Naruto: Limit Breaker

Chapter 127: Cute Fat Cat

"Lost again, huh?"

Autumn was settling in, and the harsh summer sun had softened into a warm golden light. A gentle breeze rustled the thinning leaves on the branches, whispering through the courtyard.

Ryosuke sat beneath a tree, his back resting comfortably against the trunk, reading a stack of medical reports prepared by the family's healing unit. The day was quiet, peaceful. This kind of life was simple but fulfilling—he was learning something new about Yang Release every single day.

Then came a familiar sound.

"Meow."

A hoarse cry echoed through the courtyard.

A fat gray-and-white cat landed with a lazy thump from the courtyard wall, swaying unsteadily as it walked toward Ryosuke like a drunk who'd lost a bet. Its movements were sluggish, almost comical—except Ryosuke knew better.

The cat was injured.

He spotted several gashes across its thick, furry paws. Fresh, shallow cuts of varying sizes peeked out from beneath tufts of gray fur.

"You sound pretty upset," Ryosuke said, a small laugh escaping his lips as he watched the cat wobble over with purpose. He didn't stop it. In fact, this wasn't the first time.

This tubby little stray had no owner. It had shown up some time ago, limping into Ryosuke's yard after what looked like a brutal scuffle with other strays. Ryosuke had been reading a scroll back then too, and had casually used some basic healing jutsu to patch it up.

Ever since, the cat had treated his courtyard like a personal animal clinic—returning for checkups whenever it got hurt. Ryosuke hadn't minded. He had his hands full with studying Yang Release, and treating a cat once in a while helped him apply what he'd learned.

"Meow…" the cat mewed again, this time with a faintly aggrieved tone, then sat down dutifully beside him, eyes wide and round like amber gemstones.

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh my. You really learned how to game the system, huh?"

He reached out, scooping the cat up with practiced ease. Its fur was soft, thick, and warm against his palms. "You little con artist. Bet you've gotten a ton of food using that face. Look at you—a stray, yet fatter than half the house cats in the village."

The cat purred in response, rubbing against his chest as if in agreement, then let out a giant yawn. Clearly, it felt no need to pretend around him anymore.

Ryosuke chuckled again. "You're kinda like Hinata," he murmured. "All cute and quiet… makes it hard to stay mad."

Still, affection didn't get in the way of duty. He carefully took one of the cat's chubby paws and inspected it. The claws were mostly retracted, but one nail had snapped mid-length. Worse, the jagged edge had punctured the flesh beneath, causing blood to seep from the torn pad.

"That must hurt."

He examined the rest of the paw with a clinical eye. Fortunately, aside from the claw, the rest of the body was in good shape. Internal organs were fine. The injury was limited to the surface.

"Just your claw, huh? Judging from the look of it… you actually won the fight." Ryosuke raised an eyebrow in admiration. "Not bad."

It had to have hurt like hell. But the cat hadn't whimpered once. No dramatics. No writhing. Just a calm, silent determination to get help. That alone set it apart from pampered pets. There was something… wild in it still. Something resilient.

Ryosuke exhaled softly, then held out a finger.

A pale blue glow emerged from his fingertip, condensing into a thin blade of chakra.

This was the Chakra Scalpel—a refined technique born from advanced chakra form manipulation. It was rated A-rank for good reason. Among medics, it was a foundational skill, but for most shinobi, it was something they'd never even attempt to master.

The cat stared up at him with unblinking eyes, seemingly unafraid. Ryosuke softened his voice.

"This might hurt a little. Bear with me, alright?"

"Meow," it responded—low and unsure, but steady.

Its gaze never left his face. It didn't watch his hands. Maybe it trusted him. Or maybe it just didn't care anymore.

Either way, Ryosuke moved fast.

In a swift, precise movement, the scalpel sliced through the cracked claw, severing the embedded piece before the cat could flinch. Blood threatened to pool, but Ryosuke was already shifting his other hand, now glowing with soft green Yang Release chakra.

He pressed his palm gently over the wound.

Warmth flowed from his fingers, coaxing the flesh to knit itself back together. The healing energy soothed and regenerated the torn cells, stopping the bleeding and stimulating tissue regrowth. In moments, the wound sealed up completely.

Even the fur around the paw had begun to regrow, stimulated by the concentrated chakra.

"Perfect trauma surgery," Ryosuke muttered with a note of pride. "Didn't expect to become a part-time vet in this life."

In his past life, he hadn't touched anything close to the medical field. But chakra changed everything. With the right control and foundational knowledge, anyone could perform miracles. He'd memorized the regenerative patterns of cells, the interactions of organs and tissues—all within a week.

He looked down at the sleepy feline, who tilted its head and gently shook its paw. The pain was gone. Its ears perked up in surprise. It meowed again, this time soft, almost thankful.

"You're welcome," Ryosuke said, smiling. He gave its fat belly a few affectionate rubs, earning a soft purr in return.

After a final scratch behind the ears, he gently placed the cat back down and gave it a light pat on the rump. "Go on now. Try not to pick fights you can't walk away from."

The fat cat landed on all fours with unexpected agility, like a leopard in disguise. It leapt to the side, paused—and then doubled back, running up to him once more.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Like it was saying thank you again.

Ryosuke waved it off, still smiling. "Go."

He didn't mind its visits. In fact, he kind of enjoyed them. The fat cat's presence gave a warm touch to his otherwise isolated studies.

But that didn't mean he planned to keep it.

It was still just a regular cat—no chakra, no mutations, no bloodline traits. As cute and clever as it was, it would never become a ninja beast. And Ryosuke didn't have time to raise a pet.

The fat cat glanced back every few steps, its round body swaying with reluctance. When it finally reached the edge of the yard, it paused, casting one last lingering look at Ryosuke before leaping onto the wall using a tree as support. A soft rustle, and it vanished from sight.

