Naruto entry.

Chapter 33 Mikoto: Kiyoshi's muscles are better than Fugaku's.

"The change in my mental state is... in my left eye."

Kiyoshi could sense a surge of pupil power within, just a hair's breadth away from bursting forth.

He didn't put on a shirt, and then began to refine chakra within his body, gathering it and directing it along the meridian pathways of "Lightning Release: Iron Body".

An invisible current spread through Kiyoshi's body.

"call……"

Kiyoshi let out a breath.

This ninjutsu is only a D-rank, so it has had very little effect on his current body, and it will probably have no effect after a while.

We need to acquire more and better ninjutsu.

"Seiji."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

Kiyoshi called out, "They're here."

Then, stepping across the dilapidated courtyard, he opened the door.

"Mikoto-nee, what brings you here?"

Kiyoshi spoke.

Her black hair cascaded down her back, clearly contrasting with her muscular physique.

"Kiyoshi, this is this month's allowance."

Mikoto had a cloth bag hanging on her shoulder. She pulled out a stack of banknotes with the Konoha logo printed on them.

"Kiyoshi, what you've done..."

Just as Mikoto was about to hand the money to Kiyoshi, she was shocked to find that Kiyoshi was shirtless.

This was the first time Mikoto had ever seen such firm and beautiful muscles, and she couldn't help but take a second look.

Fugaku was wounded on the battlefield, and Mikoto had seen him take off his shirt.

None of them are as well-proportioned and attractive as Kiyoshi.

Is this not Ye Yue's talent?

The shape of muscles is largely determined by genetics; for example, no matter how much some people train their muscles, their abdominal muscle lines can never be aligned.

Some people even have eight-pack abs, while others only have six.

Mikoto finally understood why Tsunade had said that Kiyoshi was suited to be a taijutsu ninja.

"Sorry, Mikoto-nee, I was training just now and I was in such a rush that I forgot to put on my clothes."

Mikoto was still a bit taller than Kiyoshi was now. Kiyoshi looked up, his tone apologetic.

"Oh, it's alright, you're just a child."

Mikoto quickly shook her head.

Why should I argue with a child?

She handed the money to Qingsi, telling him to be frugal and not to spend it recklessly.

"Okay, Mikoto-nee."

Qing Si nodded.

This money is essentially for living expenses.

Kiyoshi's daily expenses are covered by this source, with subsidies from Konoha and the Uchiha clan itself.

It's enough for an ordinary person's life, but it's still a bit of a stretch for a ninja.

"I also have an appointment with Fugaku. I'll come see you next time."

Mikoto waved goodbye.

Kiyoshi responded politely, and only closed the door when Mikoto was out of sight.

"It's similar to before; we still need to make money as quickly as possible."

The official counted the amount of paper money and then carefully stored it away.

While it's possible to exploit Yuhiko, it's ultimately not a long-term solution.

Being able to buy a regular katana is the limit.

He sparred with Kakashi once last time, and his blade became dull and needs maintenance.

When you're on a mission and on the battlefield, there won't be any time to give Kiyoshi some maintenance.

"We still need a chakra blade made of a special metal."

Kiyoshi secretly said.

Chakra blades can absorb the chakra nature of their master, and the resistance to chakra transmission is extremely low, making it much easier to achieve results with half the effort.

Kiyoshi then took out the "Lightning Release: Lightning Finger" technique, which he hadn't practiced since entering the sect, to deepen his understanding of Lightning Release ninjutsu.

……

"Mikoto, you've come."

Fugaku, covered in sweat, took off his green ninja vest.

He was just training.

The most important thing for a ninja is to hone their skills; otherwise, they will either fall behind or regress.

"Has the subsidy already been given to Kiyoshi?"

Fugaku asked casually.

"I gave it to him."

Mikoto nodded, then suddenly noticed a hole in the chainmail-like garment on Fugaku's upper body.

Ninjas typically wear a type of protective gear that resembles a fishing net, known as a chainmail or ziplock.

There's a hole in your clothes.

Mikoto pointed to a spot.

Following Mikoto's gaze, Fugaku saw a hole about two centimeters in size, revealing the skin underneath.

"He must have been burned while practicing Fire Release."

Fugaku boldly took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

"What's wrong, Mikoto?"

Fugaku noticed that Mikoto was staring at his body and assumed she was embarrassed.

"No, it's nothing."

Mikoto's delicate, pretty face trembled slightly.

Upon further confirmation, Fugaku's physique was indeed not as aesthetically pleasing as Kiyoshi's.

"I really don't know how a kid can train like that."

Mikoto's secret passage.

Although Fugaku looks taller than Kiyoshi, his overall proportions are not very good.

"yes."

Fugaku smiled and took out a new chainmail from his home and put it on.

He was somewhat confident in his physique, after all, he had fought on the battlefield for many years and experienced a great deal of hardship.

"The rally is about to start, let's go."

The Fugaku Road.

"Um."

Mikoto nodded.

The gatherings held periodically are a must-attend event for Uchiha members who have become "ninjas".

The upper part of the Naga Shrine is where meetings are held during the day, and even Uchiha clan members who are not ninjas can go there.

The secret room below is where the Uchiha clan holds internal meetings. To maintain secrecy, ordinary Uchiha members are not authorized to enter or know about it.

…………

The Hatake family.

As the setting sun hung low in the sky, Kakashi, as usual, hurried home after finishing his training.

But when he opened the door, the air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, as well as a fishy and foul smell.

He frowned, took off his shoes, and said, "Father, I'm back."

However, there was no answer from inside the house.

Kakashi's heart sank slightly as he walked toward his father's room.

Ever since he was criticized by the friend he had saved while out on the street, the father has never left the house again.

As I walked through the living room, I saw several yellowed sheets of paper on the coffee table that my father usually used to entertain guests. They were covered with dense writing, and the ink was not yet completely dry.

Kakashi glanced at them and noticed words like "regret" and "dereliction of duty" in the handwriting, conveying a deep sense of despair.

"Father?"

Kakashi felt uneasy and almost ran to push open the door.

The scene inside the door struck Kakashi like a thunderbolt.

Sakumo Hatake lay on the tatami mat with a sharp dagger embedded in his chest. Blood had already stained his clothes and even seeped into the texture of the tatami.

The bright red liquid congealed into dark stains, emitting a suffocating rusty smell.

Kakashi stood frozen in place, his eyes wide open, as if his brain was unable to process the scene before him.

"Why..." he finally managed to squeeze out in a hoarse voice, staggering towards Sakumo's corpse and kneeling on the ground.

Kakashi's hand trembled as he gently touched his father's cold hand, only to find it already stiff.

The grief of losing his father, the anger at the rules, and the self-blame for his powerlessness all rushed into his heart, almost overwhelming him.