6 Productive Day

(A/N: Rewritten—also, my very first 10,000-word chapter!)

Yasuo had awoken early in the morning—perhaps a bit too soon, as not even the sun had risen yet. But, deciding to make full use of this time, and instead of going back to sleep, he quietly shifted downstairs; making sure he didn't wake up anyone.

He decided not to go to the bathroom just yet, as even the tiniest of noises upstairs would wake up mostly everyone. Though, most would probably merely fall right back asleep later. Poor hygiene wasn't much of a problem either, with chakra keeping mostly everything clean within the body.

But, it was almost like a family rule of Miyrae's to keep one's hygiene at best, especially in the morning and night.

Yasuo sighed; his mother would surely reprimand him after she awoke. It was as if she could smell bad hygiene—troublesome indeed, but he shouldn't have to worry, hopefully.

Nonetheless, he had more important things to attend to, like, trying to cook!

He took a deep breath, forcing himself calm, before grabbing a frying pan from the drawers. He was aiming to make fried eggs, something that he had seen Shisui cook quite often.

The directions seemed simple enough. One just had to heat a pan, add some butter to it, break some eggs, then add said eggs into the said pan, before finally cook. Or, that's at least how Yasuo thought was to make fried eggs from watching Shisui.

Of course, he had washed his hands before doing anything. Chakra kept things clean, but sometimes, one needed to be extra cautious.

Yasuo set the pan onto the stove, setting the heat at high. Grabbing a slab of butter, with the package saying one cup per piece, Yasuo threw the entire thing into the pan; not quite knowing the exact amount required.

"What a nice smell..."

Letting the butter heat until it was liquified, Yasuo clumsily cracked opened two eggs from a carton he took from the refrigerator, putting everything into the pan, loose eggshells and all.

Yasuo stared at the pan, unsure of what to do. He had never cooked or used eggs before, mostly use campfires and meat to make his food in his past life.

"Ehhh..."

He suddenly remembered: he was supposed to flip the pan! He had no idea why, but if he had to guess, it was probably for the egg to fry on both sides, instead of only one.

Yasuo steadily grabbed the handle of the pan, already adjusting to its weight. He carefully flipped the egg, as it landed perfected turned. He had smiled proudly then, but that soon disappeared as he realized the egg was charred.

Offhandedly checking his status, he realized that his [A.M. Points] had increased! Though not by much, only fourteen points, it was still a profit!

"Young Master, you've used too much butter, and the heat is too high as well," a voice behind him criticized.

Startled, Yasuo quickly turned around to find Shisui spectating his cooking. "Jeez, Shisui-san. How long have you been there?" He asked, wiping the sweat on his forehead that he wasn't quite sure just when it had formed.

"Since you had taken the butter from the refrigerator, young Master," Shisui evenly replied. "Perhaps you should use one egg instead of two. It's much easier for practice that way, young Master. Use only two teaspoons of butter and medium heat, perhaps that would help as well."

"Well...thanks for the advice," Yasuo said, throwing out the eggs and washing the frying pan. Following the Uchiha butler's advice, he did just as Shisui said: using only one egg, a bit of butter, and medium hotness.

The fridge thankfully had plenty of supplies for Yasuo to practice on, as seals inside of the thing allowed food to practically never spoil—courtesy of Shisui. There were seals on the stove as well, making a fire burn much less quickly—again, courtesy of Shisui.

Yasuo repeated everything once again; heating the pan, adding the butter, cracking the egg. Though the last part he had managed to do flawlessly without needing to remove any eggshells. Heck, he was surprised himself.

Yasuo continued until the edges of the egg was a pleasant (Read: abominable) golden color, before he set it onto a plate.

Checking his [Status] again, he quickly noticed that his points had increased by twenty—an additional six! He soon concluded that the quality of his cooking affected the number of [A.M. Points] he would get.

He took a bite of it. "Hmm...it's pretty bland, but it's okay," he muttered to himself, setting the plate to the side. If he got twenty points from something so bland, he wondered how many he would get from something decent.

Shisui had tried a small piece, and he had to say —at least mentally— it most definitely wasn't the best.

He continued until bright sunlight came rushing through the windows, making enough fried eggs to feed a whole family, and more. Though he guessed he would be the only one eating it—it was the usual amount he would eat daily in at breakfast, anyway.

He had also obtained a total of [1,430 Points] from the effort.

As he stacked a massive pile of fried eggs onto two separate plates, the rest of the family began coming downstairs. "Yasuo! Brush your teeth, now!" He froze as he heard his mother shout from behind him.

He quickly stopped everything—though he was already mostly done with stacking the food—and ran upstairs.

He had met Vyra up the way while she was beginning to go downstairs. "Onii-chan, what are you doi-" Vyra began to ask, but was interrupted as Yasuo went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"Okay," Vyra shrugged, continuing down the stairs.

Going into the living room, she quickly noticed Miyrae and Shisui sitting at the usual food table—the former busy knitting. But, her attention was lead to something entirely else: two plates full of large stacks of nothing but fried eggs idling by the kitchen counter.

"Yasuo-sama had made them early in the morning, Vyra-sama." Shisui answered her unspoken question, noticing her puzzled gaze toward the two 'towers.'

Her eyes suddenly became much brighter as a smile came across her face as if she was looking at the two plates of food in a new light. "Really?" Vyra asked, almost sounding hopeful saying it.

"Of course, Vyra-sama." Shisui lightly nodded.

Vyra's smile lit up before she happily marched toward the 'towers.' Making sure to wash her hands, she grabbed herself a whole fried egg, stuffing it into her mouth.

She almost gagged in the process—not from putting the whole thing in her mouth, but from the pure disgustingness of it.

"This tastes horrible!" Vyra cried, spitting the food into the sink. No, saying it was horrible was putting it lightly; the taste, the texture, the flavor, everything was so off!

"It's not that bad," Yasuo muttered, as he came downstairs—though he was sure everyone in the room heard it. Vyra deadpanned. "Hey! Don't look at me like that. And, you're the one who wanted to taste it anyway."

His twin pouted but didn't reply, choosing to instead sit at the food table while waiting for Izuna and Kumiko to come downstairs for breakfast.

Wait...where's the food?

Taking the two plates, Yasuo kept balance until he placed them onto the table. Only after Yasuo began eating, Shisui started cooking.

"..." Vyra resisted an eye twitch.

It was still early in the morning, and classes didn't start until much later. So, Shisui cooking then or now would not make a lot of a difference. But, she was somewhat annoyed about the lack of EDIBLE food, however, could only sigh in defeat.

Eventually, Izuna and Kumiko had come downstairs—the latter coming earlier than the former. Izuna was simply a late sleeper, but Kumiko had eye bags, seemingly from a lack of rest.

