The Meaning of Effort
"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"
Having just finished a round of running around Konoha Village, Lin Ke switched from running to walking, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for breath.
His lungs desperately squeezed out oxygen to supply his heart, which pumped blood rapidly throughout his body, and sweat quickly squeezed out of his pores.
"Rest for ten minutes, then the next round." After catching his breath, he quickly made a decision.
Before extracting Chakra and discovering his golden finger, he had never trained so hard.
Because he didn't have much expectation for himself, knowing that without anything, even if he became a ninja, he wouldn't be able to influence anything.
But now that he had a golden finger, he had ambition and motivation.
Lin Ke didn't stop. The tired and sore muscles made him feel that if he stopped, he wouldn't have the strength to move again for a short time, so he continued walking along the street.
The human body in the Naruto World is wonderful. Compared to the 40 to 60 trillion cells of humans on Earth in his previous life, the total number of cells in the human body here is more than 130 trillion. Whether it's endurance or physical fitness, it's much stronger than that of humans on Earth.
He knew the slow gains of training in his previous life, and comparing it to the training efficiency in this life, he knew better than anyone in the Naruto World how fast his progress was.
From being sickly when he was three years old to being able to extract Chakra and run continuously for several hours now.
Effort having rewards is a very easy thing to form a positive cycle.
Inside Lin Ke's small body is the soul of an adult. Even if he slacks off and has some negative emotions, he is still doing the right thing.
Such as developing a good habit of working hard and exercising.
Effort can't compare to talent, bloodline, or even destiny, but if he doesn't work hard, he won't be able to do anything.
The mutated ninjutsu golden finger is very powerful, but it doesn't seem to increase his physical fitness. Even his physical fitness determines the extent to which he can apply the golden finger.
So, what reason does he have not to work hard?
Ten minutes passed, and he still felt tired, as if he was wearing a heavy armor, but he still straightened his body and strode forward.
Start running.
"Inhale~ Exhale~" Lin Ke felt tired faster than in the previous laps. He restrained himself by inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, maintaining a steady rhythm.
Even though the people in the Naruto World are comparable to supermen, they don't actually have any special training methods. It's just a very simple matter of desperately consuming physical strength and squeezing the potential of cells.
The rest is all left to talent and bloodline.
He didn't think he was someone who could lead a world in inventing training techniques, so he started with the simplest effort.
No matter what, in such a simple field as effort, I can't lose to a child!
Lin Ke thought of Rock Lee, the genius who was also working hard. Even though he was so tired that he wanted to fall asleep, he still maintained a constant speed and tried to breathe evenly.
Effort!—What's the use of effort?
Mizuki sneered at the glaring word 'effort'.
If effort was useful, he shouldn't just be an ordinary, unsuccessful Chunin.
What laughable effort! He watched Lin Ke, who was still insisting on training in the distance, and sarcastically commented in his heart.
But his expression was somehow a little jealous.
Was it jealousy that he hadn't worked so hard when he was a child, or was it jealousy of the secret technique that this kid had mastered?
Mizuki couldn't quite tell, but that didn't matter. His goal was just to track and find out about the secret technique that the kid might have.
As an examiner, he clearly knew the kid's parents' identities and origins. Now he was just an ordinary orphan with no backing and no messy bloodline.
If he could really and truly take the kid's head off, this level of secret technique would be worth him tracking for a while.
He just didn't expect that Lin Ke would keep training, training, and training for several days in a row.
He gained nothing.
It wasn't that Mizuki hadn't thought about grabbing the kid, forcing him to talk, and interrogating him, but Lin Ke had been staying in the city, with no chance to make a move at all.
The Konoha Village's city was full of ninjas with keen senses, and Anbu were constantly moving in the shadows. The probability of a successful attack was almost zero. Even if someone could grab someone in the city without anyone knowing, it wasn't something he could do.
Damn it, why do you have to do such basic training when you have mastered such a secret technique?
Mizuki thought with some anxiety. He had been following Lin Ke for a full five days. Tomorrow was the opening of the Ninja Academy. Once Lin Ke enrolled, it would be difficult to obtain the secret techniques by force. The Ninja Academy students were very important to Konoha Village, and a mysterious disappearance would definitely be investigated thoroughly by the Anbu.
As a Chunin, even if he was anxious inside, he remained calm enough on the outside. He watched Lin Ke diligently train again, then end his day of cultivation and walk into Ichiraku Ramen.
[Failed to forcefully obtain the secret technique]
He stood across the street from Ichiraku Ramen, making an objective and calm judgment. The anger in his heart was useless, so he should change his plan.
Mizuki's face once again wore a gentle, good-natured smile. He slightly adjusted the shirt inside his green vest and stepped into Ichiraku Ramen.
Honestly, he rarely came to eat ramen.
Tch, that Demon Fox is here too... He caught sight of an orange figure in the corner, devouring ramen, but didn't linger on it. Perhaps some plans had been brewing in his mind for a while, but not now, and certainly not today.
Mizuki pretended to run into Lin Ke and sat next to the kid who had just ordered, smiling, "What a coincidence, Lin Ke."
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Lin Ke, who was starving after training, was initially puzzled by someone striking up a conversation with him. He looked up, saw the green vest, and then the familiar face. Memories flooded his mind, and he remembered seeing Mizuki before, so he said, "Hello, Examiner-sensei."
"You can call me Mizuki," Mizuki introduced himself, and then he saw the kid's face look a little strange.
Why?
Thoughts raced through his mind, and all sorts of guesses appeared in turn, but his expression remained watertight. He naturally ordered a bowl of ramen.
The expression on Lin Ke's face quickly returned to calm, and he politely said, "Mizuki-sensei." After the ramen came, he ate it on his own.
After eating, he got up and took out his shriveled wallet to pay, but Mizuki took the initiative to pay for both bowls of ramen, generously saying, "Since you called me sensei, let me treat you."
"Thank you." Lin Ke didn't decline, bowing politely to express his gratitude, and then without further ado, "Excuse me."
He turned and left, leaving Mizuki, who hadn't finished his ramen, wondering what was going on.
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