This is my ninja journey

There were simply too many hardworking people in this world. Even if you practiced a few hours more than others every day, it was impossible to widen the gap too much. Unless you specialized in one path, there might be a small probability of undergoing a complete transformation.

But specializing in one path meant that it was easy to be countered. Just like the Eight Gates Released Formation, which was devastating when all eight gates were open, if the enemy had some secret technique to hide for half an hour, wouldn't they end up dying[frustrated/wronged]?

Therefore, if you wanted to do well in the ninja world, in addition to hard work, there were two bonus items: one was talent, and the other was inheritance. Otonashi's innate chakra control ability was really not enough in front of the various cheats of his fellow transmigrators. His talent and inheritance were not exaggeratedly good either. But if he used his continuous efforts to integrate the three, it would be different.

He firmly believed that learning would always lead to qualitative change!

"Lord Yashamaru, this guy is strange!" The three Suna ninjas who rushed over were not fools. They could tell at a glance that Otonashi had used some kind of secret technique.

In the middle was a handsome special Jonin. As the brother-in-law of the Fourth Kazekage, he was undoubtedly knowledgeable, but the secret techniques of the lightning attribute were generally used by Kumo Hidden Village.

"Maki, keep your distance."

"Yes!" The Chunin quickly stopped and formed seals at the same time.

Wind Style. Wind Cutter!

The invisible blade instantly cut a three-inch groove in the ground and whistled away. Then Otonashi moved.

His muscles were roaring. From stillness to high speed was only a moment's interval. As soon as the wind cutter passed, the boy bit his sword and moved forward. With his speed increased several times, he almost instantly arrived in front of Maki.

"So fast!"

He subconsciously retreated, and his companion holding a ninja sword had already covered him in front. But Otonashi jumped to the side, with slender steel needles between his fingers. The chakra poured in along his fingers instantly turned the steel needles blue.

Lightning Needle!

Puff puff puff--

Under the stimulation of the lightning body, the speed of the steel needles was more than doubled. They were also slender and difficult to block. The Suna ninja felt pain and wanted to retreat, but the numbness that came with the pain made him a step slower.

However, in battle, being one step slower determined life and death!

Puff!

The blade slashed into his shoulder, staining the bright blade red.

Already a lightning body, it's a blood-stained blade, the name of the ninjutsu is fully displayed.

Otonashi twisted the long sword and smoothly cut off a good head. Before the headless body fell, the cutting airflow from behind tore it to pieces.

"Be careful, he's not dead yet!" Yashamaru, who had just used a B-rank ninjutsu, quickly retreated. He saw blood mixed with minced meat flying in front of him, and a person suddenly emerged from under his feet.

Swish--

The blade, still stained with blood, cut through the yellow sand. The lightning-attribute chakra infused in the metal blade even turned the sand and gravel black. In an instant, Yashamaru used a low-level wind style to push himself back several meters, and his vest was already blackened.

"My chakra can only be released ten centimeters?" The sword in Otonashi's hand had only residual electricity left, and his muscles began to feel sore and numb. Seeing that the Suna ninjas attacking him had increased to five, he decided to make a quick decision.

The Suna ninjas who dared to participate in the war were all experienced and ruthless characters. The tactic against taijutsu-type ninjas was extremely simple: keep a distance and use various auxiliary ninjutsu to slow them down until their stamina was exhausted. However, they encountered a greedy ghost who wanted both ninjutsu and taijutsu.

Bang!!

The newly risen earth flow wall was pierced from the middle. Yashamaru was stunned to see his subordinate flying up with a kodachi inserted in his chest. Before he could retreat, the ground sank like quicksand, trapping his legs.

"Not good!"

Sand Flow Technique, a commonly used ninjutsu to trap enemies in a large area. And a moment's delay was fatal to a taijutsu ninja.

Charge in!!

His twelve-year-old body was far from mature. Otonashi ignored the soreness of his muscles and ran forward. Facing the oncoming kunai and shurikens, he crossed his hands in front of him. He groaned, his own blood splattered on the side of his face. He heavily stomped on the edge of the quicksand with both feet, and his whole body drilled in.