Yasuo glanced at his adopted sister sitting across from him while finishing the last of his food. "Kumiko-chan—didn't get a good sleep last night?" Yasuo asked, starting at her drooping eyelids.

The girl sleepily nodded. It seems the excitement from yesterday had kept her awake, though, no one could honestly blame her.

"Then, Kumiko-chan, you can right back to bed." Izuna joined in, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. "You can ask Shisui to make your food anytime whenever you're hungry."

The girl nodded again, quietly standing from her seat, and drowsily walking upstairs.

Fortunately for her, she didn't need to attend the Academy just yet. The files for adoption had to be approved by the Hokage. So, she practically had all the free time in the world to do whatever...for about a day or two.

Shisui then came with the food, bringing a lot fewer plates than usual; having cooked much less. Though Vyra ate a great deal, it was not nearly as much as her twin—she did a lot less exercising than Yasuo, as well.

The rest of the family ate 'normal' amounts of food, not being the gluttons that Vyra and Yasuo were. Nonetheless, it mattered not to Shisui, who cared not for such trivial points.

He would cook whatever the quantity was required, and everything would still taste delicious. It was almost like magic and Yasuo seriously wondered how the guy did it.

As everyone started digging in and soon finishing, it was almost time for the Academy to begin its classes. "Bye!" The twins shouted as the two waved at their parents, journeying to the Academy with Shisui as their usual escort.

Of course, Yasuo didn't forget his glasses.

Quickly arriving at the school, the twins said goodbye to Shisui, before heading inside to their classroom. Yasuo looked around and didn't find the teacher, breathing a sigh of relief.

Danzō-sensei was harsh on lateness, saying it was 'a sign of someone being a waste in the future.' And, if someone was caught late or absent without notice, he made—appropriate punishments.

As Yasuo and Vyra walked to their usual seats, down in the back row, they had heard a classmate complain: "I hope Danzō-sensei won't be here today. He's going to make us do SO much work because of the break!"

And Yasuo couldn't help but agree with them. His stomach hurt for a 'some' reason, and he didn't want to do anything 'much' today.

But, almost as if the student was talking devil speak, Danzō had come inside the classroom right the next second.

Going behind his 'teacher desk,' he announced: "I will be at a meeting until then, you will have a substitute." And with that said, he quickly left the classroom.

Silence filled the classroom before happy cheers erupted. Some students started getting out of their seats, walking to their friends. Others even more courageous began to sit on the desks near their mates.

"Quiet!" A teacher commanded as he entered the room, silencing the entire class. "This is a class, not a playground, sit down in your seats. I don't care where."

Yasuo recognized the teacher: Yashima Nara. He was one of the more popular teaches in the Academy, mostly due to his student-famed laziness and casualness.

Yashima Nara taught all subjects, including physical ones, but mostly focused on history with his classes. Yasuo could imagine why; history was one of the most effortless topics to teach.

And it seemed that he was going to do precisely that.

He took out a storage scroll, poured chakra into it, and after a short 'poof!' small textbooks enough for each of them appeared.

"Stand up and go get yourself one," he lazily waved.

Mostly everyone got up as they walked up and grabbed themselves a book—or so they wanted. It soon became chaotic; everybody wanting to take, only to be stopped by another that desired the same.

"Everyone, take a seat," Yashima chuckled at the scene before him. "Now, those who weren't complete idiots and just waited, come up and grab yourself a book."

Only four stood up: Yasuo, Orochimaru, Vyra, and surprisingly, Jiraiya.

Yasuo stared at the four with narrowed eyes. Heh, just as that nutjob of a teacher said. The four promising students of the class...' Yashima thought as he handed each of them a copy.

"Here ya go, now hurry back to your seats," the Nara said offhandedly. He turned to a student who was standing, commenting, "Hey, I didn't say get up smarty, sit down."

Chuckling, he then said, "Alright, stand back up buddy, everyone in his row too, and form a line." Patiently waiting until everyone took a book, he did the same for every row, minus the bad jokes on the expenses of the students.

"Turn to page forty and read it. Then go to the next page and answer the questions there. You have thirty minutes..." And with that said, actual teaching began; only without the 'teaching' part.

Yasuo soon found himself bored out of his mind. He already knew all about the topic: the Uchiha.

After all, he IS one himself!

Not to mention, the questions were painstakingly easy. One didn't need to use their brain at all. The text provided all the answers!

True, a book should give explanations. But, the answers shouldn't be right in front of your face without even having to work for them!

But, Yasuo had to face the fact that not every four-year-old was as smart as Orochimaru or Kumiko.

And that, well, they were four-year-olds. Four-year-olds who practically didn't know anything but (quite helpful) physical exercises. As that was the only thing Danzō-sensei, was willing to teach them until they became 'better,' whatever that meant.

Ah, he was getting off-topic. What was he supposed to do again? Right, answering the questions—but he'd already done that. He checked it over, too, twice in fact.

How many minutes have passed already? Like five? And there was still like twenty-five more minutes left? Yasuo was beginning to think that checking the thing over thrice as well, was a mighty good idea.

Yasuo glanced at Nara-sensei, only to find the guy resting his head on his arms.

'Is he...sleeping?!'

Yasuo knew the teach to be casual, but not straight-up irresponsible for a class of about twenty students! He was starting to think that Danzō-sensei was a better teacher, and he probably was! Fortunately, he would return later in the day.

Though, many of his other classmates might disagree, strongly.

Deciding to at least make use of this time, Yasuo began browsing through his system's [Menus], looking for anything worth attention.

Until AM decided to interject, that is: [If Host wants to look through an infinite amount of virtually everything, Host can buy the All-Around Shop]

'And how much does that thing cost...?'

"-uo Uchiha!"

[Only 1,000,000 Points, Host]

"-suo Uchiha!"

'What do you mean only? That's more points than I've ever gained in my entire reincarnated four years of life from you!' Yasuo eye twitched in annoyance.

"Yasuo Uchiha!"

Nara-sensei's voice forced Yasuo back into reality. But, if Yashima was irritated, he showed none of it. Yasuo turned to Vyra, only to see her hiding her face with her hand, giggling.

"Yes, sensei?"

"Question three, answer it."

The question itself asked about Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju's alliance, which led to the eventual creation of Konoha. But, it was more about the fighting between the two than anything else.

"Yes, sensei!" Yasuo stood up. "The Uchiha and Senju were at war with one another due to the rivalry between the two clans. But, after Hashirama—the leader of the Senju Clan—defeated Madara—the leader of the Uchiha Clan—the two had found peace with one another."

