Naruto: I Am Uzumaki Naruto!?

Inside a run-down house, I sat cross-legged on my bed, eyes closed, my consciousness diving into the study interface.

[Physical Training Mode: Taijutsu Training]

[Taijutsu Training: Grants the host one month's worth of physical training memory, enhancing overall physical fitness.]

[Cost: 1,000 ryo]

[Ninjutsu Mode: Clone Technique]

[Clone Technique: Grants the host one month's worth of ninjutsu training memory, improving proficiency in Clone Jutsu.]

[Cost: 1,000 ryo]

[Weapon Mode: Kunai Training]

[Kunai Training: Grants the host one month's worth of kunai training memory, improving accuracy and physical strength.]

[Cost: 5,000 ryo]

I looked at my balance.

"One million ryo!"

Without hesitation, I invested in two rounds of taijutsu training.

The taijutsu training option faded to gray, and in the next moment, two months' worth of brutal training memories flooded my mind.

It felt like I had become Lee for a time, enduring relentless hellish workouts.

When the transfer ended, I could feel the changes in my body. My once-thin frame had strengthened, the effects of long-term malnutrition slowly reversing.

I reached out and grabbed the corner of my wooden table.

I barely used any strength, yet—

Crack!

The decayed wood snapped like a twig.

I smirked.

"Hey, Kurama, what do you think of my physique now?"

Lazily opening his crimson eyes, the fox scoffed. "Pathetic."

"If I got out of here, I could blow you away with a single sneeze."

I rolled my eyes. "Real helpful, thanks."

Still, despite his insults, he gave an honest evaluation.

"You're about as strong as a teenager in their late teens. Still weak, but not bad for your age."

I wasn't discouraged. Years of malnourishment had done serious damage, and just reaching this level was already an improvement.

I turned my attention back to the study interface.

This time, I picked Kunai Training—three rounds.

As the memories surged into my mind, I experienced an entire month of relentless practice. Throwing kunai, parrying attacks, using it in close-quarters combat…

When the transfer ended, I instinctively flipped a kunai between my fingers. The motion was smooth, precise, natural.

With a flick of my wrist—

Clang!

The kunai struck dead center on a black spot on my doorframe.

I smiled.

I could probably throw eight kunai at once, all accurate, without losing any power.

"Guess I'll buy some kunai later…"

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The next morning, I woke up early, grabbed breakfast at Ichiraku Ramen, and headed to the village market.

"Boss, I'll take that light orange short-sleeved shirt."

"Wrap up that red cloak for me."

"Let me try on those pants."

"Give me a haircut—make it soft and tidy."

With money in my pocket, I could finally afford to take care of myself properly.

After a quick shopping spree, I changed into my new clothes and rubbed some red eyeshadow at the corners of my eyes.

Staring at my reflection, I let out a small chuckle.

"Not bad. Looks… decent, at least."

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"Boss, I'll take ten kunai."

The weapons shop owner looked up. The moment his eyes landed on me, his expression twisted in disgust.

"Ten thousand ryo. Take it or leave it."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Ten thousand?"

"Aren't kunai normally priced between five hundred and a thousand ryo?"

The shopkeeper took a drag from his cigarette and sneered.

"That's other people's price. Your price is ten times higher."

I glanced at the fur coat he was wearing. With a subtle flick of my finger, a tiny spark ignited on the hem.

The shopkeeper remained oblivious.

"Didn't you hear me? Get lost—"

Fwoosh!

Flames exploded across his clothes.

"Aaaahhh!!!"

He shrieked, thrashing and rolling on the ground, but the fire only spread faster, licking up the nearby shelves.

While he screamed in agony, I calmly stepped inside and grabbed a few kunai from the display.

Ten kunai. No money spent.

Perfect.

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With around 40,000 ryo left, I decided to make another stop.

The flower shop.

"Boss, I'll take a bouquet of lilies."

A girl behind the counter, busy arranging flowers, responded without looking up.

"Okay, please wait a moment. I'll just finish tying this—"

She froze.

Her pale blonde hair framed a delicate face, her blue eyes widening in shock.

The chrysanthemum she had been holding slipped from her fingers.

She stared at me like she had just seen a ghost.

"You… you…!"

I blinked.

Wait.

I know her.

"Yamanaka… Ino?"

Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes filled with disbelief.

"You're—Uzumaki Naruto!?"

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