Kill!!!

He headbutted the chest of the Suna ninja at the forefront, letting the kunai in his hand stab him in the back. As he leaned back, he bent his body like a fish swaying, clamped his legs around his head, and then used the strength of his waist and abdomen to ride on his head. Ignoring his struggle, he twisted his legs heavily.

Crack.

A soft sound. Otonashi fell down with the corpse with a broken cervical vertebra, and by the way, he used the corpse to block the series of hidden weapons.

The close combat made the blood boil. The electric current stimulated the heart and made the body show surging power. He concentrated on controlling the chakra. The so-called one point more is suicide, and one point less is useless. He already felt the softness of the quicksand on his back. He formed a short seal with both hands and quickly placed them behind his back.

Wind Style. Gale Palm!

A real ejection takeoff. The recoil instantly made Otonashi's body fly up. Not only did he dodge the Great Fireball, but he also touched the kodachi inserted in the chest of the corpse in front of him.

Draw the sword! Lean forward! Slash horizontally!

The movements were done in one go, but what was left were two thighs. The Suna ninja was screaming, and he was kicked away by Otonashi in the air, just in time to be cut in half by the wind cutter.

"What kind of technique is this!?" Yashamaru, who had just created a friendly fire encirclement, shrank his pupils sharply. The Sand Flow Technique had already ended, but he couldn't move his legs.

Ninjutsu? Taijutsu? Brain? All wrong! This boy was like a killing machine, combining all his skills and then creating an effect where one plus one was greater than two.

"Yashamaru, retreat quickly!" The Jonin had already given up on besieging Hyuga Hinata with his subordinates. As an ordinary Jonin, he was already struggling against someone with a family secret. Seeing Otonashi rushing over like a wolf, he even held his breath.

Even if he had to retreat, he had to kill this rising star of Konoha, otherwise it would be endless trouble if he grew up.

He was already determined to die. Seeing that Otonashi had killed another person, he quickly kicked Yashamaru away and blocked his head with kunai in both hands.

Clang--

The long sword and the kunai bloomed a spark. He raised his foot and kicked straight, but Otonashi dodged it by twisting his body. The two sides crossed like a dance, but Otonashi stabbed back like a seppuku, and the Jonin activated the genjutsu he had painstakingly practiced for a long time.

Mirage!

This was the best way to decide the outcome when exhausted. No matter how talented this boy was, no matter how hard he practiced, it was absolutely impossible for him to be comprehensive. Now he should...

His suddenly widened pupils reflected a pair of blood-red eyes, in which two black tomoe were slowly rotating. In an instant, endless yellow sand engulfed him, and the touch, vision, and everything were as real.

Genjutsu! A genjutsu that could confuse a Jonin, and even faster than him!

"Sharingan..."

Puff!

The blade stabbed into his chest without hesitation. The pain brought him back to reality from the illusion. He saw two people in front of him. The black-haired boy in the distance was staring at him, and the long sword of the white-haired boy in front of him had penetrated his chest.

Blood flowed down the blade and fell on the sand. The Jonin opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but the white-haired boy twisted the hilt and injected chakra into his body, making his heart stop suddenly, instantly cutting off all vitality.

"Sorry, I don't like nonsense." Otonashi drew out his sword. This was a ruthless character, much stronger than an ordinary Jonin!

He glanced at the corpse again, then turned his head and looked around. He saw Shizune kneeling on the ground and panting, and Shisui with several kunai stuck in his body, and finally stopped on his strange eyes.

"Congratulations, you have successfully awakened your eyes."

Shisui was silent. He slowly raised his hand and touched his slightly swollen eyes, and asked hesitantly, "Was that your self-created ninjutsu?"

The genius who awakened his eyes at the age of seven was not too excited, because Otonashi, who had killed ten people, diluted his excitement.

Otonashi glanced at the other side. Hyuga Hinata had already taken a long breath and stood up. There were dozens of corpses around him, all of them intact but dead.

He shook his sword and put it back into the scabbard. He smiled and replied.

"No, this is a killing technique."