The next morning, Ryosuke slowly opened his eyes in bed, stretching out his sore limbs.
The pain was gone.
He really had been beaten black and blue yesterday.
Didn't expect to recover this fast.
Honestly, injuries like that shouldn't have healed so quickly.
It was partly thanks to his improved constitution—and partly the Uchiha-exclusive medicinal liquor.
After all, the Uchiha were a major clan. Their medicine wasn't some cheap drugstore junk.
After a quick wash-up, he sat in the living room to clear his head. Then he got ready to go find Might Guy—for another lovely beatdown.
He even looked a little eager.
Just then, a small figure ran into the room.
"Ryosuke-nii, I heard you got wrecked yesterday! I brought you some fruit!"
The girl plopped down next to him and set a fruit basket on the short table.
Ryosuke saw it was petite Uchiha Izumi.
He raised an eyebrow.
"You don't have school today?"
"Visiting me is sweet and all, but don't slack on your studies."
Izumi pouted.
"Ryosuke-nii, it's the weekend. Ninja school's off."
Ryosuke looked at her and immediately melted.
What a cute, sweet, petite little beauty-in-the-making.
It'd be a damn shame if someone like her died.
He couldn't resist—he reached out and pinched her cheeks.
Izumi was stunned for a second, didn't even dodge.
Her cheeks were gently squeezed, and her face flushed bright red.
Ryosuke-nii, what are you doing? That's not how a lady should be treated...
But somehow\... it felt kinda nice.
Ryosuke, meanwhile, was admiring her cuteness.
That reminded him of another cutie—Hinata from the Hyuga clan. She was small and shy as a kid, then boom—mega curves as an adult.
Cute or busty—which was better? Hard to say.
If only he could have both...
Maybe his mission after crossing over was to save these innocent girls.
He needed to get stronger, fast. Letting such beauties die would be a loss to all of shinobi-kind.
After a while, Izumi started to feel her cheeks ache a bit and said:
"Ryosuke-nii, you're so mean. I'll leave the fruit here."
"Make sure you eat well. I'm heading out."
"Take care of yourself, okay?"
Watching her leave, Ryosuke felt a little reluctant.
Petite, sweet, and already showing housewife vibes since childhood.
He grabbed a fruit from the basket and bit into it.
Even washed—still had water droplets. What a thoughtful girl.
He was starting to like her more and more.
Later, Ryosuke hit up his go-to ramen spot for breakfast.
No need to worry about food safety here—clean and reliable.
Cooking for himself? Ugh, way too much effort.
He slurped it down fast, refueled his energy, then headed into the village to look for Guy again.
Finally, he found Might Guy near the village outskirts.
Guy was running laps with Lee.
He spotted Ryosuke and came to a stop.
This guy had made a real impression yesterday.
"Looks like you've healed pretty well. Bruises are almost gone."
Ryosuke smiled. It was partly due to his body's healing, partly thanks to Uchiha-grade medicine.
"Yeah, our clan's medicine helped a lot."
"What are you two up to?"
Guy replied, "Planning to run twenty laps around the village."
"By the way, your medicine's great. Can you sell me some?"
"Lee and I are pure taijutsu types—we rely on physical training to grow stronger."
"But it puts a lot of strain on our bodies. We even get internal injuries sometimes. That stuff of yours would help us recover faster."
For a hardworking trainee like Lee, that kind of medicine would be a game-changer.
Normally, Guy wouldn't think of buying from an Uchiha—this stuff had to be expensive.
But Ryosuke felt different.
Ryosuke immediately agreed.
"No problem. I can give you some. If you want a lot, I'll have to ask my grandpa."
He was already gaining stats just from Guy—building this bond could eventually lead to learning the Eight Gates.
Medicine was a small price to pay.
Guy was genuinely pleased.
"Don't give it for free. It's too valuable. Let me buy it."
"I've got some savings as a ninja, and Lee and I will need a good amount."
They trained taijutsu daily. If they stopped, their progress would stall.
Taijutsu required consistency.
Ryosuke nodded.
"Alright. I'll ask my grandpa. If we've got plenty, I'll sell some to you."
"Also… can I join your training today?"
If getting beaten boosted his stats, maybe training to exhaustion could, too?
They were running today—he couldn't exactly ask for a spar right off the bat.
Guy and Lee both looked surprised.
Very few ninjas in the village trained like this.
Plus, they were usually the targets of ridicule.
Guy said cautiously:
"You sure? Running with us might hurt the Uchiha's reputation even more."
Can't blame him. Yesterday's spar already got the Uchiha Police riled up—running laps? That was almost taboo in this village.
Why train your body when you could just spam ninjutsu?
Ryosuke grinned.
"No worries. My grandpa's the Uchiha Grand Elder."
"The Police can't touch me."
Guy was shocked. So this kid was someone important.
Just like Kakashi—he was from the Hatake clan, a big name.
Now another VIP's grandson was approaching him?
Guy lit up with joy. Was this proof his strength was finally being recognized?
Smiling brightly, he said:
"Alright! If you're not worried, why should I be?"
"TL/n" There is no saving for this guy