Chapter 32: Ten Percent!
"This is..."
Kitagawa Gen felt his entire body burning up with energy, leaving him montarily stunned.
He knew exactly what was happening—he had experienced this sensation multiple tis already.
"Spatial abilities... are really tied to the bloodline?"
Although he’d long suspected this, feeling the tangible change brought by it left him a bit dazed.
What doesn’t this bloodline co with, seriously?
"Now that I think about it, these guys could travel the cosmos with just their bodies, searching for habitable planets. Their space manipulation is probably as innate as their flight abilities..."
With that thought, Gen didn’t even know what to say anymore.
But he was starting to understand more and more why the Ōtsutsuki clan, despite being absurdly powerful, kept getting outmaneuvered by the so-called "little monkeys" they looked down on.
"It’s because they’re too strong. They never needed to think things through—they just steamrolled everything. So when they finally faced soone using strategy and intellect..."
It was like dinosaurs: apex predators who could feast on anything, spending their days just chomping down on other dinosaurs. They never had to evolve brains—it was just wasted energy. The Ōtsutsuki clan could crush everything in their path, so why bother learning or innovating?
Shaking his head, Kitagawa Gen waited for the heat in his body to subside. Once it did, he imdiately pulled up his status panel.
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Na: Kitagawa Gen
Age: 13
Bloodline: Ōtsutsuki Clan (Developnt: 10%)
Chakra Reserves: S (Kage-level average)
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Looking at the updated stats, Gen pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"Comprehending spatial power actually bumped it up 2%... So now I’m officially a ’Ten Percent Ōtsutsuki,’ huh?"
Still, just 10% bloodline developnt gave him such an insane chakra reserve. He couldn’t help but look forward to what ca next.
He understood that among ninjas—or rather, humans—chakra capacity was typically quite limited.
Only a handful had reserves that surpassed normal expectations. Take Kisa, for example—his chakra levels were practically on par with a Tailed Beast.
"Then there’s Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara... They probably did reach—or even surpass—Tailed Beast levels."
Hashirama, in particular, was just absurd. His uniqueness was jaw-dropping.
The endless war between Indra and Asura’s descendants was supposed to play out with the Asura side teaming up with Tailed Beasts and everyone else to fight Indra’s forces.
But Hashirama?
Sure, he tead up with people—but he soloed Madara.
And the Tailed Beasts? He sealed them, tad them, even sold them. He didn’t need help at all!
It wasn’t until Naruto ca along that the cycle returned to sothing resembling "normal."
Saying Hashirama surpassed Asura? Gen would absolutely believe it.
And Uchiha Madara? He was the only one who left even Hashirama exhausted and battered.
"So... is this system rating based on human standards, or sothing else entirely?"
Either way, Gen didn’t really care anymore—as long as he could keep developing, that was all that mattered!
"The more I unlock, the more my body improves. My perception, my physical strength—it’s all increasing. Especially my eyes..."
He rubbed his eyes, feeling the rush of chakra surge even faster after this latest upgrade.
Maybe soon... he’d develop new eyes of his own.
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"Hey, Gen? What’re you doing here?"
Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice called out. Gen didn’t even bother looking up, casually replying:
"I noticed you earlier. I was wondering what you were doing here, Naruto."
Turning around, he saw Naruto staring at him with that trademark goofy curiosity.
"Aren’t you supposed to be in class?"
"Dude, class ended already!"
Naruto looked at him with a mix of exasperation and amusent.
"What the heck are you doing? Lost track of ti or what?"
"I’m training hard. Unlike so people," Gen said with a grin, standing up and stretching.
"But since class is done... how about so ran? I’m starving."
"You bastard! You’re trying to scam again!"
Naruto groaned. This wasn’t the first ti Gen had used that excuse.
Still, he followed along naturally, even as a thought popped into his head, making him twitch.
"Also, you jerk! What kind of technique did you teach ?! Sasuke called a pervert because of it—unbelievable!"
"Huh?"
Gen blinked in confusion. "Sasuke? You were practicing the Sexy Jutsu—how did Sasuke get involved?"
"Sexy Jutsu?! Great, you even nad it! You’re definitely a pervert!"
"Stick to the point."
"I don’t even know! He kept following around to see what I was doing, then I tried it a few tis and he yelled at , called disgusting, and stord off!"
"..."
Gen looked at Naruto’s indignant face, unsure what to say.
Just because you like pranks doesn’t an others can handle them—especially sothing like the Sexy Jutsu.
"Wait. You said you tried it a few tis... it worked?"
"Not exactly. Still needs tweaking," Naruto said, clearly frustrated. "Can’t believe I trusted you."
"Not bad, then," Gen said with a smirk, patting Naruto on the shoulder.
"My treat today. Show what you’ve got—I’ll give you so feedback."
"Why does it feel like you’re up to sothing..."
"Nonsense. I trained with Master Jiraiya for days. I know what his type is—trust on this."
Gen silently decided to find a cara later.
A recorded performance of the Seventh Hokage’s early Sexy Jutsu trials? Pure gold. Blackmail material, for sure.
One day, if Naruto pissed him off, he could just whisper: "You wouldn’t want these pictures getting out, would you?"
The two bickered the whole way to Ichiraku, laughing like idiots.
But just as they neared the ran stand, Gen suddenly frowned.
Sothing felt... off.
He turned his head—and saw a girl with pale white eyes staring at him with the sa confused look...
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anwhile, in the Hokage’s Office—
"Old man, let handle this mission!"
Jiraiya slamd his hands on the desk, clearly fired up.
"I already planned to assign it to you," Hiruzen said, scratching his ear, wincing from the volu.
"But I have one condition."
"Na it."
"Take Gen with you."
"What?"
Jiraiya looked confused. What the heck was the kid coming for?
But he wasn’t stupid—after a mont’s thought, he figured it out.
"You’re bringing him so I won’t go overboard, huh?"
"Exactly."
Hiruzen nodded without hesitation.
"I know you’ve matured a lot, but the situation in Kirigakure is urgent. As for Orochimaru... I’m prioritizing intel. You and Orochimaru share a history—that’s exactly why I want Gen to co along. His presence will keep you grounded. And he’s not weak. If he can take on Jūzō Biwa, he’s more than qualified."
Even if Gen lacked real combat experience, he could still assist and analyze effectively.
This mission could be a critical step in his growth.
Hiruzen had many flaws—his infamous solo stand during the Chūnin Exams being just one of them—but no one could deny his efforts in promoting talented civilians.
Jiraiya. Orochimaru. Even Minato Namikaze—none of them ca from elite clans.
"Fine, I got it," Jiraiya muttered after so thought. "I’ll take him."
"Good."
Hiruzen smiled.
"By the way—how’s his Flying Thunder God training coming along?"
"Oh... that?"
Jiraiya scratched his head awkwardly.
"Yeah... that’s gonna take a while..."
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