Naruto: I Am Uzumaki Naruto!?

I clenched my fist and looked down at the worn wooden table in front of me. With a casual motion, I placed my hand on its surface.

Crack.

A crisp snapping sound echoed as a corner of the table broke off effortlessly.

I stared at the splintered wood in my hand, a slow grin spreading across my face.

"Well, would you look at that?"

Sure, it was just a rickety old table, but the fact that I could break it so easily meant my strength had increased significantly.

"This training is seriously something else..."

Physical training through the system wasn't a Bloodline Limit, but the effects were undeniable.

I flexed my fingers, feeling the faint ache of muscle growth, and without hesitation, I reached for the container in my mind.

"Let's do another one!"

With 13,000 ryo still in hand, I could afford to splurge a little.

Another wave of memories surged into my mind.

This time, the training was even more brutal.

Two thousand push-ups.

Two thousand sit-ups.

Two thousand pull-ups.

Fifty laps around Konoha.

I clenched my teeth as the memories flooded in. Every muscle in my body burned, every joint screamed. Even if it was just mental playback, I could feel the intensity.

When the flood of information finally settled, I opened my eyes and exhaled.

I was about to continue when something in the system caught my eye.

[Exclusive Guest: Uzumaki Naruto]

[Balance: 3,230 ryo]

Wait... what?

I frowned.

"The second training cost me 10,000 ryo?"

I reached into my pouch and counted my remaining money.

Sure enough, my balance had taken a serious hit. The system wasn't joking around with its pricing.

I looked at the container again.

[Physical Training Mode: 50,000 ryo]

My eye twitched.

"The price increase is insane... I need to find a way to make money."

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I wandered through the streets of Konoha, scanning the shops for any opportunity.

Weapon shop? That was Tenten's family store, and they weren't hiring.

BBQ shop? Owned by Choji's relatives. Last time I ate there, they served me half-rotten meat. Pass.

Ichiraku Ramen? No openings. Besides, I'd rather eat than work there.

Convenience store? They once sold me a bento full of dust. Nope.

I was just about to give up when a loud, angry voice caught my attention.

"Damn you, Uzumaki Naruto!"

I turned, only to see a towering middle-aged woman storming out of an izakaya, broom in hand.

Behind her, a sniffling kid peered out from the doorway.

"You little brat!" The woman pointed at me furiously. "What did you do to my son?"

Oh.

So she was his mother.

The pieces clicked together instantly.

Her kid—one of those little bullies who had harassed Hinata—was now crying his eyes out.

Good.

I folded my arms, expression neutral. "I won't apologize. He bullied Hinata, so I taught him a lesson."

The woman's face twisted in fury.

"Why you—!" She swung the broom at me.

A murmur rippled through the gathering crowd.

"He deserves it!" someone sneered.

"That brat's always causing trouble."

"Teach him a lesson before he gets worse!"

I used to take these hits without fighting back. After all, I wasn't strong enough to resist adults.

But now?

Now I was strong.

I smirked and caught the broom mid-swing.

Snap!

The woman gasped as I wrenched the stick from her hands.

"You little—!"

I let go.

She stumbled backward and landed hard on the ground.

"AHHH!" she shrieked, clutching her backside. "You monster! You did that on purpose!"

I laughed under my breath. Now you're playing the victim?

I turned away, but before leaving, I flicked my fingers.

A tiny spark flared to life at my fingertips.

Scorch Style: Ember Spark.

The ember flickered, weightless, as it landed in a cup of sake inside the izakaya.

And then—

FOOM!

Flames erupted, hungrily devouring the alcohol-soaked interior.

The woman's shrill scream filled the air.

"AHH! HELP! MY SHOP!"

I strolled away as the chaos unfolded behind me.

Repay kindness with kindness.

Repay malice with flames.

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