Silence returned, but it was no longer the same. It was no longer empty. It was charged, as if the world around Takeshi was holding its breath, attentive, curious about what he would become.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, his body still glowing faintly from within, Takeshi closed his eyes. His breathing slowed. He entered meditation.
He knew that this Body of the Supreme Avatar could evolve.
And if there was one rule he had learned from all the games he'd played, it was that farming was the key.
Repeat. Forge. Stimulate. Again and again.
"Energy follows will."
A mantra, simple but true.
So he focused his will.
Hours passed like seconds. Chakra flowed through his body with a smoothness he had never experienced before. Each inhale slightly expanded his aura, each exhale stabilized it. Slowly, he began to feel the changes:
— His meridians were widening.
— His mind became sharper, more focused.
— His perception grew keener, catching even the slightest movements of energy around him.
[SYSTEM] — Continuous meditation detected.
Experience gained for the skill: Body of the Supreme Avatar.
+2% to next level.
Note: The more intense the effort, the faster the evolution.
The night vanished without warning. When he opened his eyes, the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains. He hadn't slept. Yet he felt more awake than ever.
But the euphoria lasted only a moment. The day ahead was already packed.
While he continued increasing his chakra reserves through meditation, Takeshi concluded that he should also focus on his weapon skills—specifically, kenjutsu.
Being part of the Sarutobi clan, he had a foundation in bojutsu, the staff technique once used by the Third Hokage. But personally, Takeshi found kenjutsu far more useful—a more lethal art. After all, on the battlefield, only a dead enemy posed no threat.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned the shop and purchased the Kenjutsu skill.
[Kenjutsu]: Refers to techniques involving the use of swords. Kenjutsu can be combined with taijutsu, ninjutsu, chakra flow, and even genjutsu to produce more devastating techniques.
Cost: 100 Merit Points
[SYSTEM] — Does the host wish to purchase this skill?
Yes / No
After reading the description, Takeshi concluded he had made a good deal and tapped Yes. 100 points disappeared, leaving him with 100 remaining.
Seeing this, he cursed himself internally for not giving that woman more orgasms. He wanted to go find her and continue right away, but nothing could be done. He had to be patient.
Suddenly, a surge of information flooded his brain. The scene was completely surreal. He now had the basics of this iconic art.
"Now all that's left is to train," he murmured before finally rising from his seated position.
According to the memories of this body, he had just completed a mission and had a week off. He planned to use it to train and possibly farm some more merit points. After all, there was no shortage of women craving release.
A few hours had passed since dawn. The sun now stood high in the sky, its warm rays filtering through branches and spilling in golden sheets across the rooftops of the Sarutobi compound.
A gentle morning breeze carried earthy scents—bark, damp soil, and life. The soft chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves… everything still felt wrapped in the calm of early morning.
Takeshi took a deep breath.
The air was pure, fresh, invigorating—like it had been filtered by the forest itself before slipping into his lungs.
Each breath cleansed him from within. He felt grounded. Alive.
He walked slowly, nodding at a few elders of the clan from afar. All wore traditional robes, hands folded behind their backs, watching the youth with eyes full of memories.
Children were training in a courtyard under the watchful gaze of a jōnin, throwing shuriken at marked stumps. An atmosphere of discipline reigned, blended with the familiar warmth characteristic of the Sarutobi: loyalty, inner fire, and legacy.
But Takeshi did not stop.
He ventured deeper into the compound, where paths were less traveled, until he reached a secluded clearing, bordered by gnarled pines and moss-covered stones.
He knew this place well.
This was where he used to come to sleep.
To think.
Sometimes to hide from training.
But today, he was no longer that boy.
He was the Host of the System. The bearer of the Body of the Supreme Avatar.
And it was time to be worthy of it.
He closed his eyes. Moved to the center.
Arms slightly spread. Feet firmly grounded.
Then he took a slow breath.
He recalled the demonstrations of techniques he had seen—martial movements blended with deep breathing, posture fluid yet taut like a bowstring.
He tried to replicate them.
First attempt.
Too stiff.
"Damn…"
The system could provide the theory, but the practice was entirely his responsibility.
Second attempt.
He lowered his center of gravity, guided his breathing through his abdomen. Channeled again.
A flow this time—but unstable. His arm trembled. The ground beneath him cracked slightly, a sign of poorly controlled energy release.
"I can see the movement, but executing it is still difficult."
Sweat beaded on his forehead.
He clenched his teeth.
Again.
And again.
He repeated.
Each motion sharpened his awareness.
Each failure brought his body closer to harmony.
Over two hours had already passed, yet Takeshi continued with the same movement, without stopping. Through sheer repetition, he would eventually reach his goal—it was only a matter of perseverance.