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In the camp courtyard, Kyosuke was busy enjoying his meal.
In front of him, two subordinates were sparring, using real combat to address their weaknesses.
Over the course of a year, despite Kyosuke's corps being formidable, they inevitably suffered heavy casualties.
Currently, the corps had 168 members, with dozens having perished.
Considering how difficult it was to train subordinates, six months ago, Kyosuke decided to implement intensive elite training during their free time.
He used his resources to maximize the growth of his soldiers.
"Strength is the foundation of survival."
After six months of rigorous training, the entire corps had made significant progress.
Chidori Squad focused on further developing their lightning-release techniques.
By stimulating cell activity, they increased their movement speed.
Body Fliker Squad was made up of those who couldn't learn Chidori.
They specialized in Kyosuke's Body Flicker Technique and Kenjutsu, achieving speeds comparable to Chidori users while compensating for killing power with their sword techniques.
Kyosuke's philosophy for his corps was simple: strike fast and retreat faster. No room for hesitation or sluggishness.
"Can't keep up with the pace? Then don't blame anyone but yourself when you die."
He encouraged them:
"If you don't want to die, double your training. Only by becoming stronger can you increase your chances of survival."
Suddenly, a crackling sound of lightning clashing erupted, scattering sand and dust everywhere.
The disruption made Kyosuke put down his plate.
"What are they doing now?" He sighed, putting his meal aside and casually cleaning his teeth.
Still, he looked forward to grabbing a bucket of fresh milk later. His body was about to enter its growth spurt.
Finally, the issues that had plagued him for years would be resolved.
In the past year of relentless training, Kyosuke's skills had significantly improved in all areas—except for one: his physical strength, which remained stuck at the level of a chunin.
"Age limits body growth."
Kyosuke often sighed about his misfortune as a child.
Meanwhile, across the yard, Uchiha Madara was progressing rapidly.
His chakra reserves skyrocketed, and his taijutsu surpassed Kyosuke's by a considerable margin—all thanks to his physical development.
Kyosuke couldn't help but compare this to Sasuke Uchiha's growth.
In just two years, Sasuke went from a small boy to someone who could fight Orochimaru and Deidara head-on.
"Only Indra's lineage could manage such a leap."
Madara was no different, already two years older than Kyosuke.
If not for Kyosuke's secret techniques, he would've fallen behind long ago.
Hashirama Senju, too, likely shared Madara's trajectory.
"Hashirama's probably awakened Wood Release by now." Kyosuke mused, thinking of the bowl-cut boy by the river.
The thought of facing Hashirama's overwhelming Wood Release in the future made Kyosuke grimace.
'The so-called 'God of Shinobi.''He smiled bitterly, gripping his kunai tightly.
Suddenly, a figure burst into view, brimming with intense chakra.
It was Uzumaki Mito.
"Die, Uchiha Kyosuke!" she screamed with fury.
Around her, everyone stopped what they were doing, unfazed by her attempt to assassinate the corps leader.
Seated comfortably, Kyosuke casually flicked his kunai toward her.
To his surprise, she crushed it with her bare hands.
"Her monstrous strength is growing more terrifying."
With a powerful strike, Mito missed her target. Undeterred, she quickly wove seals for a sealing technique, aiming to trap Kyosuke.
As black markings spread to surround him, Kyosuke smirked.
"Too naive, Mito."
With a flash of electricity enveloping him, Kyosuke unleashed Chidori Flow.
The crackling lightning dispersed every approaching seal, leaving Mito stunned.
"What?!"
Onlookers gasped. No one had expected Chidori to evolve into such a new form.
Having demonstrated this new technique, Kyosuke subtly indicated the corps' next training goal.
"Want to continue?" he teased, beckoning Mito.
After the arrival of Hyuga Tenjin, the balance between forces had been restored, and Kyosuke no longer restricted Mito's freedom.
She could've left anytime but chose to stay, claiming she needed to uncover Uchiha's hidden plots.
Kyosuke didn't mind. Her presence as a sparring partner was a bonus.
Smiling mischievously, Kyosuke summoned a Chidori Sharp Spear, slicing off a lock of Mito's hair.
"You still have more?"
Mito scowled, angry at her inability to match his growth.
Her only accomplishments seemed to be mastering more sealing techniques, whereas Kyosuke was leaving her far behind.
Frustrated, she threw up her hands and stormed off.
"Done already?" Kyosuke teased.
"Shut up! Don't push your luck!" she snapped, rolling up her sleeve to reveal a Flying Thunder God seal.
"This mark ensures I can never beat you," she muttered bitterly.
Seeing this, Kyosuke stepped forward, grabbing her arm.
Startled, Mito shouted, "What are you doing? Giving in to your beastly desires?!"
"Shut up, bean sprout." Kyosuke rolled his eyes.
"I'm removing the seal."
As he reached to erase the mark, Mito pulled her arm back.
"Who knows if you'll curse me with something worse?" she huffed.
Speechless, Kyosuke activated Flying Thunder God Technique, teleporting them away.
From a hidden cave, agonized cries of a woman echoed.
Hyuga Yayoi clenched her fists, staring at the rocky walls with seething hatred.
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