Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several months had passed.
During these months, Ruofeng had grown noticeably—especially in height. At a glance, he no longer looked like a six-year-old child.
At this moment, he sat quietly in his courtyard, enjoying the gentle breeze as he stared at the chakra slowly spinning in his right palm.
"Buzz… buzz…"
Visible to the naked eye, the chakra gathered and swirled, forming a tiny whirlwind.
A faint smile appeared on Ruofeng's face as he gazed at the blue sphere in his palm. "Rasengan."
As the word left his lips, the chakra gradually dispersed.
Ruofeng stepped out of the pool and looked up at the clear blue sky. "Finally… I've mastered the Rasengan."
He spoke calmly, his eyes filled with thought.
Several months had passed since that gathering at the training grounds.
Throughout this time, Ruofeng focused solely on training and avoided all other matters. He knew exactly what that emergency summons had meant.
War.
The Second Shinobi World War had already moved past its early chaos and the grinding stalemate of the middle stage. Now, it had entered its most violent and explosive phase.
The intense battles of the early stage had claimed the lives of many powerful shinobi. In the middle stage, both sides had relied on constant clashes and attrition, tempering countless warriors in blood and fire. Now, in the late stage, those forged in battle had begun to erupt with terrifying power.
This escalation was inevitable.
Yet this outbreak also carried a hint of coincidence—one that was indirectly tied to Ruofeng himself.
Tsunade's severe injury to the Tsuchikage had ignited the fury of Iwagakure. Though the Tsuchikage eventually recovered, the humiliation and rage pushed the Stone shinobi to launch a full-scale invasion of the Land of Fire, completely detonating the war.
Perhaps because the timeline had shifted forward, what should have been a brutal and tragic conflict now felt strangely dramatic. The new generation, still immature, was thrown into savage battles. But through constant fighting, they rapidly grew stronger, and the overall level of combat continued to rise.
It was a process of gradual escalation—each clash fiercer than the last—until everything would eventually culminate in a world-shaking final battle.
Ruofeng saw this clearly. But he also knew that, for now, the Second Shinobi World War had nothing to do with him.
Perhaps, in the future, he might catch the tail end of it. But he had no desire to step onto the battlefield.
This wasn't fear.
Nor was it cowardice.
It was simple disdain.
Ruofeng understood all too well that the so-called great wars of the shinobi world were, at their core, absurd.
The ancient conflict between Asura and Indra had begun merely over the leadership of Ninshū.
The wars that followed were even more ridiculous. During the Warring States Period, shinobi clans acted as mercenaries, slaughtering each other for money.
Sometimes, Ruofeng couldn't help but sigh. Those clans had fought for wealth, only to eventually drown in endless cycles of hatred. What began as mercenary work turned into blood feuds with no meaning left at all. Perhaps Black Zetsu had manipulated events from the shadows, but even so, the initial cause remained laughable.
If money was lacking, why not simply seize it?
Back then, ordinary people had no power to resist shinobi at all.
The Second Shinobi World War at least made some sense—imbalanced economic development between nations leading to conflict.
But the Third War? It erupted simply because the Third Kazekage went missing.
As for the Fourth War… it was even more absurd, a war fought in the name of peace.
With his memories of Earth, Ruofeng found the very idea of "peace through war" hard to swallow. The shinobi world's conflicts were, in many ways, nonsensical.
What meaning would there be for him to join such wars?
To gain strength?
If strength was his goal, he only needed to keep training—and wait for the Junk Station to deliver its rewards.
As for combat experience, that could be gained through assassination missions outside the battlefield. Such tasks would provide real combat exposure while remaining far safer. On the battlefield, with thousands—sometimes tens of thousands—clashing at once, anything could happen.
But setting all that aside, today was a day worth celebrating.
He had finally mastered the Rasengan.
Ruofeng returned to his room, changed his clothes, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"Although mastering the Rasengan has greatly improved my combat power, it didn't trigger any new drops from the Junk Station. My own growth alone isn't enough—it has to reach a certain level."
In the past few months, the Junk Station had activated only twice, and neither time had it produced items from high-tier worlds. Through these experiences, Ruofeng gradually pieced together its rules.
First: The stronger he became, the higher the level of the world from which the junk originated. In other words, his growth directly determined the quality of the rewards.
Second: The frequency of drops was irregular. Aside from triggering rewards through major breakthroughs, the station also had fixed cycles. At first, it produced junk once a year. But as Ruofeng grew older, that interval shortened to once every four months. He suspected it would become even more frequent in the future.
Third: Only fundamental improvements in strength could trigger high-level drops. Minor progress would yield nothing. But a major leap would bring junk from far stronger worlds. The greater the leap, the higher the tier of the reward.
With these rules clear, Ruofeng began training with clear goals in mind.
In the shinobi world, growth centered around chakra, ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu. Over these months, he had finally mastered the Rasengan—one of the most advanced and versatile techniques in existence.
In battle, he was confident that with the Rasengan, he could defeat any opponent of the same level.
Yet the Junk Station remained completely silent.
This made one thing clear: learning new techniques, while boosting combat ability, did not count as true growth in the eyes of the station.
Only fundamental improvements—his physical body, mental strength, or chakra reserves—could trigger new rewards. And not small gains, but explosive leaps forward.
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