Talent Entry Ninja of Konoha

[High God Bloodline (Super God Level): Your bloodline has evolved into that of a High God. Perhaps you should consider forming a family—your children may inherit this supreme lineage!]

[Bloodline Power +100,000%! Additional Effect: High God Bloodline Guidance!]

Shuaa—!

Light burst from Ryosuke's. body as the notification echoed in his mind.

"Ninety-nine tries and it popped out?" He muttered, staring at the latest system prompt with wide eyes.

"Seriously?!"

Ryosuke looked at the talent entry—his third Super God-level and let out a stunned laugh.

Compared to the previous two, which had taken him over 150 attempts each to turn to perfection, this one had arrived in less than a hundred.

"Today's luck is crazy good…" He murmured, rubbing his chin.

Was it just a good day?

Or was something else at play?

Regardless, the outcome was real, and the results were spectacular.

"Let's ride this momentum!"

He immediately slotted in the fourth Super God-level talent entry for refinement. His fingers trembled slightly—not from nerves, but from excitement. With the rhythm he was on today, perfection was within reach.

One… two… ten… fifty…

Over a hundred attempts later—

[Infinite Energy (Super God Level): Your energy reserves are now infinite!]

[Advanced Divine Power Recovery +100,000%!]

"Hah! That's what I'm talking about!"

Ryosuke grinned like a madman.

But something gnawed at the back of his mind.

"Wait a second…"

His eyes narrowed, and he pulled up the character panel again. There it was—the newly refined [Infinite Energy].

A single attribute. Just one.

"Only one stat?" Ryosuke muttered, his voice low.

"Could it be… that its potential goes beyond the normal 100,000% limit?"

He had seen it before—dual-attribute talent entries capped at a 100,000% increase per stat. But this one was pure. Singular. Focused.

In theory, the cap shouldn't apply the same way.

And if that were true...

"Then this baby's got way more room to grow!"

His eyes sparkled with ambition. With renewed determination, Ryosuke began refining again.

Five attempts. Ten. Twenty.

And then—

[Advanced Divine Power Recovery +105,000%!]

"Bingo." He whispered, grinning.

The upper limit was higher!

This wasn't just a powerful stat—it was a potential monster.

"No stopping now."

Driven by the pursuit of perfection, he threw everything he had into refining that single stat.

Again. Again. Again.

Every attempt used up precious EXP, but with his current reserves and today's insane luck, he felt unstoppable.

The number slowly climbed.

110,000%.

120,000%.

135,000%.

Finally, just as his experience dropped below 30,000 points, it happened.

[Advanced Divine Power Recovery +150,000%!]

"Perfect."

Ryosuke leaned back with a deep breath, eyes shimmering with satisfaction.

With this enhancement, even if he were drained of 80% of his divine energy in an instant, he could recover it all in a flash.

That was the kind of regenerative power that defied reason. That was [Infinite Energy].

"This… This is god-tier."

He let out a satisfied chuckle.

A wave of fatigue settled in—not from exhaustion, but from emotional high. Today had been a complete win.

"Four Super God-level talent entries, one of them perfect beyond normal limits," he muttered. "It doesn't get better than this…"

At least, not yet.

Two days later...

The Sunagakure frontlines burned with the aftershocks of Konoha's overwhelming assault. Konoha's army had pushed forward relentlessly, their momentum like a tidal wave.

Sakumo—the legendary White Fang and now Fourth Hokage, led the charge himself, slicing through the enemy forces like a whirlwind of silver.

Not only did he defeat both the Fourth Kazekage and the notorious Chiyo, but he also captured their prized Jinchūriki.

The outcome was decisive.

Demoralized and broken, Sunagakure surrendered unconditionally, offering war reparations to reclaim their One-Tail and Five-Tail.

But the news didn't stop there.

On the Kumogakure front, Konoha's forces delivered another crushing blow.

The Fourth Raikage, alongside his brother Killer Bee—the Eight-Tails Jinchūriki—led a desperate counterattack.

But even they couldn't stand against the terrifying master-student duo of Jiraiya and Minato.

Killer Bee's rapping couldn't save them this time.

Kumogakure retreated and announced a truce—though they flatly refused to pay any compensation.

Still, a win was a win.

With Iwagakure still licking its wounds from the failed Third Raikage gambit and Kirigakure suspiciously silent, the Third Great Ninja War had finally… truly… come to an end.

Negotiations would continue, but large-scale conflict?

Highly unlikely.

The war was over.

Ryosuke, stationed at the Kumogakure front, was among the first to receive word.

And while others celebrated, he remained calm, as always. He had other priorities.

One of them was Mikoto.

A newcomer to the battlefield, Mikoto had seen things she could never unsee.

Death. Destruction. The fragility of life.

Even her composure, strong as it was, had frayed around the edges.

So when the war ended, she approached Ryosuke quietly and asked, "Can we... go to town for a bit? Just walk around?"

Ryosuke nodded without hesitation and said, "Yeah. Let's go."

.....

The town they visited had once been bustling—a major stop for traveling merchants and ninjas alike.

Now?

Half the shops were shuttered. Families had fled. The streets were eerily quiet.

But life, like chakra, always found a way to return.

Mikoto and Ryosuke wandered the quiet streets.

They ate fresh, local food for the first time in days—real food, not ration packs or military cans.

As Mikoto took her first bite, her eyes shimmered.

"I could cry." She murmured.

Ryosuke laughed and asked, "Over food?"

In response, Mikoto pointed to his plate—stacked sky-high with empty dishes.

She retorted, "You ate more than me."

Ryosuke shamelessly said, "I'm a growing boy."

Later that evening, they checked into a quaint little inn run by a middle-aged woman who had refused to abandon her post during the war.

"This inn is all I have." She said with a nostalgic smile. "It's more than a building. It's my home. My family."

Mikoto gently told her the war had ended.

Tears welled in the woman's eyes. She tried to waive their fee, but Ryosuke insisted on paying.

"No need to make life harder on yourself." He said.

"Thank you... really."

That night, the two soaked in the hot spring.

It was enormous and empty—just the two of them under the soft glow of lantern light.

"Ryosuke, can you press my back?" Mikoto asked suddenly.

He blinked and after a moment, he said, "Sure."

As he paddled over, he gave himself a sneaky little pinch.

Not a dream.

Definitely not a dream.

He massaged her back for nearly half an hour before she turned around.

"Your turn."

"Huh?"

"Don't be shy."

She pressed gently into his shoulders, her fingers warm and skilled.

"Relax." She said softly. "You're so tense."

"Hard not to be…"

Later, they returned to their suite.

Technically, it had two bedrooms.

But one was left untouched.

The next morning, Mikoto awoke in Ryosuke's arms.

His eyes were already open, watching her with a soft smile.

"Is there something on my face?" She teased.

"No." He said, brushing her cheek. "But you're prettier than any flower."

She smiled and curled into his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

A quiet moment. Peaceful. Intimate.

Then—

"Ryosuke... do you think Kushina will be angry?"

He looked down and met her worried gaze.

He gently said, "She won't blame you. If anything happens, it'll be on me."

Mikoto nodded.

"Okay…"

She smiled again, resting her head on his chest.

They said nothing more.

There was no need.

Sometimes, silence said everything.