The Aftermath of Battle – Victory and Defeat
Satoru leaned back, hands behind his head, gazing at the three young shinobi in front of him with curiosity.
"So, how did today's battle go? Tell me all about it."
Obito immediately slumped, frustration evident on his face.
Kakashi, as usual, maintained his calm demeanor. With a subtle smirk, he casually pulled out a special kunai from his pouch.
"I won," he said simply, eyes glinting with a trace of pride.
Satoru turned to Obito, who looked utterly dejected.
He ruffled Obito's hair in a comforting manner. "Hey, chin up, kid. Losing one fight doesn't mean you've lost everything."
Obito pouted, crossing his arms. "Sensei always says that, but I'm not satisfied! Kakashi won again! And he even got a fancy kunai from you! I want a cool weapon too!"
Satoru chuckled. "Then work hard. Once you prove yourself, I won't be stingy."
Obito groaned but didn't argue further.
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Major Problem: Sensei is the Disciple of the Pervy Sage!?
Obito suddenly turned to Satoru, eyes filled with disbelief.
"Sensei… sensei… why did you agree to become the disciple of that perverted old man!?"
Satoru: "..."
Obito continued, his face full of exaggerated despair. "A legendary Hokage's teacher is actually the student of a pervy sage!? Does that mean I… I have to call him grandmaster!?"
The more he thought about it, the more his face twisted in horror.
He envisioned Jiraiya kneeling before him, tears streaming down his face, clutching Obito's leg in desperation.
"Forgive me, great Hokage! Have mercy on me!!!"
In his fantasy, Obito stood tall, his Hokage cloak billowing in the wind, arms crossed as he coldly declared:
"Hmph! So you finally understand who the real strongest is!"
But then it hit him… if Jiraiya was his grandmaster, wouldn't that mean he couldn't enact revenge on him anymore!?
His imagined glory shattered in an instant.
He clutched his head and wailed, "Nooooooo!!!"
Satoru and Eren exchanged glances, barely holding back their laughter.
Satoru smirked and said lightly, "Obito, don't underestimate that perverted old man. He's stronger than you think."
The three young shinobi looked at him skeptically.
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### **The Legendary Feats of Jiraiya**
Satoru began his tale:
"Jiraiya-sama once fought the Three-Tails alone. He also survived a battle against Hanzo of the Salamander, the so-called 'Demi-God' of the ninja world."
"He has traveled across nations, gathering invaluable intelligence, saving countless lives…"
The trio's mouths fell open.
Gai clenched his fists in admiration. "So passionate! So youthful! Even the Pervy Sage is burning with the flames of youth!"
Kakashi nodded in acceptance.
Obito, however, still wasn't convinced. He crossed his arms and huffed. "I don't buy it! Sensei, you've definitely been tricked by that old man!"
Satoru chuckled. "Believe what you want. But one day, you'll understand just how terrifying Jiraiya truly is—not just in strength, but in his ninja way."
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### **The Secret of Armament Haki – Obito Awakens the Sharingan!**
Satoru suddenly clapped his hands together, eyes glinting with excitement.
"Hey, you three… do you remember the technique that enhances physical attacks and fortifies the body, covering the arms in a black aura?"
Obito's eyes lit up like a pair of lanterns, his voice shrill with excitement:
"Sensei! Sensei! I love you! Are you going to teach me that technique!?"
He immediately began daydreaming, picturing himself surrounded by a flurry of shuriken.
Rin would shout in concern:
"Obito! Watch out!"
But at that moment, Armament Haki would coat his arms!
**CLANG!**
The shuriken would bounce off, completely ineffective.
Rin would stare in awe, her eyes shimmering with admiration…
Just as he was grinning like an idiot, Obito snapped back to reality—only to find Satoru, Eren, and Kakashi staring at him with deadpan expressions.
Satoru couldn't resist giving him a **"gentle"** fist bump to the head.
Obito clutched his skull, tears brimming in his eyes. "S-Sensei… that hurt…!"
Kakashi, unfazed, nodded in agreement. "Sensei, that technique does seem quite intriguing."
Satoru grinned and said:
"I'll leave behind three training scrolls for Armament Haki. You're all still struggling with Observation Haki, but I'll be away for two months on an assignment from the Hokage, so I want you to train in the meantime."
He summoned three scrolls from his system inventory.
The trio gulped in anticipation, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Satoru's expression turned serious.
"Remember, this is a secret technique of the Hoshino clan, something I developed myself. I trust you three as my family."
"Memorize it well—then burn the scrolls. Understood?"
The three young shinobi, deeply moved, felt an unspoken bond forming between them and Satoru.
Satoru smiled and ruffled their hair.
"Train diligently in the western forest. When I return in two months, I'll have rewards based on your progress!"
They all nodded with determination.
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### **Celestial Transformation Pill – To Eat or Not to Eat!?**
That night, after seeing the kids off, Satoru and Eren meditated under the moonlight.
The night breeze carried the faint scent of pine and damp earth, a calm settling over the village.
Satoru retrieved a small, unassuming pill from his sleeve.
A **Celestial Transformation Pill**.
A black, marble-like sphere that exuded an eerie yet enticing fragrance.
He narrowed his eyes and asked his system:
"Hey, what's the deal with this pill? You better give me the truth."
[...]
A three-second silence.
Then:
[Hey, Satoru, you coward! If you're not going to eat it, give it back!]
Satoru: "..."
He smirked. "Dream on. Spill it."
[Ting! Deducting 50 points. Remaining balance: 3,400 points.]
[The **Celestial Transformation Pill** is an artifact from the immortal realm. Coveted by elders, it restructures one's fate and physique.]
[Effects: Enhances comprehension, elevates potential, and awakens hidden power.]
Satoru frowned. "Sounds decent. Any side effects?"
[Side effects include:]
✔ Becoming more handsome, exuding celestial charm.
✔ Natural charisma increase, attracting admirers effortlessly.
✔ Extends lifespan by 500 years.
Satoru: "..."
He stared at the pill in his hand, deep in thought.
Part of him wanted to toss it away.
Another part wondered if Eren should take it instead.
The wind whispered through the leaves, and under the silver glow of the moon, Satoru found himself at a crossroads.
To eat… or not to eat…
**END OF CHAPTER 66.**