บท 4: Chapter 3: Time is running out
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Time went by, amazing, isn't it? Day by day, month by month, year by year. Boruto, severely limited by his biological age, was now mostly concerned with strengthening his own chakra control. Walking on walls, ceilings, trees, and of course water surfaces. All those basic training methods he remembered from the anime.
The basics of existence in the shinobi world were quite simple. Whoever was stronger was right. And strength, in turn, was directly dependent on chakra, or rather on what that chakra allowed you to use - ninja techniques;
There were only three basic types of techniques: genjutsu, ninjutsu, and taijutsu. The first two required the direct use of chakra, while the third was based on pure physical strength and martial skills. Boruto left the taijutsu aside for now, but he wanted to learn how to use ninjutsu as soon as possible.
To do so, he began to learn hand seals, a special way of folding his palms and fingers that helped him manifest chakra outside of his own body, thus creating techniques. There were no questions as to why he was practicing and moreover excelling at such an early age. After all, in this world there was such a concept as "genius", that is, someone who was smart and skillful beyond his years, and in the future will become one of the extremely strong shinobi. The fact that such a genius was born in the family of Naruto, the strongest of the Hokage and Kage in general, was quite expected. He had to nod and do what he wanted and could do for the time being, but he had no choice but to keep doing what he wanted to do.
Boruto started learning the techniques from the very basics, as a diligent student should. The so-called E-rank, which included only basic skills and a couple of techniques, was his first test. Luckily for him, the training was quite simple, he read the necessary scrolls from the home library, then consulted with his mother, who, despite her harmless appearance, was a very formidable shinobi. And finally, he would start trying it himself, until....
[You have learned the Cloning Technique. It is now always available in your arsenal. Current Technique Arsenal Value: 4;].
- Super! - Boruto grinned contentedly. - And to reinforce...
His palms came together at chest level and folded into four seals in turn. After that, three of his own clones appeared beside him. Two on the right, one on the left. They were illusions, incapable of independent action and suitable only for distraction, but the young shinobi knew well that great things almost always begin with small ones. Studying basic techniques, which were useless in a serious battle, would allow him to learn more complex ones tomorrow. The young shinobi knew very well that great things almost always started small, but he knew that learning the basic techniques that were useless in a serious fight would allow him to learn more complex ones tomorrow.
- Okay, what's next? - Digging through the pile of scrolls lying on the floor, Boruto pulled out one he found particularly interesting. - Oh! Just what we need...
After carefully reading all the instructions for use and memorizing the sequence of seals, the guy began to slowly fold them in front of him. Once, then a second and a third time, until....
[You have learned the Transfiguration Technique. It is now always available in your arsenal. Current Technique Arsenal Value: 3;].
[Attention: This technique is one of the conditions for obtaining the following system skills: "Total Reincarnation".]
[Other prerequisites for the skill:].
[Having at least two girls in the harem]
[Chakra control score of at least 150]
- I see...
Muttering something to himself, Boruto slowly approached the mirror. His chakra control was already close to the desired values, but girls were difficult to deal with. The biological age of his body literally cut off the possibility of being taken seriously. Even Hinata, who had already been dumbfounded by his alpha male status, still considered him a child, albeit an overdeveloped one.
- What if...
Smiling, Boruto began folding the seals again. He applied his newfound transformation technique over and over again. Until he finally got the results he wanted. Taking a step back, the boy let a victorious smile stretch across his face. Now, from the mirror, he wasn't looking at a cocky little pussy with a shinobi bandage on his forehead. Now he was looking in the mirror not at a cocky little twat with a shinobi bandage sliding down his forehead, but at an adult, especially by the standards of the shinobi world, a young man with a gorgeous white smile and a very impressive muscular body. Yes, it was only the effect of the technique, which could always be dispelled and everything returned to the way it was. However, as it is known, people meet people by the cover, even if they know that the cover is false. And the difference between the images of the "new" and "old" Boruto was just plain obvious....
A cautious knock on the door made the boy break away from contemplating his new self and return to the real world.
- Uh-huh?
- Sorry to interrupt. - Hinata opened the door. - I just...ouch!
Seeing the grown up version of her son, the woman froze in place for a second, and then a slight smile ran across her face.
- Boruto! You've already started learning the techniques? Good for you.
- Uh-huh.
Suddenly, an idea popped into Boruto's head that he found amusing. With a sly grin, he took a step toward the intruder, simultaneously lifting his shirt up on his stomach and slightly higher.
- Mom, I need your help!
Without waiting for the woman to realize anything, he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. His mother's face was close to his own now, the open palm of her right hand resting on his muscular chest.
- W-what is it? - Hinata's eyes involuntarily darted around. - Son?
- I need to check if my technique is up to par! - Smirking once again, Boruto ran his mother's palm over his chest and abs on his stomach. - Right here and right here...how do you like my body?
- Uh, I...
Hinata's face flushed unusually fast, yet she didn't even try to break free from her son's 'trap', and her hand even began to gingerly make independent movements on his body.
- Well... as far as I can tell....
- Speak plainly, Mom!
- Your body is beautiful! - After saying that, Hinata finally lowered her tomato red face. - And Boruto...you've definitely mastered this technique well!
[Hinata has done everything you forced her to do. The authority bar is full, and you get +1 to your alpha status.]
[Hinata's excitement has reached its limit. The Attitude and Submission parameters have reached their optimum values...]]
"Which means I could easily have sex with her." - Boruto smiled crookedly in his head. - "You don't even need a system for such a conclusion, just by looking at her face and the moist spot between her legs, however my biological body...be damned!"
[Error 804 - Raging Roskomposor! The minimum age of one of the intended partners has not reached the required mark! User, wait for your biological body to mature or find a way to increase your biological age artificially. Otherwise, you will be directed to the nearest save point when attempting to perform sexual intercourse].
- B-boruto...
Hinata's cautious voice tore the boy away from contemplating the system windows he had already seen earlier.
- Yes, thank you very much, mom! - Abruptly bringing his face closer, Boruto kissed the embarrassed woman on the lips. - You've helped me a lot!
- Okay! I'll go then, don't forget, we have lunch soon!
Hinata immediately pulled away from her son in a panic, wrapping her arms around her burning face and staring at the floor, she ran out of the room. Boruto knew exactly where his mother was going. To be exact, there were only two options, either to the bathroom or to a private room. The option of listening or watching a grown woman satisfy herself in a hurry, while making a lot of squelching sounds and moans, was very tempting, but the guy decided not to tempt fate. It was unusually difficult to watch this and not burst into the room in the middle of it, and considering the fact that he wasn't going to have sex anyway, it was doubly frustrating.
- Fuck it. - Boruto glanced at the calendar on the wall and returned to studying the scrolls of techniques. - I've lived through so many years, I'll live through more, and when the hour comes...no, it's not funny. In a paradise of a bunch of seductive kunoichi, I'm forced to do nothing but watch...someone is definitely messing with me!
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