#2 - Muscle memory terms
She wanted to share some of Fugaku's burdens.
Mikoto was dressed in a ninja outfit, with a green vest over it, and black pants that outlined her rounded thighs as she stood up.
The shadows under the dim light accentuated Mikoto's facial features, making them appear more defined.
When Fugaku saw it was Mikoto, he immediately said gently:
"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."
There were mutual feelings between the two, only a matter of time before they broke through the final barrier.
In Fugaku's view, it was only a matter of time.
...
Qing Si hadn't walked far when he heard someone calling his name.
When he turned around, he saw a gentle-looking woman.
"Lady Mikoto."
Qing Si said.
Despite Mikoto's usual appearance as a housewife, the official databook, "Book of Formation," clearly stated that she was a retired Jonin.
And a Jonin was already at the upper echelons of the ninja hierarchy.
"Tsunade, one of the Sannin, will be here soon. Let me take you back to your room first."
Mikoto suggested.
"Okay."
Qing Si nodded, silently following behind Mikoto, half a step behind.
He had been with the Uchiha clan for a month and already knew where his room was.
But Mikoto offered to lead the way for him.
The two walked for a while, passing a corner.
Mikoto suddenly said:
"The Sharingan is a rare bloodline limit. I'm afraid people in the Land of Lightning found it strange, and you received a lot of unusual looks, Qing Si."
She turned her head slightly, lowered her head, and looked at Qing Si, who was shorter than her.
Before Qing Si could say anything, Mikoto gave a gentle smile and said:
"Also, you don't have to call me 'Lady.' It sounds too distant. You can call me 'Sister.' If you feel wronged, you can come to me and confide in me."
Mikoto's words were full of concern for Qing Si.
"Mikoto... Sister Mikoto, you're so kind. It's been a long time since someone cared about me."
Qing Si said, touched.
He paused, seemed to think about something, and added:
"But, no one else has seen my scarlet eyes, so no one has done anything to me."
[The Art of Speaking (White)] was still activated.
The words Qing Si spoke carried sincerity.
But his heart was extremely calm.
Even at this time, she didn't forget to test him.
Mikoto was a housewife after retirement, but now she was a full-fledged Jonin.
And ninjas were never a "righteous profession."
Besides the superficial adventures, there was more darkness hidden beneath the surface.
Poisoning, espionage, assassination... these were the unchanging main themes.
"Is that so? That's great."
Mikoto smiled.
Children of a few years old were most likely to reveal information subconsciously.
It seemed that Qing Si was very likely a pure person.
Mikoto felt a little relieved, but she always maintained a vigilance. The specifics would depend on long-term observation.
The two continued walking and soon arrived at Qing Si's room.
"Wait a little longer. They should be here soon."
"Okay."
Qing Si waited in the room, while Mikoto went out.
"Next, I need to find a way to improve my strength."
He wouldn't have many more days of peace.
The Third Shinobi World War was about to break out.
Konoha would even be invaded to the Kikyō Mountain near the entrance, not far from the village.
The Cloud Ninja side might be a good breakthrough point.
After they realized they had missed out on the Uchiha bloodline, they sent a spy to "accidentally" meet Qing Si.
Qing Si didn't choose to report it.
In Konoha, where the class was already solidified, the Cloud Ninja's overtures could help him plan for more benefits.
After pondering for a while, Qing Si immediately closed his eyes and began to practice refining chakra.
A panel appeared in front of him.
[Trait: Muscle Memory (White)].
[Requirements: Repeat a tedious training to establish a subconscious habit.]
[Progress: 99%.]
[Effect: After repeating a large number of movements, your muscles have gradually changed, becoming accustomed to these movements. These movements can be used reflexively without thinking.
Your muscle memory is 10% higher than ordinary people.
Currently, incorrect muscle memory cannot be erased.]
[Note: Subsequent advancements are possible.]
This was the trait that Qing Si was about to obtain.
Qing Si looked at the words on the translucent panel. If he continued, he could obtain this trait within three days.
After entering Konoha, he had been constantly refining chakra every day.
This was an ability with enormous potential.
As long as he possessed this trait, Qing Si would learn anything faster than ordinary people.
Currently, [Muscle Memory (White)] couldn't erase incorrect movements, requiring Qing Si to correct them.
Since it specifically pointed out "Currently, incorrect muscle memory cannot be erased," then after future advancements, it might be passively corrected.
And now muscle memory was 10% higher than ordinary people, and this value might be even higher in the future.
Reaching the point where the body could permanently remember something after only memorizing it once.
Half an hour later.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Qing Si."
Mikoto, who had left not long ago, entered again.
Behind her were two female ninjas.
The leader was a voluptuous woman with long golden hair tied behind her head and a rhombus-shaped mark on her forehead.
With just one glance, Qing Si recognized who it was.
106 centimeters.
This was the magnificence that only Tsunade possessed.
One of the legendary Sannin.
The second female ninja, who was following behind Tsunade, had short black hair and looked like a quiet girl.
Shizune.
The little follower who often followed Tsunade.
Qing Si calmly analyzed the information.
It was already after the Second Shinobi World War. Tsunade had lost her lover, Katō Dan, and suffered from hemophobia.
Therefore, she took special care of Katō Dan's niece, Shizune.
"This is Tsunade, and this is Shizune."
Mikoto introduced Qing Si one by one.
"Hello."
Qing Si's tone was humble, even when facing Shizune, who was a little younger than him, he had the same attitude.
"Hurry up and show me your Sharingan."
Unlike Tsunade's pretty face, the words she spat out were impatient.
She was clearly unwilling to come to the Uchiha here.
Hearing this, Qing Si closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his left eye turned scarlet, and a tomoe emerged from it, slowly rotating.
His right eye was pitch black, like an ordinary person's eyeball.
"It's indeed quite strange."
Tsunade's fingers, painted with red nail polish, pressed on Qing Si's eyelids, pulling them wider.
Being close, Qing Si could still smell the fragrance on Tsunade's body.
After about five minutes, Tsunade retracted her hand.
"Is there any change?"
"I feel my physical fitness is getting stronger."
"Anything else?"
Tsunade stared at Qing Si.
Her great-grandfather was an Uchiha research master, who researched a lot of information. Tsunade knew a little.
These Uchihas, as soon as they awakened their eyes, would have a great change in temperament.
Qing Si was half-changed?
"Nothing else."
Qing Si said sincerely.
Afterwards, Tsunade continued to check something on Qing Si's body. Qing Si didn't understand medical ninjutsu and could only let Tsunade touch and look around.
Following behind Tsunade, Shizune, who had been silent all this time, secretly sized up Qing Si out of the corner of her eye.
