"Even if my chakra pool ain't quite there yet for nailing the full Lightning Chakra Mode, who gives a shit? Not the point!"
Makoto mused to himself, eyes sharp as kunai.
What he was really hyped about? The insane body-forging side effects of Cloud's secret sauce. Raw physical stats are the foundation, baby!
Jack the base strength, and Unlimited Eight Gates down the line? Chef's kiss. Picture this: some random rooster pisses him off—bam, two "Night Makoto" haymakers. Feathers everywhere.
Second perk: neural reaction speed on steroids. Exactly what he needed now.
Sharingan + title buffs = god-tier dynamic vision. But if the body can't keep up with what the eyes clock? All flash, no cash. Useless.
Reaction speed caps Flying Thunder God. Period.
"Flying Raijin ain't just the jutsu—it's Minato's freak-of-nature reflexes that made it broken."
Makoto got it crystal clear.
Now, cold hard reality check:
Chakra's body energy + spiritual energy mashup. Starts neutral. But everyone's born with affinities—chakra paper tells the tale.
Fire burns it. Wind slices clean. Lightning crumples. Water soaks. Earth crumbles.
Yin/Yang? Paper's blind to those.
Makoto? Tested ages ago. Zero natural lightning affinity.
Forcing a new affinity post-birth? Brutal grind. Years of mental bulldozing to reshape chakra, body adaptation from hell.
Average jonin? Might never crack it.
Makoto? Zero interest in that slow-burn bullshit. He had a cheat code.
Mind flick—pale gold HUD only he could see: [Naruto World Online] Golden Finger Panel.
Straight to [Player Shop]. Inventory refreshed like a slot machine.
Locked onto: [Lightning Affinity Nature Change Mastery]
"Buy."
Balance hemorrhaged. Golden beam shot from the panel, sank into his forehead.
Warm, tingly energy flooded every cell. Micro blue arcs danced through his meridians, etching permanent lightning runes.
Zap faded. Instinct locked in.
Makoto held his breath, flexed his right hand, index out. Chakra focus.
Crack-pop!
Tiny blue arc—baby thunder dragon—danced on his fingertip. Pure lightning chakra vibe.
Done.
Feeling that lightning bend like it was born in his veins, Makoto smirked.
"Skipped years of grind. Feels good, man."
Downside? Shop balance tanked. All that "indentured servitude" cash in Cloud? Nearly tapped.
"Gotta hustle again…" Happy problem.
Power-ups this fast? Crack for the soul. Irresistible.
Lightning nature down—next: [Lightning Chakra Mode] grind. But he needed the perfect spot.
Cloud? Nah. Flying Raijin reveal = tighter leash. Plus, current strength? Stay too long, some brass might get greedy. Pregnant with treasure = target.
He wasn't scared—had aces up his sleeve—but future plans included mega-farms in Lightning Country and snagging the Fifth Raikage hat. No need to burn bridges yet.
Vault heist + nearly crippling Killer B? Easy fix: roll up with watermelon and fried chicken, "My bad, bro." Page turned.
Stronger later? Pop in whenever. Right now? Casual visits fine—he's the Fourth Raikage-certified "New Uchiha Clan Head."
Konoha? Hard pass. Mangekyō Shisui = walking nuke. Until he's 100% immune to Other God—the ultimate brain-hack genjutsu—no face-to-face.
Shisui had zero motive… but Mangekyō Uchihas? Sanity not included.
Makoto wasn't gambling.
"Ninja world's huge. Time for a road trip."
Current spot: Land of Water. Perfect.
Mist Village? Deep in "Bloody Mist" era. Fake "Uchiha Madara" (Obito 2.0) puppeteering the Fourth Mizukage Yagura into fascist hell.
Internal purges, backstabbing, trust = myth. Village in chaos mode.
Prime spot to blood-harden combat skills. Fold Lightning Mode training into real fights.
Books vs. bullets? Bullets win.
Respawn coins = ultimate safety net. Death? Just a speed bump. Bonus: side hustle cash.
"Stats without battle scars? Handicap in Naruto."
Worst example: Otsutsuki Kaguya—moon-j-prison goddess. Infinite chakra, god-tier hacks… combat IQ of a potato. Sealed again.
Thinking of her, Makoto glanced up. Moon hung fat and bright, eternal eyeball on the world.
Weird vibe since full memory unlock—like being watched. Faint, persistent.
Especially earlier… moonlit bird-flip, snow-naked sprint? Extra watched.
"Paranoia? Or…" Eyebrow twitch. Wild thought. Shook it off.
Moon trip later. He had coordinates (Toneri). Easy.
Back to Mist.
Chaos = danger = opportunity. Fastest ladder up.
Besides grinding and stacking cash, he'd scout talent—OG characters with skills, potential, and loyalty.
Makoto, fresh outta the village, solo and "terrified" of ninja violence, hereby recruiting badass goons for the squad. Build an empire together!
One arrow, three birds. One fish, three meals. Win-win-win. That's the Makoto way.
Plan:
1. Deathmatch Mist ninjas → master Lightning Mode mid-fight.
2. Poach top talent → squad goals.
3. Farm cash.
Flawless.
Future bright. Makoto yawned, summoned fresh shadow clones for watch—fair labor practices, even for clones—and burrowed into warm blankets.
Cozy… but missing that pre-warmed touch. Samui and Mabui had spoiled him rotten.
Solo bed? Kinda… lonely.
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