"Thank you, that's enou-"

"But, that's false," Yasuo interrupted him as he continued, "-Because Madara didn't want peace, instead, he desired revenge toward the Senju Clan. Because the Hokage's brother, Tobirama Senju, had killed Madara's brother, Izuna Uchiha."

"But, it was only after Madara almost died in the hands of Hashirama, and was moved by the Hokage's offering of killing himself to stop the war, that Madara eventu-"

"Stop! Stop!" Yashima nearly shouted, waving his hands in a gesture of wanting halt, and Yasuo quickly shut his mouth. The Nara lightly coughed. "Thank you, Yasuo. Now, the for next question..."

Yasuo stopped paying attention to class from then on. He had purposely continued after Yashima said to finish, in an attempt to annoy him. And it worked just as he planned—so now, hopefully, Nara-sensei would stop calling on him, and leave him alone.

'Now, AM, tell me a sales pitch for the [All-Around Shop].'

[The All-Around Shop can provide Host with anything, ranging from items to skills, as long as Host has enough A.M. Points to purchase it]

Yasuo nodded; it made sense so far. Otherwise, the thing wouldn't be called the [All-Around Shop] for nothing.

[However, unlike the Rotations of the Store, the All-Around Shop does not provide Host with discounts and deals]

'Wait, say that again?' Yasuo understood the 'deals' part, as he had gotten the [Will of Death] from a deal, but he had no idea that the [Store Rotations] gave discounts!

[Indeed Host, the Rotations give discounts based on the Time of the Rotation]

'...Explain.'

[For example, the Store's Daily Rotation gives Host a 5% reduction on its items, and it increases by five every Rotation—up to 20%]

'I see...' Yasui inwardly contemplated. He decided to look at the [Year Rotations] at some time, which he had never done, for some reason.

But, his thoughts were cut off, and he was forced back into reality again, as he heard Yashima-sensei say: "The class' finished!" The Nara had said the line with way too much familiarity, it was unsettling.

"Well, my class with you anyway. You guys still have Shimura-sensei to deal with—bye!"

Yasuo looked up to find Yashima-sensei leaving the classroom, while Danzō-sensei entered.

"Line up, we're going outside," Danzō-sensei ordered with no-nonsense, leaving almost as quick as he came in.

The class lined in height sequence—shortest in the front—as they had learned from Danzō-sensei, and walked to the yard in an orderly, practiced movement.

As usual, Danzō-sensei was patiently awaiting them. "Exercise Thirteen," he said as everyone quickly got into jumping jacks.

After a hundred and fifty of the side-straddle hops, the class turned to fifty push-ups before ending the light workout.

Exercise Thirteen was something that Danzō-sensei rarely made the class do, as it was the easiest of the other twelve. Most used for warmups, Thirteen was either a sign for a pleasant day or the complete opposite.

Or neither; Yasuo didn't know what went through Danzō-sensei's head, and honestly didn't want to find out.

The short warmup soon came to an end, as chakra just made life simpler.

"Sit down." Danzō-sensei had commanded, and everyone briskly followed. "Today, you will learn the [Clone Jutsu] and the [Body Flicker Technique]."

There were some excited cheers from the crowd, which Yasuo was sure Jiraiya was one of them.

"Both are excellent skills for a ninja and could one day save your life, especially the [Body Flicker Technique]," Danzō continued. He didn't strike Yasuo as a caring person, but one learned new things every day.

"The [Clone Jutsu] requires the Ram Seal-" he stopped as he did the movement, "-The Snake Seal-" he stopped again, "-And the Tiger Seal." Stopping a final time, a sudden puff of smoke appeared beside Danzō, before revealing a clone.

Danzō reached a hand toward the only, only for it to pass right through it. Many of the students were shocked.

"As you can see, the clones are like illusions; you cannot touch them, and they cannot do the same," he explained.

The clone dispersed.

"The [Body Flicker Technique]," he moved on, "-is simple to perform." He made a Tiger Seal. "It only needs one hand seal—Tiger. However, it is much more difficult to control."

Danzō suddenly vanished.

"The technique allows for high-speed movement, but requires precision over the amount of chakra applied."

He appeared again, only behind the class.

"But once mastered, the skill can easily be the decider for any battle."

Danzō let the information sink into their heads, before hitting them with a bombshell: "You are required to master at least the [Clone Jutsu] in two weeks. Class dismissed."

With that, he left, leaving his students to decide what to do for themselves.

Yasuo and Vyra chose to go home.

He would ask Shisui to help him though, in all honesty, both of the [Jutsus] didn't seem to be that hard. Yasuo doubted his twin would need any help, and she most likely figured out how to use the two [Jutsus] already.

But, as the pair was on their way home, they were intercepted by one pervert.

"Wait!" the boy yelled from across the street. The twins paused as both stared at Jiraiya with confusion. "Vyra-sama!" The girl didn't even flinch as he called her that. "-Let's train together!" Only then, he seemingly noticed Yasuo. "You too, Yasuo-kun!"

Looking at each other for a moment, the twins nodded.

"Sure, Jiraiya-kun," Vyra replied for the both of them while smiling.

Jiraiya made a shit-eating grin as he muttered 'Score!', or whatever the boy said—Yasuo couldn't quite make of it.

"So...where are we going?" Vyra asked.

It was a valid question, and Yasuo wanted to know as well. He didn't want to go anywhere with too many people, as distractions were often occurrences. He would know; having been at busy training grounds before, and it frankly had been a pain in the butt to deal with the hoarding of the dummies.

"N-now?" The boy stuttered for a response. "I-I was thinking one of the emptier training fields. No one would disturb us..."

Vyra glanced at Yasuo for his opinion, and he nodded in the positive. Yasuo thought that what Jiraiya said was a fantastic idea—the vacant training grounds were always the best ones.

With no one distracting them, their training would be nothing but smooth.

Turning back to pervert, Vyra nodded as well. "Then let's go...But, which training ground are we going to?" she asked with a slight frown. "I've only been to two, and both are somewhat far away..."

"Don't worry 'bout that," Yasuo cut in as he grinned. "I know plenty of empty fields we could go to!"

Vyra's expression almost magically brightened as she stared at her twin. "Great, Onii-chan! She made a beaming smile, looping her arms around his. "Onwards!" She let out a small, but excited shout, pumping a fist into the air with her free hand.

Yasuo watched as Jiraiya's body twitched multiple times during their conversation, and couldn't help but be worried for the guy.

He had asked him about it while they were heading toward the Sixteenth Training Grounds, but the pervert said that nothing was wrong.

But, Yasuo was still nonetheless concerned; though he had found Vyra giggling when he had asked the question. So, he guessed it was nothing to fuss over—quickly apologizing back, only for Vyra to laugh even harder than before.