"…What a pity."

Ryosuke let out a quiet sigh as he watched the little creature disappear, his gaze wistful. He stood up slowly, brushing dust from his robes. But the melancholy didn't linger long. It was quickly replaced with a sense of satisfaction.

He had, after all, made solid progress.

His understanding of Yang Release had deepened tremendously. He'd already mastered all the medical ninjutsu techniques recorded in the clan's scrolls. In truth, if you had solid chakra control, and understood its nature and form, most ninjutsu—excluding forbidden arts and space-time techniques—could be learned with enough effort.

"Time to move on to the next stage: enhancing physical conditioning and stimulating the body's natural healing capabilities."

Ryosuke gathered the scattered scrolls from the courtyard floor, preparing to return them inside. He had finished the research portion. Now it was time to demonstrate and refine what he'd learned—just like when he studied Yin Release.

Yang Release, the chakra of vitality and life force, allowed the user to bolster physical strength and biological function. It formed the foundation of techniques like the Akimichi clan's Body Expansion Jutsu, the Inuzuka clan's Four Legs Technique, and even the wood-based techniques of the Senju. All bore the signature of Yang Release at their core.

But Ryosuke's interest was in something far more specialized: regenerative healing.

His body, having undergone countless transformations, was already immensely durable—comparable even to the Fourth Raikage's bloodline-strengthened physique. But in terms of healing, he was still within the realm of the ordinary. His sturdy body could endure more, yes, but his wounds didn't heal any faster than the average shinobi.

And that was a problem.

In a prolonged battle, one misstep could leave him crippled. He needed more than just strength—he needed resilience. Real resilience.

His mind drifted to Naruto. When the jinchūriki tapped into Kurama's chakra, the corrosive force tore at his body constantly. And yet, under that same power, his body regenerated faster than it was being damaged. As long as his vital organs weren't completely destroyed, even a hole through the chest could heal within seconds.

That was the kind of healing Ryosuke wanted. Not borrowed from a tailed beast, but his own. A true self-repair system.

He needed to develop that for himself. It would be the key to surviving the toughest battles ahead.

Just as he was about to return indoors and begin refining his next training method, a voice broke through his thoughts.

"I'm back!"

Hinata's bright, cheerful tone echoed from the doorway. Ryosuke blinked, realizing how much time had passed. He glanced toward the horizon.

The sky had already begun to dim. The golden hue of dusk bathed the yard in a warm glow.

Evening already?

Time always flew during training. With no one else home, and only the housekeeper Rika (former Aliang i changed it into Rika because of the suggestion of some readers) calling him for meals, it was easy to lose track of the day. It felt like it had just begun, yet now it was already winding down.

"You look happy. Did everything go well?"

Ryosuke turned, watching as Hinata and Hanabi entered the courtyard hand-in-hand. Behind them trailed Hinata's ever-vigilant bodyguard, Hyūga Kō.

Hinata had taken a break from the academy lately—but unlike Ryosuke, she hadn't spent her days training in isolation. Instead, she'd been busy meeting and lobbying with influential figures within the Hyūga clan, gathering support for her reform plans.

At first, she'd gone alone with just Kō at her side. But after some success, she had even begun bringing Hanabi along.

"More than half of the clan's shinobi have agreed to support the new system!" Hinata declared excitedly, eyes sparkling.

Hanabi, though a bit too young to understand the full scope of her sister's work, smiled brightly. Her sister's happiness was contagious.

Ryosuke grinned. "That's amazing. Winter's almost here. If you can push this through by the next clan assembly, it'll be the first great thing you've done for the family."

Not long after the sisters arrived, Hinata's father, Hiashi, returned home as well. Unlike previous days, when he would often return late, today he was early—just in time for dinner.

But what surprised Ryosuke was that Hiashi didn't come alone.

Walking beside him were two more figures—familiar, yet long unseen.

Hyūga Hizashi and his son, Hyūga Neji.

Hiashi raised a hand in greeting as he approached the group in the courtyard. He turned to Hanabi and spoke gently, "Hanabi, come here. This is your Uncle Hizashi. And this boy here—he's your cousin. His name is Neji."

Neji offered a polite bow, his tone reserved but respectful. "Lady Hinata. Lord Ryosuke."

"You can drop the formalities," Hiashi said, his expression softening into a rare smile. It wasn't that he was cold or dismissive—he simply wasn't used to expressing warmth in front of others.

Hanabi, however, stood frozen. She looked at the three new arrivals—two men with near-identical faces, and a boy who bore the features of both—her mind struggling to process the sudden revelation.

Ryosuke leaned down slightly, speaking to her with a smile. "Go on, Hanabi. Call him 'big brother.'"

"No…" Neji muttered, a flicker of panic crossing his face.

He hadn't flinched at Hiashi's suggestion. But Ryosuke's words clearly caught him off guard.

Just as he opened his mouth to protest, Ryosuke cut him off gently.

"Neji, I'm sure you're already aware of what Hinata's trying to accomplish. If we succeed, then the old lines between main and branch families will mean nothing. We'll all be one clan—united. There won't be superiority, only responsibility."

Ryosuke's voice was calm but firm. "You're older than me. You're Hiashi-sama's nephew. It's only natural I call you 'Big Brother.'"

Hiashi hadn't said much. But from his expression—and from the fact that he brought Hizashi and Neji home—Ryosuke understood: the brothers had reconciled.

To change the Hyūga clan's future, to eliminate the curse of the Caged Bird Seal, a unified front was needed. The elders of the main family alone couldn't make such sweeping changes. The branch family's support was essential—and with Hizashi stepping forward, it meant a bridge was finally being built.

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