Chapter 1: Battlefield Analysis Class

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The battlefield roared with chaos—shurikens and kunai flying through the air like deadly whispers.

Behind the front lines, the analysis team worked urgently, each member focused on their assigned tasks.

"Monitor, this is Genin Kaitan, gifted in perception. After graduation, he chose to join the analytical class," Dunko introduced, gesturing toward Kaitan, who stood behind him.

Yamanako raised his eyebrows as he observed the boy. Despite the talent Dunko spoke of, Kaitan's youth was evident.

The Genin stood tall, a wooden Konoha forehead protector tied securely across his head. His eyes, ears, the back of his neck, and the upper part of his forehead were wrapped in layers of white and gray bandages.

"To observe the world without using one's eyes—it seems your perceptual talent is indeed remarkable," Yamanako remarked, his voice carrying the weight of experience.

"Yes… Are you Senior Yamanako? Hello, my name is Kaitan!" Kaitan's excitement was evident as he straightened up under the older man's gaze.

"There's no time for introductions. Dunko, take charge of him. Teach him the mind-reading technique in the shortest time possible. Can you manage that?" Yamanako ordered.

"Yes, Monitor," Dunko replied, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Kaitan's excitement dimmed slightly. He had hoped for direct guidance from a Jōnin. Instead, he was left in Dunko's hands.

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The Ghost Instructor of this analytical class was also quite young at this time. Little did Kaitan know, this instructor was once a regular modern-day man who had stayed up late reading an Hokage inspired novel. His sudden death from sleep deprivation had transported him to the Third Shinobi World War.

Now trapped in this war-torn era, he had been forced to graduate in his fifth year at the academy. Afraid of death, he had sought the safest route, joining the analytical class where physical combat was minimal.

The analysis class had a singular mission: extracting intelligence from the enemy's minds and delivering it to higher authorities.

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Following Dunko, Kaitan arrived at a makeshift base. The battlefield's chaos meant no comfort could be expected here.

"Here's the scroll detailing the mind-reading technique. Given your perceptual abilities, it shouldn't be too difficult to learn. If you have questions, ask me after my assignments are done."

Dunko tossed a scroll to Kaitan before hurrying off.

Kaitan understood the urgency of war. Time was of the essence, and every second wasted could cost lives. Even his classmates—like Might Guy, Ebisu, and Shiranui Genma—had already joined active combat.

His position in the logistics division offered no luxuries of one-on-one training.

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Kaitan unfurled the scroll and removed the bandages covering his eyes, revealing sharp, perceptive orbs.

He had assumed the mind-reading technique would be simple—just a straightforward jutsu. But as he scanned the scroll's contents, he realized its depth.

It detailed not only the technique's execution but also strategies to maximize its effectiveness. It included methods for interpreting fragmented memories and techniques for guarding one's own mind from external intrusion after using the jutsu.

The mind-reading technique was a subject in itself, with execution being the simplest part. Its true mastery lay in understanding the nuances.

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Kaitan dove into the text. As he read, the words seemed to come alive, each concept flowing effortlessly into his mind.

After fully absorbing the instructions, he formed the seals: Wu → Yin.

The chakra flowed smoothly through him, and he executed the mind-reading technique with ease.

Looking around the station, Kaitan realized he had no subjects to test his new ability on. Opting not to waste time, he decided to refine his perceptual skills instead.

Covering his eyes with the bandage again, Kaitan expanded his perception.

At first, his surroundings appeared as faint lines, the outlines of objects and lifeforms flickering in his mind. But as he refined his chakra further, the lines grew sharper.

Within a one-kilometer radius, he could sense small animals like toads and birds, as well as the faint chakra signatures of distant shinobi.

While not as precise as the Byakugan, his perceptual ability was still extraordinary for a civilian-born ninja.

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Kaitan continued practicing basic Genin techniques like the Transformation Jutsu and Clone Jutsu. To his surprise, he noticed a marked improvement in his abilities.

For example, while the standard Transformation Jutsu required detailed observation, Kaitan could now glance at an animal and perfectly replicate its form.

Similarly, his Clone Jutsu, which once took a full second to execute, could now be performed in a fraction of that time.

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"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to focus on the mind-reading technique?" Dunko's voice cut through the air as he approached Kaitan, irritation evident.

This was wartime, and ninjas who disobeyed orders didn't last long.

"I've already learned it, but I didn't have anyone to test it on," Kaitan explained calmly.

Dunko's expression shifted to disbelief. According to the academy's records, Kaitan was only slightly above average in theoretical and ninjutsu studies.

"Follow me."

Without questioning further, Dunko led Kaitan to an underground corridor lined with locked doors. Stopping at one of them, Dunko turned to Kaitan.

"The ninja inside has already undergone mind-reading, so their thoughts are jumbled. Use the technique here—but remember, no showing off."

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Inside the dimly lit room, a disoriented Sunagakure ninja sat slumped against the wall. The effects of previous mind-reading attempts were evident in his vacant expression.

Kaitan stepped forward, his movements precise as he formed the necessary seals. Placing his hands on the ninja's temples, he activated the technique.

Dunko watched from the doorway, his earlier doubts fading.

"He's not bluffing," Dunko murmured, impressed by Kaitan's proficiency.

The moment Kaitan's chakra connected with the Sunagakure ninja's mind, it was as if he had been pulled into a time tunnel.

Memories flashed past him—disjointed fragments of the ninja's life. From his academy days to missions after graduation, each memory carried valuable information.

Though incomplete, the fragments painted a vivid picture of the enemy's tactics and strategies. Kaitan absorbed the knowledge effortlessly, marveling at how easily his mind processed the information.

Emerging from the jutsu, Kaitan couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

"With this skill, my combat experience will rival even those on the front lines," he thought.

Dunko's stern voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Good work, but don't let this go to your head. There's still much to learn."

Kaitan nodded, determination gleaming in his eyes. Despite the war raging outside, he had found his place on the battlefield, and he was ready to make the most of it.