Nevertheless, the group soon arrived at Training Grounds Sixteen.

"Let's start!" Yasuo declared as the group walked to the center of the field.

He wanted to begin as quickly as possible, as finishing early's always great. One would not only have more free time, but they could even train some more as well—practically a win-win.

"We should first practice using hand seals...unless Jiraiya-san is already proficient with them?"

Both Vyra and Yasuo had previously received training from their father on hand seals, and the two quickly mastered it. Though, to this day, Yasuo still had no clue why he didn't get a [Skill] for hand seals like the one Shisui had.

[That is simply because the system determined that Host should not obtain the Skill]

'Why didn't you tell me earlier—well, a year ago—and why would the system do that?!'

[...You didn't ask, Host. And, as for your second question, you were already too powerful; especially with God Swordsmanship, a Skill you rarely use even though it is immensely powerful]

'...' Yasuo was speechless.

"Hey, Yasuo! You there?" came Jiraiya's voice.

The Uchiha found himself back into the 'physical realm' as the pervert's hand waved in front of his face.

"Yeah, what happened?"

The pervert shrugged. "No clue, you just froze there—like the same thing that happened in class," Jiraiya answered. "I asked Vyra-sama about it while you were...like that, but she said she didn't know either."

Yasuo sent a glanced toward his twin, as she just shrugged. He knew she knew about his untimely inner not-really-monologues, and both of them wanted to keep AM a secret—since she was the one who technically gave Yasuo AM.

"Well, nevermind that," Yasuo said, wanting to diverge from that subject. "Let's begin...oh right, how good are you with hand seals, Jiraiya-san?"

"I'm okay at them..." Jiraiya dejectedly replied.

Yasuo could only guess that the white-haired pervert didn't want to say the same thing twice again, or he didn't have the energy to do it once more; he honestly had no idea.

"Okay, great! How about we start with the [Clone Jutsu]?" Yasuo asked as he smiled eagerly. "I think it's the easier one, and after that, we could do some sparring with each other! Then maybe, if we have the time, of course, we could practice the [Body Flicker Technique] as well!"

Jiraiya didn't even process half of Yasuo's words, and the Uchiha just carried on muttering away about whatever they were going to do.

"Don't mind him. Yasuo gets very excited when it comes to training, especially with other people."

He had heard Vyra say, and he casually nodded to those words. But, Jiraiya's eyes were secretly sparkling in delight, ecstatic of having the nicknamed 'School Princess' talking to him.

Though, he knew she technically was a princess—the Uchiha Princess. It was common knowledge she and Yasuo were born from Izuna Uchiha, making the two practical Nobles.

Which also meant that the nerd of the class was an Uchiha Prince?!

Jiraiya quickly cleared his mind. It was too painful to handle. Knowing that the dork was the brother of Vyra-sama already hurt, but knowing that said dork was also a Noble just made him want to die.

"So, how do we do it again?" Jiraiya grinned, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. "I forgot already; Danzō-sensei explained everything so fast that I couldn't catch anything he did."

"Oh, no problem, Jiraiya-san; it's easy really," the Uchiha began. "Here we go, first try: to being, it's Ram then Snake, and finally, Tiger!" Yasuo explained as he did a visual demonstration of the [Jutsu].

"Then, pouring some chakra into it..." He continued, transferring his chakra into his hand seal, and in turn, molding his chakra into, 'Poof!', a clone without substance. "-You get yourself the [Clone Jutsu]!"

Yasuo made the doppelganger dematerialize, controlling his chakra from the clone, back into himself.

"Are you sure that's your first try?" Jiraiya was skeptical. It looked like the Uchiha had done the [Clone Jutsu] flawlessly, and there was no way someone would be able to grasp a technique in a single try...right?

"Yup!" Yasuo grinned. It didn't seem cocky, but to Jiraiya, it looked infinitely so.

"...O-okay," Jiraiya said depressingly. The pervert faked a cough, wanting to change the subject. "How much chakra do you have to use?" he asked—something he was genuinely curious in regards to the [Clone Jutsu].

However, his question was virtually unanswered, as Yasuo just shrugged, saying, "I have no idea. But, what I did was use as less chakra as possible."

He didn't mention the part concerning that he had more chakra than most, if not all, Jōnins due to his abnormally high [Magic] stat. So, he technically wasn't lying to Jiraiya per se but, he wasn't telling the exact truth of the matter.

"Alright," Jiraiya nodded excitedly, "Then I'll try!"

He was eager to prove himself in front of Vyra-sama. After all, any admirer of Vyra-sama's would run a ten-mile race for her affection—and he had the one in a lifetime (not really) chance to do just that!

Though, ten miles for a shinobi was honestly not that hard to do. And, with chakra, it could be easily achieved, especially with the [Body Flicker Technique]...but, we're getting out of topic.

Jiraiya had done the same as Yasuo, starting with the hand seals. It had taken a bit more time for him to perform them, but Yasuo accounted it for the pervert's inexperience.

Then, began the unpleasant half of executing the [Jutsu]: the control of the chakra.

Jiraiya's first attempt resulted in a quick failure. The clone didn't have enough chakra to support itself, and instead of looking like Jiraiya, it had the appearance much like a deflated balloon version of the pervert.

Vyra had pointed out his mistake, and he took it to heart. However, his second attempt did not fare all that better than the first. He had used too much chakra, causing the clone to become 'bloated,' and 'Poof' out of existence a second later.

His third attempt was when he had gotten it—finding the right balance of high and low. But, he had messed up with the hand seals, making a mistake with the Snake Seal.

It was in his fourth attempt that he had finally succeeded.

"Good job, Jiraiya-san!" Yasuo applauded the boy. Though Yasuo was pretty sure the [Clone Jutsu] was only an [E-Rank Jutsu], performing it in four tries with inexperience in both hand seals and chakra control was impressive.

The white-haired boy dispiritedly nodded.

"We don't have time to practice the [Body Flicker Technique], but we have time for one or two spars," Yasuo stated as he looked up to determine the hour. "Vyra and I already fought against one another a lot of times, so, who would you like to fight, Jiraiya-san?"

Jiraiya had visibly brightened when he had heard the offer. "I choose you, Yasuo!" The pervert had the perfect (or so he thought) plan in mind. He would utterly destroy the nerd, and then Vyra-sama would fawn all over him because of his absolute superiority!

"Okay!" Yasuo excitedly acknowledged. He had heard Vyra giggling again for some reason as she was moving away to a safe distance, though it didn't seem Jiraiya had caught it.

Yasuo jumped back, making a good gap between him and Jiraiya. "Let's begin, Jiraiya-san!" Yasuo yelled, before realizing he still had his glasses on. "Ah, actually, wait for a little bit, Jiraiya-san!"

