Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

"You want to become my disciple?"

Yixin crossed his arms and looked at the kneeling boy with great interest, his face still bearing that carefree, smiling expression.

After returning to the city with Chairman Yagyu Soichiro, he shamelessly ignored the chairman's increasingly dark face and stayed at the Jingshin Meiji-ryu dojo for a sumptuous lunch before finally strolling back, completely satisfied.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at my doorstep, I found that someone had been waiting for me for a long time.

It was the same guy who had been hiding on the hillside in the snow outside the city, spying on him and the guild leader's sparring match.

This kid was quite direct; the moment he saw me, he knelt down firmly and immediately asked to be accepted as my disciple.

"Yes! Please accept me as your disciple, Master Yixin! And teach me martial arts!" Yamagami Genya kowtowed again, his voice coming from the cold stone slab.

"Tsk tsk." Yixin shook his head and clicked his tongue: "You kid, your eyes are like hooks, full of things. Your face is practically written with the words 'bitter and vengeful.' You look like you're carrying a deep-seated hatred, maybe even a family tragedy. Ugh! This kind of disciple is the most troublesome. Teaching them is exhausting, and there's always a lot of trouble to deal with afterwards."

His words were so blunt they were almost cutting, like a cold dagger that directly pierced through the calm facade that Yamagami Genya had been trying so hard to maintain.

Yamagami Haruya trembled, his head drooped even lower, his lips turned white, and the flame of hope that had just risen in his heart seemed to have been doused with a bucket of ice water.

However, just when he thought he would be flatly rejected, Isshin's voice rang out again:

"I ask you, did you learn swordsmanship for revenge?"

Yamagami Genya abruptly raised his head, meeting Isshin's still nonchalant eyes, and answered frankly, even with a kind of resigned despair:

"To be honest, Master, I learned swordsmanship for revenge! A blood feud, an irreconcilable one!"

He paused for a moment, took a breath, and continued:

"But it's not just about revenge; it's also about preventing the tragedy that happened to me from easily befalling others. I don't want to see more people end up like me, with their families destroyed and nowhere to turn for help!"

Isshin didn't say anything, just quietly looked at him. Yamagami Genya also looked back without flinching, even though his heart was pounding like a drum and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Tell me your story first."

Upon hearing this, Yamagami Genya dared not delay. He quickly gathered his thoughts and began to speak in the clearest possible voice: "Master, my name is Yamagami Genya, and I was born in the Land of Hot Springs..."

He began by recounting the story of their former hot spring inn, then moved on to the shadow of war, the departure of his father, the decline of his mother, the seduction by the Holy Spirit Church, the loss of their family fortune, the tragedy of his eldest brother, and finally... his sister's ascension to the afterlife.

Huh?

Why does this story sound so familiar?

As he listened intently, the words seemed familiar, as if he had heard them in a past life. However, he did not delve into it, attributing it to the fact that tragedies in the world are generally similar.

"So, I came to the Land of Iron." Yamagami Genya finished his narration, bowed his head again, and awaited judgment.

"Alright." Yixin finally spoke, her tone as casual as deciding what to eat for dinner: "Then you can start learning from me. But let me make this clear: I can teach you, but how much you learn and whether you can endure the hardship depends on your own abilities. If you feel you can't do it anymore, or if I think you can't, you can leave anytime."

Coincidentally, after he was promoted to Chunin and then to Swordsman, the job description mentioned that "his efficiency in guiding others on swordsman (ninja) skills was slightly improved."

His own body is currently busy in Konoha developing Fire Release ninjutsu and preparing for the future Shinobi World War, so he hasn't had a chance to test the effects.

Since this clone of Yixin had nothing better to do, he decided to take on a disciple to test the waters and see what the quality of this "minor improvement" really was. It seemed like a good idea.

What if it generates some education-related entries?

Although such entries cannot directly enhance his power, they can make his guidance of disciples twice as effective.

Given time, he will naturally gather a group of true masters under his command, becoming his solid wings and foundation.

He also knew that reputation could be amplified by disciples. When a disciple became famous for his exquisite swordsmanship, people would believe that the master's swordsmanship was even more powerful. When a disciple intimidated a region with his strength, people would also think that the master who taught him was more powerful.

Every achievement of his disciples, every bit of amazement and praise they receive, will flow like rivers into the sea, forming an even more powerful torrent of knowledge that will lift him to unimaginable heights.

Just like the Supreme Sage and Teacher of the past, whose wisdom was very high and profound, his lofty status was also inseparable from his generations of disciples.

"Greetings, teacher!" Yamagami Genya was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed.

"Alright, alright, stand up and speak."

"Thank you, teacher!" Yamagami Genya stood up as instructed, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement and gratitude.

He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned around to rummage through his tattered bag, frantically trying to find some money or something else that he could barely offer as a gift for becoming an apprentice.

"Alright, stop rummaging around." Yixin glanced at his embarrassed rummaging and spoke nonchalantly, intending to say, "I don't need your measly trifles."

His gaze, however, happened to sweep over the rough but well-maintained metal gun barrel peeking out from the gap in the package.

He paused, then his eyes lit up slightly.

"Wait!" he changed his mind, pointing to the section of the gun barrel: "Let me see your gun."

As a great swordsman, how could he not have a gun?

枪！

As an extension of Kendo, it is one of the "weapons" worth exploring!

gun?

Yamagami Genya was taken aback, then realized that his teacher was referring to his musket.

He quickly stopped searching, carefully took out the somewhat rough-hewn but perfectly clean musket with both hands, and respectfully handed it over, explaining somewhat nervously:

"Teacher, this is... this is something I pieced together and modified myself during my spare time while on duty. It's just some shady, unsophisticated tricks. I will definitely work hard to cultivate in the future, focus on the way of the sword, and not be distracted by these things again..."

"A strange and ingenious trick?" Yixin took the musket, feeling its weight in his hand. He examined it with interest, checking the barrel and firing mechanism. Hearing this, he shook his head and interrupted him: "Yuanye, this is not something that can be taken lightly."

He raised his head and looked at Yamagami Genya, whose face still showed confusion and unease, and said seriously, "Our Ashina-ryu swordsmanship values ​​the continuous absorption of the strengths of all schools and the convergence of thousands of techniques. Although we are named after the sword, our path is by no means limited to the sword as a weapon."

He weighed the musket in his hand, as if pondering how to use it: "As long as we can win in battle, effectively defeat our opponents, and protect what we want to protect... then any weapon, whether it's a longsword, a short knife, a spear, a bow and arrow, or this musket in your hand that can spew flames and metal, or even explosive tags and cannons, can be, and should be, our weapons."

"Remember this, Motoya. Our Ashina school's precepts can be summarized in four words: adaptability!"

"The essence, in just four words—practicality is all that matters! And the ultimate goal..."

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