UTBW: Ch. 38

"Sengoku showed me your file. To be honest, I didn't believe it at first. But now I've changed my mind."

Z's expression was full of emotion as he exclaimed, "You're definitely a Swordsman! And not just any Swordsman. Among Swordsmen, you're one of the very best!"

Hearing this, Junichi was a bit surprised and glanced at him. He has sharp eyes!

Z could actually tell that the boy had progressed incredibly far in the realm of Swordsman.

[Flying Slash — (Max Level at Beginner)]

Because he mastered it upon entry, the moment he broke into the Swordsman-level, he had already reached the peak of that realm. And he had already begun to grasp the next stage.

That was his self-created skill: [Eye Blade: Beginner (1/100)]

"You've been placed in the first batch of recruits. Your dorm is a single room. Here's a map of the accessible areas on the island—take a look." Z turned and handed him a set of prepared documents.

"All the paperwork is signed. You'll need to go to Logistics to pick up your student ID, bedding, daily necessities, class schedule, and so on. Classes officially start tomorrow."

"Any questions?" Z asked.

"No." Junichi shook his head.

"Alright, then go get ready. If anything comes up, feel free to come see me." Z patted him on the shoulder.

Junichi bowed politely and took his leave.

Once outside the office, he took a deep breath, opened his status panel, and his eyes turned serious.

[Rejection Rate: 75.39% / 100%]

As his strength increased, so did his daily food intake and the resources he consumed. And the rejection rate was accumulating faster and faster.

I have enough time to master the Rokushiki. Once I do, I'll go back and put an end to the Uchiha clan crisis.

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The next day, Junichi appeared in the classroom of the first batch of recruits.

He swept a glance around the students and paused briefly on two familiar faces.

Hina.

Smoker.

The former had the ability of the Cage-Cage Fruit, the latter the Smoke-Smoke Fruit. But after one look, Junichi quickly lost interest. He didn't care much about them.

Their potential was too low. Not worthy of participating in the late-stage story.

"Junichi, you can take a seat in the empty spot at the back," the instructor said.

"Alright." Junichi nodded slightly and walked over to sit down.

Many people glanced at him. All the students knew a transfer student was coming. To avoid another incident like Garp's extra recruit, Z had given them some early info about Junichi.

When the news broke, even the instructors were shocked and unsure what to make of it. No one dared to mess with him.

Junichi was happy to be left alone, quietly flipping through a manual on the Rokushiki.

The training camp also taught the Rokushiki. Principles, details, tricks, everything was documented. Yet many still failed to learn them. Because they were extremely demanding.

Those who could master them… were all extraordinary individuals.

I'm fine. I've got my cheat. I only need to grind... He studied the Rokushiki intently.

[You are learning Soru. Proficiency +1]
[You are learning Geppo. Proficiency +1]
[You are learning Shigan. Proficiency +1]
[You are learning Rankyaku. Proficiency +1]
[You are learning Kami-e. Proficiency +1]
[You are learning Tekkai. Proficiency +1]

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In the days that followed, Junichi devoted himself daily, without fail, to mastering the Rokushiki.

At the same time, he also feasted on the camp's special nutrient fluids, enhancement serums, fortified meals, and more. His entire body began to swell like a balloon.

Tall, strong, solid, full of power...

Compared to how he was in the Naruto world, it was like a grown man versus a child, he had practically transformed into a completely different person.

If he returned to the Naruto world in this form, it would naturally raise suspicion. But he didn't care. When the time came, he'd just make up some excuse.

Anyone with a problem? He'd settle it with a single slash. If they could survive a single blow from him, he wouldn't mind making up a better excuse just for them.

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Elsewhere, at a private gathering of the first batch of recruits, Hina found Smoker and spoke with irritation, "Hey, what are you going to do about the field assessment three months from now?"

"Do what we always do," Smoker said with a shrug, unconcerned.

"Huh?" Hina scoffed, annoyed. "Junichi is a Swordsman. If he joins the assessment, nobody else is walking away with anything. This test affects our credits! Don't you want a Devil Fruit?"

Smoker scratched his head at her words. In such a massive organization like the Marines, there were naturally many Devil Fruits available to reward top performers.

At the training camp, each class's top-scoring graduate had the right to choose one Devil Fruit. Originally, it was just Smoker and Hina competing.

But now, with Junichi in the mix, it felt like they didn't stand a chance.

"So what do you propose?" Smoker asked, helpless. "We're only half a semester ahead of him in credits."

"Team up!" Hina said seriously.

"Team up?"

"That's right. We complete the assessment early and don't give him any chance to earn credits!" Hina said firmly.

Smoker fell into thought. After a moment, he slowly nodded. "Alright, I'm in."

Together, they might still have a chance. Otherwise, that Devil Fruit was as good as Junichi's. There was no way they could compete with a Swordsman.

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Meanwhile, inside a single dorm room, Junichi was soaked in sweat, panting heavily, his muscles trembling nonstop.

He called up his system panel in his mind.

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[You have practiced the Rokushiki. Proficiency +1]

[Your Rokushiki proficiency has met the requirement. It has advanced automatically.]

[Rokushiki: (Uninitiated) → (Beginner)]

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In an instant, a torrent of knowledge surged into his mind. Insights, understandings, and techniques for mastering the Rokushiki all became clear to him.

He had fully grasped this superhuman combat system. And it had only been one week since he joined the training camp and started learning them.

If word got out, it would absolutely shock everyone.

In the CP organizations, even with training from childhood, the average time required to master the Rokushiki was twelve years.

Even Rob Lucci, a total monster, needed six years.

"Having a cheat is broken," Junichi sighed with satisfaction, closing his personal panel.

He turned and entered the bathroom to clean up, but suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

He turned toward the mirror.

His Sharingan activated—two tomoe spun, and in an instant, a third tomoe emerged.

A more sinister, mesmerizing light shone in his eyes.

"Three tomoe, huh…" He was a little surprised, but it made sense.

In the One Piece world, with such abundant energy nourishing him, his Sharingan's power had been naturally developing, increasing without emotional stimulation. At this point, it had already been a month since he awakened the two-tomoe Sharingan. Unlocking the third tomoe was a natural progression.

"My rejection rate's almost full too…" Junichi rinsed off, staring into the empty air.

[Rejection Rate: 99.23% / 100%]

"I've mastered the Rokushiki and awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan."

He nodded to himself, muttering, "No point dragging this out anymore. I'll return as soon as my energy is restored."

With that, he finished washing, changed into comfortable clothes, and lay down to rest.

Late at night, he slowly awoke, eyes opening.

All the energy he had burned during the day's training had been fully replenished.

It was time to go home.

System, return to the Naruto world, he said in his mind.

[Return to the Naruto world. Confirm?]

Confirm!

Swoosh!

In the next moment, endless white light surged forth, completely engulfing him.