He took off the pair of nerdy spectacles—something Miyrae still wonders why he puts on—and used a moment to rub his tired eyes. Wearing the glasses had an unfortunate side effect of fatiguing his eyes.

Thankfully, it was nothing a bit of rest and chakra couldn't fix.

Jiraiya stared at the nerd, now without glasses, as a wave of youthful envy came crashing through his mind. There was only one question in his mind: how could someone be so f*cking good-looking, yet be so dorky with glasses?!

This world's unfair!

"Jiraiya-san, are you alright?"

And the guy just HAD to sound concerned!

"N-no, I mean, yes!" Jiraiya stuttered. He swore he had heard Vyra-sama laugh, but when he had turned her head to her, her face was completely impassive.

"Okay then," Jiraiya faced Yasuo again, "-Let's get started! I'll give you the first move. I suggested the spar, so it's only fair."

Jiraiya swallowed a mouthful of saliva before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to calm himself. He had to rationalize—just because someone had good looks didn't mean they were great at everything, especially at getting girls!

Yasuo was honestly surprised. When he had heard the white-haired boy stutter, he seemed nervous, and he probably was, as it was most likely his first time sparring someone.

But, even then, the boy had managed to recover quickly just by calm breaths and probably clearing his mind of the nervousness. It was something to commend, and the boy was only four-years-old!

Jiraiya opened his eyes as it glinted of determination. He pushed off his feet, swiftly closing the gap between himself and Yasuo.

As soon as he reached close enough to the Uchiha, Jiraiya pulled back a punch, unconsciously pouring chakra into his fist.

However, his opponent didn't let up in the slightest.

Yasuo had activated his pre-Mangekyō [Sharingan] of [One Tomoe] and was able to discern the gathering chakra on Jiraiya's hand.

He used [Atomic Authority], hastily changing gas particles into a liquid, before quickly using [Water Release] to shift it into a thick shield that wrapped around his arms.

He was not arrogant enough to think that a chakra-infused fist would not injure him in the slightest.

But, he was nonetheless holding back—[Absence of Fantasy] would practically make all of Jiraiya's efforts wasted. And, an ordinary punch would not be able to injure him, not to mention even passing his water shield.

Jiraiya sent out his punch as the chakra surrounding his fist became so dense, it was visible. Yasuo put both his arms up in an attempt to block Jiraiya's attack, wide-eyed at the chakra concentration around Jiraiya's hand.

As Jiraiya's punch came in contact with Yasuo's shield, and the unstable collided with the controlled, an eruption of water resulted, exploding the both of them distances away.

"AHHH!" Jiraiya screamed in unfamiliar pain as he bounced like a water-filled balloon. Yasuo, on the other hand, was calm—backflipping to lower the impact of the explosion and balance himself, landing rather badly on his knees.

Yasuo winced, he was sure his legs were scratched now from the harsh landing. But, he was even more worried about what his parents would think; most likely a scolding or two and a grounding along with it.

The pain wasn't a problem, much. His body wasn't quite used to the discomfort of pain just yet and, to be honest, he was having a bit of trouble moving even the slightest with his legs. But it would be alright sooner or later.

"Onii-chan, are you okay?!" Vyra quickly rushed toward her twin, clearly worried about his current well-being.

"I'm fine Vyra-chan," Yasuo forced a smile, "The one you should probably be more worried about is Jiraiya-san. He took a lot more damage than me during that clash."

Vyra looked at Yasuo for a moment more, before nodding and running toward the other (much severely) injured combatant. Staring at the departing figure of Vyra, Yasuo used this time to contemplate; did he make the right choice in holding back?

In one hand, by not using [Absence of Fantasy] or any of his more powerful skills, he had led himself and Jiraiya to be injured—the latter much more critically wounded. But, on the other hand, he didn't want Jiraiya's determination and grit to waver, simply because he had beaten him in one single spar.

He had no idea what to do, and merely apologizing and walking away as if nothing happened was frankly wrong in his mental books of moral code.

And, even worse, if the boy started hating him- Yasuo grimaced, cutting the thought.

Although deep within himself, he knew that he didn't care for such an insignificant matter. But, he also wanted to enjoy his youth all the much he could and making friends (more of not being a loner) was a natural process included in 'youth.'

Yasuo took a deep, calming breath. He was unconsciously building up stress, and only then did he notice it. Ironing his resolve, he unsteadily forced his body to his feet, slowly walking toward Jiraiya's lying body.

He flinched at the constant bursts of pain coming from his knees. But, reminding himself of Jiraiya's state compared to his, he steeled his will and continued on marching.

Vyra had used one of her (much) less 'potent' healing spells called 'Dia' upon the now-unconscious pervert, and any possible life-threatening injuries he had received soon healed.

It had unfortunately left scars—a streak on his right thigh and a smaller scar on his right elbow.

She let out a small sigh of irritation. If Jiraiya had never asked them for training, this would have never happened. No one would be hurt, and she would have time with Yasuo all for herself; maybe even Kumiko as well.

But, she still felt pity for the pervert. It had not been entirely Jiraiya's fault and, as much as she wouldn't like to admit it, Yasuo was a big part of the problem as well.

Vyra let out another irritated sigh as she looked up from Jiraiya's unconscious body. It was then that she had noticed her twin weakly stumbling toward her.

"Onii-chan!" Vyra cried in panic, "What in the world are you doing?!"

She quickly ran toward Yasuo, helping carry his body's weight—he thankfully was not too far. "Sit, now! You need treatment as soon as possible!" she demanded as she lightly pulled her twin onto the ground.

"But, Jirai-" Yasuo tried to protest, but Vyra interrupted him, hissing in worried anger: "Right now, you need to worry about yourself, not other people! Your legs are practically about to collapse!"

She began channeling her powers, using one of her major healing spells of the few she knew how to. Yasuo's wish of bringing her along with reincarnation hadn't exactly restricted her powers, but even then, she didn't know much of the laws of healing.

"Diarahan!"

The spell had taken longer than she wanted, but it had worked grandly. The injury was as if it wasn't there in the first place, leaving behind nothing.

Vyra took a deep breath. She was frankly exhausted, casting two spells one after the other was tiring—especially for her current amount of chakra.

She took a moment to stare at her brother as a frown came upon her face. "Honestly, Onii-chan, couldn't you have just have not given Jiraiya the first move in the beginning? Most of this is your fault, you know," she scolded him, sighing in frustration.

Yasuo opened his mouth to speak, but Vyra continued: "And Onii-chan, couldn't you have made a better shield? You had more than enough time to make one." She let out another frustrated sigh as she finished reprimanding the idiot.

"E-enough about me," Yasuo stuttered before quickly finding his stride, "What about Jiraiya-san? Is he alright?"

