17 Return To The Grind 8

"Yes!" Daiki's voice echoed throughout training grounds sixty-nine the very next day.

It had taken a few days, quite a bit longer than Naruto to get it down, but he'd done it, with only a fraction of the chakra the blonde jinchuuriki had at his disposal.

"How'd you feel?" he asked the perfect clone of himself standing at his side.

"About the same," his clone shrugged, "Beyond the chakra which is obvious, I don't feel any different."

Daiki nodded, "What about the system?" he asked next.

"That's there to." his clone confirmed, "Though the chakra capacity is reduced on mine."

Interestingly, he couldn't see the system the clone could see. He'd tried showing the system off to a random civilian, and they couldn't see it either.

In that way, it meant the system was somehow linked to his individual mind then.

"Alright, two left," Daiki pushed on, he'd dwell more on those thoughts later, "Can you access the sealed equipment?"

When one created a clone, any equipment they had on them was generally cloned as well. Since the seal was tattoo'd directly into his skin, it made him wonder if-

There was a puff of smoke that emanated from his clones hand, and within it, grasped in his palm, was the white hilt of a familiar Kumo-make ninjato.

The weapon of that missing-nin he killed nearly a month ago. What was his name again? Kagero or something? It was kind of surreal how easily he could forget the name of a man he murdered, decapitated and then handed over his head for cash.

"Well, guess that answers that then." Daiki blinked. That, would be incredibly useful in the future.

"Only one left then." his clone agreed, before erupting into smoke as he dispelled himself.

As soon as the clone was gone, a rush of memories swept through Daiki's head, all from the perspective of his clone. He could see in his minds eyes, the status screen from another perspective, the halved chakra capacity, the feel of the ninjato in his palm.

It was actually a bit disorienting, "…I shouldn't abuse this too much right now, and recycle the clones every hour or so at most." he mused.

He had to remember, he didn't have an innate Jinchuuriki/Uzmaki combo healing factor, or anything even close to that.

…Yet.

"I can work with that!" he grinned, bringing his fingers into the cross shaped hand seal once again and shouting, "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

Time to get down to the grind, right and proper, time to crinkle those leaves!

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Daiki sighed, the sizzling of cooking meat sounding in his ears as he leaned back against the comfortable seating behind him, it was soft, and comfortable.

A balm for his aching muscles. For the most part, after training, he could heal his muscles right up to tip, top shape, more or less, gaining instant muscle increases.

His muscles, still felt the fatigue though, and through constant punishment, phantom rips in in the muscles themselves.

He had to admit, the seating inside the booths of Yakiniku Q, felt absolutely heavenly compared to his piece of shit couch.

'I should look into getting enough cash to move to a better place, or at least get better furniture.' he mused to himself

That would involve going on more missions to raise the money though. And, well, he was kind of you know, super busy training himself into the dirt so he didn't become a statistic when Orochimaru decided he wanted to invade because he was still baby raging over the fact Minato got picked over him to be Hokage.

Oh well, it was kind of working for him, if his status screen was anything to go by.

[Name: Daiki Yurei]

[Age: 13]

[Chakra Capacity: 18,900/18,900 (Chunin)]

[Strength: 69/500]

[Endurance: 102/500]

[Durability: 69/500]

[Agility: 69/500]

[Taijutsu: 145/500]

[Ninjutsu: 165/500]

[Genjutsu: 10/500]

[Bukijutsu: 40/500]

[Chakra Control: 180/500]

[Chakra Affinities:]

[Lightning - (Adept): You have stepped onto the path of roaring thunder.]

[Fuinjutsu - (Adept): You are no longer a mere amateur.]

He was looking damn fine now. Everything seemed to just balloon upwards now that he had clones he could spar with, especially his Bukijusu and Taijutsu.

Since he could use multiple styles to fight, and so could his clones, they could mitch and batch, get experience fighting in all different ways.

Funny though, that his Ninjutsu had blown right past his Taijutsu, after he'd managed to finally crinkle the shit out of that damn leaf. Honestly, after that, getting the Fireball Jutsu down had been easy street.

In total he'd worked on his lightning chakra for a month, two, or more even technically when including clones into his training, which made his chakra capacity grow massively in the process as well.

He mentally thanked Kakashi for this training method, god it was helpful, 'Hmm, actually, could I send a clone off to do D-ranks for me every single day?' he wondered.

That shouldn't be too much of a problem, and he could accumulate missions for his record and earn money every day while he was at it!

As it was, he'd learned pretty much everything he had access to right now, beyond the Rasengan, but he wasn't sure he wanted to touch that for the time being. Maybe it would be best to give a little time on it to make it seem more natural?

If he just barraged Hiruzen and such with the news of all this shit he was 'coming' across or 're-creating', it would look too good to be true.

And definitely seem suspicious, even though no spy would ever be so blatant as to wave that shit in front of peoples faces.

It would just lead to awkward questions he didn't want to answer though.

Though, he definitely needed to work on that Genjutsu score, somehow. Maybe go see Iruka-sensei? He knew he had learned a few Genjutsu, the man had used them to test his class now and then after all and one of the tests to obtain his headband had been breaking out of Iruka's Hell Viewing Technique.

"The grind never ends." Daiki chuckled under his breath, putting it out of mind as he grabbed the tongs that had been provided to him and flipped over the meat atop the barbeque within his booth.

While he waited, he flared chakra through his palm, and in a buff of smoke, a map appeared in front of him.

He repeated the motion, and a pencil appeared as well. God, his Dimension Force Seal was so fucking convenient, no having to reach for scrolls or anything like that, just a thought and he was holding what he wanted.

Truly, the best jutsu ever.

"…What is with that place, honestly?" he rolled his eyes as he focused on a specific part of the map.

He'd been taking the time to triangulate where Isobu, the three tailed Bijuu should be right now. And, he was pretty sure he knew where it was.

The huge lake Isobu was in, was between Fire Country and Tea Country for sure, since Kabuto took a boat to reach the area.

Which wouldn't make sense for anywhere else, especially because Tea Country was to the south of Fire Country, and lead out into the open ocean according to the map.

The problem was, there were no large water surfaces between Fire Country and Tea Country.

But….if one took a boat across the Hanguri Gulf, part of the ocean that swept into a junction in between Wind Country, Fire Country and Tea country…

They would find themselves in the Land of Rivers. A small country, named as such, because of the massive, massive lake, or river that used to be connected to the ocean before a fight Hashirama Senju was a part of re-arranged the map and created a land mass that cut it off.

….A place that was less than twenty miles away from where he met Shiromari, and not even a days journey from the Katabami Gold Mine, where Raiga Kurosaki was.

"River Country sure is rife with treasure." Daiki snorted to himself. But yes, he was sure that was where Isobu was.

Now he only needed to get stronger, copy and learn how Naruto's seal worked, or at least half of it and somehow convince the three tailed Bijuu to willingly join up with him and let him become its Jinchuuriki…then somehow explain that off without it sounding like complete bullshit to everyone around him.

…Maybe he could spin a tale involving Raiga and Ranmaru, take care of three daimyo with one shuriken and all that.

Before he could think any further on it, a loud voice broke him from his thoughts, "Meat is youth!"