Chapter 3 Basic Physical Skills

In the blink of an eye, a morning passed.

In general, the courses of the Ninja School teach theoretical knowledge in the morning and practice in the afternoon.

Thanks to the thinking of adults and the memory of his previous life, Qingming barely caught up with the theoretical class in the morning.

As for the practical class in the afternoon,

as long as the three-body technique is not tested, you can get away with it.

And the three-body technique

according to the memory of his previous life, it is tested about once a week, and the rest of the time is spent on teaching fighting knowledge and the use of ninja tools.

The last test was three days ago, so there is no need to worry about being exposed for the time being.

As for the next time.

Four days is enough for him to get started with the clone technique.

With it as a foundation, there is no need to worry about the assessment.

Time flies and it is already afternoon.

On the playground.

Shanmu Yiteng looked at the more than 30 students below and said solemnly: "Next, I will divide you into groups, and then you will fight each other. You must not stop until I call for a stop. Even if you lose, you must get up and continue fighting. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, the students below immediately became noisy.

Nothing else, when they fought in the past, they came in groups, and Shanmu Yiteng would watch over them, and comment and analyze at the same time.

And now, not only do they have to fight at the same time, but they are not allowed to retreat. This has never happened before.

Qingming didn't know what others thought, he saw the urgency in it.

Yes, it was urgent.

In theory, this form of fighting should be carried out at least in the fifth or even sixth grade. Now they are asked to undergo such training, which is obviously bringing the course forward.

Combined with the current situation in the ninja world, it is not difficult to guess that the school is planning to let them graduate early.

However, this is also normal.

In peacetime, there is nothing wrong with the six-year system, but in wartime, the front line is in urgent need of manpower, so the time in school will naturally be shortened.

‘If I remember correctly, Konoha’s annual graduation exam is from October 7th to 10th.’

Three days later, the school will send the exam results to the top management, and after being approved by the Hokage himself, it will be officially registered on October 15th.

And today is September 3rd!

In other words, he will be forced to graduate in about a month at the earliest.

This made Qingming feel a sense of urgency.

“Quiet!”

Sugimu Ichiteng’s voice came from above, and immediately suppressed everyone to not dare to say more.

“Next, I will read the name of the person who will come out. Hanada Inumichi.”

Hearing the voice, a sturdy student walked out.

“Hirai Matsu.”

Another student walked out.

Sugimu Ichiteng looked at the two and said, “You two will form a group.”

“Yes, teacher!”

Hanada Inumichi and Hirai Matsu stood together and responded at the same time.

“Yeah.”

Sugimu Ichiteng nodded and continued to call out: “Yamano Hana, Aoki Ryuko.”

As he spoke one after another, the whole class was quickly divided into more than a dozen groups.

Qingming was no exception. He was grouped with a civilian ninja named Morimu Zhe, who was not bad in qualifications and was as strong as his predecessor.

But that was his predecessor. Qingming now had no confidence in defeating him.

Although the opponent was just a kid of about ten years old, Qingming couldn't catch up with him in terms of combat experience.

After all, the school in his previous life didn't teach him how to fight.

Fortunately, the psychological quality of an adult still allowed him to remain calm.

Soon, Sugimu Yiteng's voice came again: "Remember, no weapons are allowed in the next battle."

Hearing this, Qingming breathed a sigh of relief. Although the kunai used for training was not sharpened, it would not be good to be hit in the vitals.

It just so happened that he needed to accumulate experience, and it was better to suffer less. He was not a masochist.

That's right, Qingming was ready to be beaten.

‘Now I just hope this beating is not in vain.’

Thinking this way, Qingming opened the panel and took a glance. If he guessed correctly, after today, he would have another skill on his panel.

“Ready~, make the seal of opposition!”

Shanmu Yiteng’s voice came.

Qingming and Senmu Zhe raised their right hands at the same time and made the seal of opposition.

“Begin!”

Shanmu Yiteng fell, and Senmu Zhe rushed out, hitting Qingming’s face with his right fist.

Facing this swift attack, even though Qingming had been mentally prepared, he was still caught off guard.

However, I don’t know if it was the influence of the previous life’s memory or the muscle memory of the body. At the critical moment, he actually reacted and sidestepped the attack.

Not only that, almost at the moment of dodging, he instinctively attacked and punched Senmu Zhe’s side face.

Bang~

Senmu Zhe raised his right arm and blocked the attack.

At the moment when the two passed each other, Mori Muzhe used his left foot as the center, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, twisted his body 90 degrees, and swept his right leg towards Qingming's head.

'Fuck, a little brat, so cruel'

Feeling the strong wind blowing by his ears, Qingming complained wildly in his heart.

However, he also knew that this was the battle of ninjas, not only cruel to themselves, but also cruel to the enemy, and the process of fighting was dancing on the edge of a knife.

Now it is just the adaptation stage. When Sugimu Yiteng allows them to use weapons, it will be more dangerous.

If he wants to survive in this chaotic world, he must adapt to it as soon as possible, otherwise, even if he has a proficiency panel, he will only be a waste in the end.

With this thought, Qingming no longer thinks about it, and instead focuses all his attention on the memory in his mind and the current battle, absorbing the legacy of his predecessor at the fastest speed.

Time passes by, and the battle on the playground has never stopped, and from time to time someone wails because of injuries.

However, no matter how miserable they scream, Shanmu Yiteng did not call for a stop.

During this period, Qingming was also knocked down many times.

Although he has the memory of his predecessor and can deal with Sen Muzhe in a short time, his moves are too stiff and he was soon caught.

So, he suffered.

I don’t know if Sen Muzhe has a grudge against his predecessor, or what, he was so cruel that when school was over, bruises were all over Qingming’s body.

“Hiss~”

Rubbing his blue eyes, walking on the street, Qingming did not have much resentment in his heart, on the contrary, he wanted to thank him.

There was no other reason. At this time, a skill—Basic Taijutsu—appeared on his panel.

"Panel!"

Qingming opened the panel with a thought.

Immediately, a light blue light screen appeared in his vision:

[Name: Uchiha Qingming

Age: 10

Physique: 5

Spirit: 7

Chakra: 6 (127)

Bloodline: Sharingan·Unawakened (51/100)

Skills: Chakra Refining Technique: lv0 (2/100)

Clone Technique: lv0 (19/100)

Basic Taijutsu: lv0 (35/100)]

It can be seen that after only one battle, his "Basic Taijutsu" reached lv0 (35/100), directly surpassing the "Clone Technique" and becoming the skill with the fastest fusion progress.

According to Qingming's estimation, the skill level of his predecessor was at the initial level 1.

In other words, as long as such battles are carried out two or three more times, he can completely integrate everything about this skill of his predecessor.

And the progress was only possible thanks to Mori Muzhe's ruthless actions, which forced him to deal with it with all his strength.

In this case, how could he possibly resent the other party?