Vyra sighed yet again. "That pervert's fine, I've healed him enough for him to be right back to his feet with a day or two of rest," she replied. Vyra turned to Jiraiya's passed-out figure, "He's just unconscious now, though his injuries will most likely leave scars."

Yasuo uttered a breath of relief.

He honestly was worried for Jiraiya's being, and if he could, wanted to apologize to the boy as well. It would probably not do much, but it would at least take away an ever-so-slight bit of the burden on his back. Unfortunately, he was not awake.

"Vyra, do you know where Jiraiya lives by chance?" Yasuo asked, shifting his gaze towards the unconscious boy as well as he stood up. "I should at least carry him home. And, before you say anything—I've already recovered enough."

Vyra wanted to say something but closed her mouth, instead, taking a moment to think of her twin's question; only to realize she had no idea. Until, using a tad bit more of her brainpower, she eventually concluded that the boy was an orphan.

"The Orphanage," Vyra began as she turned her head toward Yasuo. "Jiraiya lives at the Orphanage. He's an orphan, like Orochimaru. Otherwise, he would have his Clan's name."

Yasuo looked away from Jiraiya as he turned his head to stare back at his twin. "Great!" he beamed, "I could visit Orochimaru as well when we get there—two birds with one stone!"

Vyra didn't reply, only huffing as Yasuo carried Jiraiya in his arms. And with that, the two (three?) began heading to the Orphanage.

"Oh, right..." Yasuo suddenly stopped in his tracks just before the two reached the busy streets. He looked sheepishly toward Vyra as he asked, "Vyra-chan...where's the Orphanage, again?"

Vyra released yet another sigh.

___

Vyra gently knocked on the door of the Orphanage, and a seemingly eleven-year-old boy had opened the doorway to greet them.

"H-hello!" The boy frankly looked star-struck as he had said that. "W-welcome to the Orphanage, w-what can I do for you?"

"Hello," she greeted back with a smile, pretending not to notice the boy's expression. "Can you get the Matron, please? We have a friend who was found unconscious on the ground, and we wanted to bring him back."

Yasuo's slightly ear twitched hearing Vyra's made-up story—though, it wasn't like he couldn't blame her for doing it; people would think she or him were crazy if they told the real story of him knocking out the boy cold.

Hell, some might even think of it as a little joke made by stupid kids.

The boy stared at Vyra for a moment longer before almost reluctantly nodding, closing the door and running inside to get the Matron.

Hearing the screams of who seemed to be the Matron inside, Yasuo angrily scowled. "That woman shouldn't be caring for children, nonetheless orphans," he heatedly whispered.

Vyra put a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head.

Yasuo glanced at his twin, sighing bitterly and forcing himself to forget his anger. There was nothing he could do about the situation now but, if the Hokage or Council hasn't fixed the issue in the future, then he would take it up with his own hands.

Letting that thought roll to the back of his mind, he had noticed a smiling woman welcoming them. "Hello children, how can I help—" it was then that she had spotted the unconscious Jiraiya, "Oh, my..."

Yasuo had remarked her flash of distaste but chose to remain stoic.

"Our friend here was found unconscious by us near the Sixteenth Training Grounds, ma'am. I think had used too much chakra for the assignment that our teacher gave us," Vyra began retelling her story. "-And, my brother and I were going there for training, but seeing Jiraiya, we wanted to bring him home."

"Of course," the Matron provided a kind smile, "I'll take him right off your hands, and you could be right on your way."

Yasuo gave the woman Jiraiya's body without complaint. He did not want to deal with the Matron right now, leaving as soon as possible was ideal—the woman frankly gave him the freaks, and her smile, it was disgustingly fake.

"Thank you, Matron. We'll get going now!" Vyra said as both twins bowed before scurrying off home.

___

Date: (I -in all honestly- have no clue)

Hello, to the one who finds this small entry of mine (before-death note).

Now, how about an introduction? Yes, that seems right—that is what people do when starting a journal, right?

Nevertheless, my name is Michi Shiki (and, though no one would honestly care, it's meaning is Way of the Four Seasons).

I work or now used to work, as the secretary of a small company. It was a good job; the pay was pleasant, the treatment was fantastic, and there was nothing much to complain about with work.

I was never much of a fighter either, twas why I never really had the passion for becoming a shinobi.

My family (mother and father) had needed support as well, and although being a shinobi had good pay, it simply wasn't enough, especially as I couldn't go on higher ranked missions even if I had become a shinobi—I didn't have the talent or devotion to become even Chūnin.

But, by finding a decent job right after barely graduating from the Academy, pillaring my family was simple enough.

We weren't debt-ridden or anything like that, so, putting food on the table and having a few supplementary luxuries was more than sufficient.

Everything was going great...only a bit too great. It felt as if life was without obstacles—as if fate had designed my life as such.

It might sound weird (as I'm going to die after writing this), but I want control of my destiny. It's always been my goal: subdue fate (and the only way is by dying; sounds dumb, I know but, you -the one will read this- don't even know half of the story).

I had already quit my job (if that wasn't obvious enough), and my mother and father have already passed away to Heaven, a painless death.

Someone by the name of ꝡꝡꝡꝡꝡ Uchiha will come to...help me tonight. I had met the...person quite the while ago—while I was wandering around the streets, he had confronted me about, something.

He and I will meet at an alleyway, much far away from practically everything. Unless coincidences occur, of course (though, I don't much believe in such 'coincidences').

And, that is about all that I wanted to say.

P.S. - My real name is Raziel; though it wouldn't make much of difference until much, much later down the road when time passes—when Father comes to power and finally creates us.

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"You came." Raziel glanced up from his notebook to see the anticipated masked boy. "What had taken you so long to get here? I had clearly said come in the afternoon; it's already the evening."

"I have an excuse," the disguised boy stated.

Raziel raised his eyebrow, prompting the boy to continue, but he never did. Raziel finally shrugged, knowing and not didn't matter much anyway—he would die soon, and memories had no place in the spaceless, timeless void of nothingness.

"Well," Raziel sighed, spreading his arms open, revealing his defenseless chest. "Let's get this over with—I wouldn't want to keep you, Uchiha Yasuo."

"Before that," Raziel impassively stared into the boy's eyes, "-Tell me, what is the real reason you want to die, Raziel? I know it's not something as childish as simply defying fate; the fact that you're here is already accomplishing that."

"How did you-" Raziel paused before realizing, "-The Sharingan..." He looked up to the now orange-tinted sky, taking a moment to think.

"I-" Raziel began, "-I simply no longer have the desire to live." He gazed at the boy's eyes again. "Father has already passed away—the very meaning of my virtually immortal life, which of thou can end and I, want of end."

