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Inside the training room.
After chatting with Kanda Rokuro for a bit, Okamoto said, "You should rest for now. Starting tomorrow, you will join Class 5 and train with them. If you have any questions about training, you can always come to me, and I will answer them one by one!"
Rokuro hurriedly bowed to Okamoto. "Thank you, Lord Okamoto!"
Okamoto smiled. "As long as you train hard and get promoted to the Konoha Headquarters early, becoming a Special Jōnin or a Jōnin, that will be the greatest thanks to me..."
Rokuro nodded and said seriously, "Don't worry, Lord Okamoto, I will definitely become a Jōnin!"
Okamoto patted Rokuro's head. "I hope so. Work hard. I've been here for almost six years, and in my opinion, your talent is the best. That inexhaustible stamina of yours might just allow you to become a Taijutsu Jōnin like Might Guy!"
Might Guy?
Finally, a familiar name.
Since Okamoto referred to Might Guy as a Jōnin.
That meant the current time period should be within the few years before the start of the Naruto plot!
Too early! Might Guy wouldn't be a Jōnin yet.
Too late! The Konoha Orphanage (Root branch) probably wouldn't exist anymore. After all, the orphanage was run by Danzo. If Danzo died, the orphanage wouldn't exist.
Thinking of this.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The memories in his mind were all memories of suffering.
There were no memories related to the ninja world at all. He had been worried that he had arrived too early or too late, neither of which would be good for him.
But if it was a few years before the plot started, then there wasn't much of a problem.
This period.
Was a time of peace in the ninja world.
There wouldn't be any major wars that would drag him in and get him killed before he finished his training.
A few days ago, he had wanted to ask what year it was, but he was afraid of attracting attention and potentially being treated as a spy and tortured.
His small, frail body.
Couldn't withstand torture right now.
So he hadn't asked and had simply kept a low profile while training.
Having thought it through.
He asked Okamoto curiously, "My Lord, who is this Might Guy you mentioned?"
Okamoto smiled. "Might Guy is a Jōnin. You'll know when you go to the Konoha Headquarters. There, you will learn all kinds of knowledge about the ninja world. For now, just focus on your training. I think you should be able to go to the Headquarters within a year!"
Hearing this.
Rokuro didn't ask any further.
Asking more might make Okamoto suspicious.
He bowed to Okamoto and said, "Take care, Lord Okamoto!"
Okamoto nodded, turned around, and left.
When he reached the door, he looked back at Rokuro and reminded him again, "Train hard. Whether I can be transferred back to Headquarters might depend on you!"
Uh!
No wonder Okamoto is so good to me.
It seems if he cultivates a Jōnin, he gets to return to Konoha Headquarters.
Watching Okamoto leave.
Rokuro shook his head and wandered around the training room.
After wandering for a while.
He felt a bit sleepy.
He returned to the small room in the corner to rest.
Inside the room.
The space was relatively small.
It was about the same as a single room in a hotel, but it had everything necessary.
Rokuro took a shower in the bathroom and then lay down on the bed to rest.
The current timeline was relatively stable. He had time to improve his strength. If he could become a Jōnin before he turned ten, he would be at least Kage-level by the time the Fourth Great Ninja War rolled around, which would be enough to save his life.
If he became even stronger.
Then he could go thrash Madara Uchiha and Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.
Thinking!
Thinking!
Rokuro slowly drifted off to sleep.
Early Morning.
He went to the training grounds as usual. Under Okamoto's guidance, he joined Class 5 and began training with them. With his ability to never tire, his progress was the fastest even in Class 5. By 10:00 AM, he had finished all the training.
Normally.
He would have continued training with the group.
But now that he had privileges, he naturally wouldn't stay on the training grounds.
Under the envious gazes of many children, he returned to his "home" to train.
At home.
Completing the Daily Training Quest was even easier.
He finished the quest around noon.
He went to the cafeteria for lunch, then returned to the training room to continue. Right now, these basic exercises gave him nearly 20 Experience Points a day. To get to Konoha Headquarters sooner, he wouldn't waste a single point.
As for the children on the training grounds and his former companions in Class 9, he didn't care about them at all.
He had been at the orphanage for eight days.
He was already very familiar with the rules here.
The children here had no time to cultivate friendships. Everyone trained bitterly. If talking to someone delayed their training progress, they might fail the year-end assessment and be kicked out.
So the children here basically didn't know each other.
Or rather.
They didn't have time to know each other.
If the children could endure until they were ten without being dismissed.
They would be sent to Konoha Headquarters. After two years of training there, they would become Root Genin.
And Root Genin.
Were basically cannon fodder.
However!
Becoming cannon fodder Genin.
Was still better than going back to starve to death.
So a large number of children were willing to persist until they were ten.
If they wanted to avoid becoming cannon fodder.
They had to place in the top three in the annual assessment before they turned ten.
If they did, Root would provide resources to nurture them properly at Headquarters.
That way, they would become at least Chūnin in the future.
Instructor Okamoto had come from such a background.
Everyone was busy cultivating.
Everyone had a sense of crisis in their hearts.
Naturally, they had no interest in talking to others.
Take the quest with Miya Fukada seven days ago. If Rokuro hadn't been appreciated by Okamoto, Fukada wouldn't have stopped his own training for him.
Since others ignored him.
He naturally wouldn't pay attention to others.
Especially Class 9. That was a temporary class. Once the one-month training period ended, the bottom half of the class would be sent back to where they came from. The remaining half would be merged into Class 8 to train with them.
In any case.
In this place.
There was no such thing as friendship.
Everyone only thought about training hard and staying here.