Raizen had no clue what Amamiya Gen and Amamiya Takashi were whispering about behind closed doors. As he stepped out, the clan's children swarmed him like bees drawn to honey. Some were older, some younger, but all shared the same wide-eyed admiration.
He'd earned it. He'd survived a battlefield that had claimed other family ninjas, shown genius and nerve beyond his years, and returned alive. Not just the kids—older clan members and the Amamiya shinobi alike were intrigued. If what Raizen had done was true, the family would cultivate him into the next generation's model ninja—a pillar for the clan.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before the patriarch's decree reached the family: Raizen now had the right to attend clan meetings, and all the family's resources were now open to him.
The clan ninja who had initially been skeptical began studying him with curiosity that turned slowly into respect. Raizen took five days to rest and heal his original injuries, then dove back into training. A month in, he made a startling discovery—the Super Achievement System had a major glitch.
Every treasure chest granted only jutsu he hadn't yet mastered—or advanced forms of ones he already knew. Mastered Rasengan? The next chest would give Big Ball Rasengan, never the original or Spiral Shuriken. Annoying, but predictable.
Raizen formulated a strategy: first, shore up his weaknesses—without Detonating Clay or Flying Thunder God, he was still a weak Genin. Second, if he learned minor ninjutsu before opening chests—Wind Style: Breakthrough, C-rank jutsu—they wouldn't appear in the chest, increasing his chances for rare, advanced techniques.
And thankfully, the Amamiya clan, while secret-skill free, had a naturally large chakra reserve across all five attributes, perfect for his ninja, physique, and illusion training. He'd never run out of material to study.
"Lightning Style: Surge!"
Raizen slammed his palms into the ground. Blades of chakra erupted outward in all directions, slicing through mud and earth. The scent of wet soil and ozone filled the air.
"Big Brother Raizen is incredible! Using ninjutsu at this age!"
"I want to be like him!"
The children clapped, shouted, and trailed him as he moved, their admiration audible in every voice. Even distant clan ninja watched in disbelief. Uncle Yamamoto had demonstrated Ground Walk once—Raizen had only seen it that one time—but his execution now far surpassed his teacher's. The power, precision, and speed left Yamamoto-san momentarily dumbstruck.
"Uncle Yamamoto… any other ninjutsu?" Raizen asked, smirking at his teacher's surprise.
Yamamoto-san coughed, flustered. "Ahem… Raizen, remember, victory in battle isn't just about ninjutsu… you need strategy, timing, and—"
"Uncle Yamamoto obviously has no other ninjutsu!" a four-year-old piped up.
Yamamoto-san glared. "Sanada! You insolent brat!"
The children giggled. Yamamoto-san's cheeks flushed crimson. He could only sigh, resigning to show Raizen something truly extraordinary.
"For others, learning a few jutsu is impressive," he said finally, looking at Raizen. "But you… you're gifted. I've decided to teach you a super-powerful ninjutsu."
"Super-powerful?" Raizen raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Flying Thunder God and Rasengan alone were already S- and A-rank techniques. How much stronger could this be?
"Don't you feel happy?" Yamamoto-san asked, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.
Raizen shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not."
The words left Yamamoto-san momentarily speechless. But he quickly decided Raizen simply didn't yet grasp the technique's potential. He was determined to show him its power—the kind of enlightenment only a master could grant.