Yasuo eyes gleamed a complicated light as a concealed frown marred his face.

"Very well Raziel," Yasuo muttered, his eyes flashing killing intent as he [Equipped] [Seishi]. The reincarnated swordsman took a deep breath, lowly whispering: "Reap and Sow, Seishi..."

Raziel closed his eyes, prepared for what would be coming, showing a rare smile—sincere and content. And, in the next second, he felt something cut through his stomach like a hot knife through butter, piercing everything in its way without obstruction.

A tranquil silence came upon the two as the invisible clock of [Seishi] slowly ticked down.

"...Thank you, my friend." Raziel managed to cough up through unrelenting pain.

Six seconds.

"Hopefully..."

Four seconds.

"You and I..."

Two seconds.

"Meet again...future."

Zero.

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Yasuo stared at the ground that Raziel once stood on, his previous belongings on the floor. He had already gotten over the [Archangel]'s death—they would meet again in the future, a few centuries or even millennia weren't that bad.

Raziel's mini-notebook had already flown away with the wind, just as the now-deceased immortal angel of mysteries had planned.

The concealed runes on the notebook that Raziel had placed on it made it forever continue on its journey until it reaches its predestined owner in the future, as well as making it nigh-indestructible until then.

Yasuo's eyes soon became cloudy as he led his attention toward his system's notifications.

(Ding! [Archangel of Mysteries], [Raziel] has been slain!)

(Ding! The Host has obtained [God Tier] [Knowledge and Mystery], [1,000,000 Points], and [Book of Mysteries]!)

Yasuo mentally 'clicked' on [Knowledge and Mystery], wanting to view the [Skill]'s information and abilities. He was frankly excited; a [God Tier] [Skill] was power-breaking, and he had gotten one just by killing Raziel, practically for free.

[Knowledge and Mystery]: Passive & Active - Lvl. MAX -

[Description]: [Gained from slaying the Archangel of Mysteries and Keeper of Secrets, Raziel, the Skill empowers the User with the power 'Knowledge and Mysteries.']

[Effects]:

[Omnipotent Memory]: [Learn anything—directly or indirectly—and enables the User of the Skill to be able to remember and achieve the concepts taught by the Skill. The aspects learned are transferred to the [Learned Knowledge] skill list]

[Learned Knowledge] - None

[Lord of Concealment]: [Create 'flags' that can either be placed physically or spiritually, which in turn creates a 'boundary' that conceals anything within—the 'boundaries' and 'flags' created can be placed in the form any size and body]

As Yasuo read through the contents of [Knowledge and Mystery], a question popped up in his mind while reading the effects of [Lord of Concealment].

'AM, what do you mean that I can create the boundaries and flags in any size and body? What does that even mean? And, it only conceals things within?' Yasuo mentally asked the Ancient Manipulator.

He understood the first part of the description—the so-called 'flags' could be created and placed either by his soul, much like equipping/bringing out [Seishi], or by hand. But, the second part was not so clear to him.

[It simply means that Host can create 'flags' and 'boundaries' in, for example, the form of air or, another example, mana/chakra. As well as place said 'flags' and 'boundaries' inside Host to cloak something like memories]

[As for Host's second question; using Lord of Concealment would completely stealth away everything within a boundry]

Yasuo took a moment to register what the system had explained, nodding as he got the gist of it. He then turned his mind to the final reward he had gotten from 'slaying' Raziel.

However, 'clicking' on the so-called [Book of Mysteries] for its description, Yasuo had gotten what he expected from a book of mysteries.

[Book of Mysteries]

[Description: A powerful book created from the Akashic Records, containing all the Mysteries of the Akashic Records. For the one who will obtain, and inevitably read the book will either be granted access to the Akashic Records or will be killed in the process]

[???]

Reading its description, Yasuo had managed to obtain almost no relevant information about the book, already knowing most of what the book contained; access to the Root.

He knew about the Akashic Records, or the Root as Magus called it—being familiar with the Moonlit World, as it too had been in his previous world. But, he was no Magus, and he certainly didn't plan to be one in the future.

Any Magus - no - anybody who had a sensible amount of interest in Magecraft, Sorcery, or even just the supernatural would kill, and more, for the book that was now in his hands.

But, he was a swordsman who coincidentally used chakra/prana/mana-whatever, definitely no Wizard or Magus.

And, of course, it didn't mean he was much involved in the mess that was the Moonlit World—he would want to stay as detached to it as possible.

Yasuo briefly equipped the book from his [Inventory], before quickly putting it away right after.

Just touching the thing felt made him feel wrong—an overwhelming sense of enlightenment and curiosity disgustingly leeching its way through his soul.

Yasuo shook his head. As much as he wanted to get rid of, or even give it to someone else, it would eventually prove to be useful in the future whenever he needed it. Still, the book would make a relic of remembrance of Raziel.

Leaving that in the back of his mind, Yasuo headed home—now excited for the prospects of what he could achieve with his new [God Tier] [Skill]...by cooking.

___

Yasuo stared at his system's mental interface, looking at his new so-called [Learned Knowledge] of [Cooking].

As soon as he had gotten back home, he had immediately requested Shisui to cook dinner, as—according to its description—[Omnipotent Memory] functioned on sight as well, the so-called photographic reflexes.

Thus, eager to quickly learn [Cooking], Yasuo had asked Shisui as such, and the summoned servant readily agreed.

And, in turn, Yasuo was now sitting in the kitchen, staring at his newly acquired [Cooking] skill as it continued to 'level up' with ease—already at [Lvl. 10] from only two hours!

[Cooking]: Passive - Lvl. 10 -

[Description]: [Anything and everything related to the concept of Cooking]

[Effects]:

[Increases the User's mastery of all related to cooking by 50%]

[The User 'learns' the mastery of the original—if there is—Owner of a skill]

As Shisui finished making the family's dinner and step away from the kitchen, Yasuo's eyes gained a determined gleam.

This time, he was going to make the absolute perfect fried eggs, and nothing —not skill or even the ingredients themselves— will stop him! Especially now that he had Shisui's experience of cooking said fried eggs!

While Yasuo was preparing to cook the best of fried eggs, Vyra and Kumiko were lazily resting upstairs, waiting for dinner to be ready.

"Nee-chan, when is Yasuo-nii going to come back?" Kumiko spoke up hopingly during a peaceful silence.

"I have no idea," Vyra shrugged, "he should be back by now." She lightly pouted in irritation, complaining, "Onii-chan's always so late. We would have already had dinner."

"Ma, Nee-chan, you shouldn't think like that," Kumiko chided. "But, Yasuo-nii should be home by now. He did say he would be back by the after..."

