Chapter 6 : Even More Training

The next morning, Fang woke up early and prepared breakfast for three people. After eating his portion, he grabbed the other two and ran to his neighbor's, Obito's, house.

"Obito, are you up?!"

"Hehe, it's Fang, come on in." In the house, a kind old lady bent over and walked out, smiling warmly at Fang.

This old lady was none other than Obito's grandmother.

"Grandma," Fang smiled and handed over the breakfast in his hands.

"Hehe, thank you so much, Fang." The old lady's face lit up with a happy smile at Fang's filial piety.

Entering Obito's house, Fang looked around and found it quite similar to his own.

"Fang, have a seat. I'll go wake up Obito," the old lady said with a smile.

"No need, Grandma. I just wanted to ask if you have any equipment like sandbags to assist in physical training?" Fang asked directly.

The old lady tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding. "Ah, I remember Obito's father used to train his physical abilities because he couldn't activate his eyes when he was young. Later, when he activated his eyes, he threw away those tools. I couldn't bear to part with them, so I secretly collected them. They should be in the small storage room in the backyard."

Although it was called a small storage room, it was more like a doghouse. Fang squeezed in and took out a bunch of scattered tools after a long time.

Leg weights, weighted sandbags, iron blocks, and bandages, there were quite a few things.

"Fang, are you planning to train your physical abilities?" the old lady sighed beside him. "Our two families have always been neighbors, and even our destinies are so similar. Activating the Sharingan is really difficult."

Fang naturally wouldn't tell her that he had already activated his eyes. He smiled and said, "Grandma, mastering physical techniques to the highest level is no less inferior to the Sharingan."

In the original work, during the final battle, Might Guy opened the Eighth Gate of Death and unleashed a burst of power that even Six Paths of Pain's Rinnegan exclaimed in surprise. He almost KO'd him!

"Fang, you're still young. Be careful when training physical techniques," the old lady was indeed very kind and gentle, completely unlike a member of the Uchiha clan.

"I know, thank you, Grandma."

After thanking her, Fang laboriously carried the batch of equipment back home and then began to equip himself.

He tied a kilogram of sandbags to each of his two legs to exercise his leg muscles. Then he tied half a kilogram of sandbags to his arms to exercise his arm muscles.

With these items on, he immediately felt a change. When walking, it was as if the center of gravity had increased, and when performing hand seals, it became even more difficult, with both hands feeling stiff.

"This is just the beginning. I'll get used to it soon!"

Fang certainly wouldn't easily be discouraged. From morning till night, he carried these weights with him, wanting to get used to them as soon as possible.

Bang!

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

Once again falling from a tree, Fang rubbed his buttocks and struggled to stand up.

After wearing the weights, what used to be an easy task like climbing trees seemed unfamiliar. His chakra couldn't maintain his balance at all.

As for walking on water, it was even more out of the question.

"Alas, am I aiming too high?"

In theory, since he had activated his eyes, he should focus on developing the Sharingan. With the Sharingan alone, he could easily reach the peak of life.

However, when he thought of the freaks in the Fourth Great Ninja War, would it really be enough to rely solely on the Sharingan?

As he pondered, Fang's eyes gradually became firm. Since he had come here for a trip, he couldn't live a plain life. Even if he couldn't reach the peak in this life, he would die on the road to the peak!

In the following days, apart from refining chakra and practicing hand seals, Fang stopped practicing climbing trees and walking on water, and instead began to train his body. Every day, he sweated profusely in the courtyard, doing push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and every possible exercise he could think of.

With such crazy training, Fang's body couldn't bear it. Coupled with the fact that he only had enough food to fill his stomach every day, Fang inevitably became thinner and weaker.

"Fang, your training is too hard. Your body won't be able to take it!" Obito, who saw Fang getting thinner day by day, felt very distressed.

"It's okay, I'll get used to it."

Fang was cooking, and as he spoke, he also shook the iron pot a few times to make the fire more even.

He still had weights tied to his arms at this time, but he seemed as if nothing was wrong. Thin muscles had already appeared on his thin arms.

After lunch, Fang drove away the endlessly nagging Obito and continued to train.

After several days of crazy training, Fang had already gotten used to these weights. Then he began to climb trees and walk on water, getting used to these weights, which made him more adept at controlling his body and even his chakra became more obedient.

Splish, splish, splish.

Walking on the small pond, ripples spread under his feet, reflecting Fang blurred face.

Then, he started forming hand seals.

Snake - Sheep - Monkey - Boar - Horse - Tiger!

"Fire Style - Great Fireball Jutsu!"

A fierce power gathered in Fang's throat. With his heart at peace, he blew forward.

Boom!

A basketball-sized fireball spewed out of his mouth, straight towards a dry tree trunk ahead.

Crack!

The fireball exploded the moment it hit the trunk, directly blasting the tree into pieces.

Fang widened his eyes, seeming to not believe it.

The last time he practiced this ninjutsu was several days ago, and every time he failed. He didn't expect to succeed on the first try now!

Feeling the power contained within his body, Fang seemed to understand something.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Fang's feet softened, and he fell directly into the small pond. It turned out that he lost focus, and the chakra in the soles of his feet underwent subtle changes, disrupting his balance.

"Alas, still not professional enough."

Fang climbed out of the small pond, hastily took a bath, and then started to increase the weight on himself!

Before, he had a kilogram of weight on each leg. Now, he increased it to two kilograms, doubling the weight.

The same with his hands, from half a kilogram to one kilogram.

Doubling the weight directly made Fang's limbs feel heavy, and then he felt stiff, as if his blood flow was not smooth.

Without hesitation, Fang immediately started running around the courtyard. Soon, his whole body began to steam with blood and energy.

"So tired."

After running for more than ten minutes, Fang was panting heavily.

"No, run for another ten minutes!"

Fang gritted his teeth and persisted, determination shining in his eyes.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

Finally, ten minutes passed.

Slap!

Fang slumped directly to the ground, or rather, he was dragged down by the weight on his hands and feet. The sweat on his body quickly soaked the grass on the ground.

"Huff... Why does it feel heavier and heavier..."

Feeling dizzy, Fang's vision darkened, and he fainted straight away.