlikely.
But even a partial replication could significantly increase the threat level.
Genjutsu, in particular, was difficult to guard against, and Satori had limited understanding and experience with it.
However, when the Eight Gates were perfected, and his body became chakra-infused, it could block Genjutsu intrusion.
Satori decided to research further and see if he could skip past the Opening Gate and mimic a similar effect directly.
It seemed his [Feeding-Back Jutsu 2.0] was heading in the direction of fusing body cells with chakra.
As soon as Might Guy entered the village, he immediately drew a crowd.
That bizarre hairstyle, eccentric outfit, and pitch-black skin — nothing about him suggested "normal person."
Thankfully, Satori Hyūga was there to keep Might Guy out of trouble.
After navigating two streets and three alleyways, they finally arrived at a quiet, secluded courtyard.
"Boss, this is my home," Might Guy said enthusiastically. "Why don't you come in for a bit?"
He gazed at his house — it had been three days since he'd last returned — with a wide grin, joy lighting up his eyes.
Inside were his wife and their unborn child.
He wondered if they'd missed him during these few days he'd been away.
Just then, shouting rang out from not far outside the yard.
"Might Guy! You broke-ass punk, where've you been?! You haven't paid this month's rent yet! When are you gonna cough it up?!"
"I mean, seriously! You're a Genin, right? Can't even afford your rent? And always dressing so weird... Like some kind of freak!"
An angry middle-aged woman stomped over and began scolding Might Guy without even greeting him.
"Dear landlady," Might Guy stammered nervously as he quickly bowed deeply toward her, "please give me just a little more time. I'll pay you as soon as I get paid."
Those words sent the middle-aged woman into a rage.
"Landlady?! 'You think I look that old?!'"
"You creep! Calling me 'dear landlady'…!"
She snatched a wooden stick leaning against the wall, looking ready to strike. But before she could take another step, something startled her.
He had approached from behind.
Only when she saw his unmistakable green tracksuit did she recognize him.
Might Guy kept bowing repeatedly, apologizing profusely, intentionally keeping his head low so she couldn't see his face clearly.
But now that she got a good look —
His head and face were covered in strange black tattoos, jet-black skin, and his gleaming white teeth catching the sunlight... Definitely not what anyone would call normal.
"How did you turn out like this?! Fine, your clothes are weird enough, but why do you look different too?!"
"I knew there was something wrong with your head! I should've never rented to you in the first place!"
The woman shuddered, her hand trembling so badly she couldn't hold the stick anymore, which clattered noisily to the ground.
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