"Kumiko-chan...do you smell that?" Vyra stared at the white-haired girl's eyes as she sniffed the air.

The adopted sibling tilted her head in confusion, before following Vyra's actions, sniffing the air as well. Kumiko's eyes widened as the aroma of food entered her nose.

The girl bobbed her head almost fervently to Vyra's question. "If Shisui-san's already finished making dinner..." Kumiko began, her eyes glinting with newfound realization.

"Then, that means Onii-chan's back home!" Vyra finished, almost shouting in the process, excitement clear in her voice. "But, how did we not notice anything...?" she lowly muttered, as a small, unnoticeable frown came upon her face.

"Let's go down, Nee-chan!" Kumiko chimed, dragging her sister up with her hands.

Vyra's frown turned upside down as she nodded. 'It must have been Shisui's [Genjutsu]...' She determined as she was getting hauled downstairs by her younger sister. '...But why would he do that?'

The two continued downstairs, both plopping onto random seats —sitting next to one another— by the dinner table as Shisui began bringing the food.

Vyra and Kumiko unconsciously let their gazes shift to the kitchen, seeing their brother cooking; well, again, for the former of the two.

Vyra's expression scrunched up to a light grimace, nearly frightened at the notion of Yasuo cooking.

"Don't worry, Vyra-sama. It won't turn out as bad as you think. Yasuo-sama has already improved in the short time he was back..." Vyra had heard Shisui whisper, letting her realize just why he had cast a Genjutsu over the first floor.

"You wanted Onii-chan to have free time practicing his cooking...?" she muttered to herself, turning to Shisui just in time to see a slight smirk on his face, which had quickly gone away.

She turned back to Yasuo just as Kumiko, with sparkling eyes, had marveled: "Wow, Nee-chan! Yasuo-nii is cooking!"

Vyra only nodded, unsure of whether or not to burst her sister's bubble and tell of the unfortunate truth of their brother's cooking.

"Perfect!" The pair had heard their brother suddenly shout, evidently finished with cooking whatever he was making.

Yasuo brought the plates of food he had made to the dinner table, placing one for each person except himself. Vyra had noticed Shisui hadn't placed food for Yasuo, either.

"Nii-chan, are you not eating?" asked Kumiko as Yasuo began heading upstairs, looking exhausted.

"Nah," the boy replied. "I'm a bit tired from...training, and I need some sleep. Oh, and I've already eaten." With that, he waved everyone, who was present, goodnight; heading upstairs.

Izuna and Miyrae had come down right the next few seconds, both seeing Yasuo going to his room, and wishing him a good sleep.

As everyone got into a seat, Kumiko already began to eat—starting first with her brother's rather appetizing-looking fried eggs.

"Mmm...!" Kumiko wide-eyed, delightfully surprised at the savoriness of the dish. "Delicious!" she exclaimed, forming an unconscious smile of food bliss as she cupped her face in pleasure.

Miyrae and Vyra gazed at Kumiko with doubtful eyes, knowing full-well how 'great' Yasuo's cooking was; 'great' in the way that they wouldn't eat it if someone paid them a million ryō.

Vyra turned to her portion of fried eggs, staring at it, and, to her begrudging truth, the dish looked edible—a bit too much.

The lovely golden, crispy edges and the enticing, oval yolk combined with the perfectly thick whites were simply mouth-watering—oh, how she could go on and on.

But! One shouldn't judge something based on its appearance alone!

Vyra subtlely poked the yolk with her fork, and in her pleasant surprise, it did not pop; instead, folding back much like putting slight force on a balloon.

She took her knife, cutting a small piece before placing it into her mouth, and her eyes immediately widened in shock.

It was difficult to describe—perhaps perfect was the right word. Flavors exploded in her mouth, leaving an unforgettable taste, and not to mention the texture! It was even better than the food Shisui makes, leaving her wanting more and more of it.

And, within a blink of an eye, it was gone; she had finished it all.

"Ah...you're right Shisui-san, it's not bad..." Vyra muttered, breaking away from her previous trance. "Maybe I could make Onii-chan cook some more in the future..."

___

Unaware of the makings of his twin sister's mind, Yasuo had snuck out of the house using his new-gained [Lord of Concealment], heading to the forest to potentially use his [A.M. Points].

The [Monthly Rotation] had reset today, and he just had gotten the time to check it when he had gone upstairs to his room.

The main reason why he was going outside instead of staying home was that there had been the rather rare [Random Summon] on sale. He had only seen the thing four times in the five years of having his system, and that was from checking every [Rotation].

But, he could understand why the [Random Summons] were so rare.

A.M. had explained to him that the [Summoned] were virtually immortal, overpowered, mind-controlled slaves that had slightly more privileges than real slaves.

Of course, Yasuo would never consider any of his [Summoned] slaves. But, it's just that everything that a [Summoned] did, or will potentially do, was for their [Summoner]; which more often than not left themselves in difficulty—so to say.

Thus, was why the [Summoned] were practically slaves.

However, they could also more often than not get themselves out of the said difficulty—they could reform whenever they died.

Naturally, a [Summoned] had to use their [Summoner]'s whatever form of energy, but it ultimately meant immortality so long as the [Summoner] could provide the [Summoned].

That was not to mention a [Summoned] could beat someone or something a [Tier] higher than themselves—meaning that a [King Tier] could take down a [Emperor Tier] if the conditions were right, which was also why A.M. had classified the [Summoned] as 'overpowered.'

Nevertheless, other than the [Random Summon], Yasuo was also prepared to buy the [All-Around Shop] during the time he was in the forest—hopefully before using the [Random Summon].

After a few short minutes, Yasuo found himself in the woods. The forest was quick accessibility in Konohagakure, considering that the village's name meant "Village Hidden in the Leaves."

Nevertheless, he quickly used [Lord of Concealment] to put a so-called 'boundary' down.

The area the 'boundary' covered was big, and as an extra plus, it didn't use that much chakra to cast, either... Or, that was just because of his insane levels of [Magic] for a four-year-old—he wasn't quite sure.

"Buy that [All-Around Shop] thing AM," Yasuo ordered his system. "Ah, and, buy the [Random Summon] from the [Monthly Rotation] too, please."

[Very well, Host] came the Ancient Manipulator's reply.

(Ding! The [All-Around Shop] is now open for business!)

(Ding! The Host has obtained [Random Summon]: (Treasure - Sovereign)!)

(A.M. Points Left: 117,000)

Yasuo suddenly grinned excitedly. "Right, A.M. use the [Random Summon], then use the [Summon Orb] as well right after!"

[As you wish, Host...]

(Ding! Using [Random Summon]...)

___

"Heh, so this is my master's body, huh? Then, let's have some fun and reel some ladies in!"