**Chapter 35: System Attribute Test!**

"Naruto."

Sasuke glanced at Naruto, his gaze sharp and penetrating. His expression remained indifferent as always.

"You need to understand something. I am the leader. I can handle my own matters. Until I give you an order, focus on yourself."

His voice was cold, laced with an authority that felt far beyond his age. The maturity of Sasuke’s transmigrated soul radiated an aura that left Naruto visibly shaken.

+5

The numbers in Sasuke’s field of vision jumped again, indicating another successful “cool” moment.

"I-I understand," Naruto stammered, taking a deep breath. He realized he’d gotten a little carried away after mastering the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu.

"Focus on your training," Sasuke instructed, turning to leave the academy grounds. His proud and aloof figure disappeared into the distance.

+3

Another number floated up before Sasuke's eyes.

Naruto stood still, watching Sasuke until he vanished completely. He clenched his fists, determination gleaming in his eyes.

“Sasuke…”

Naruto’s voice was firm. “I’ve earned your acknowledgment, but I know I haven’t truly reached you yet. I’ll work harder!”

Naruto had always been sensitive about these things. He knew the gap between himself and Sasuke still existed, and Sasuke’s recognition was just a small step forward.

“I’ll definitely become Hokage!”

---

Sasuke left the academy behind, heading toward a public training ground he recalled from the map of Konoha.

He preferred to train in a less conspicuous place. The academy's playground was too exposed, and he didn’t want anyone observing him until he fully understood his own strength—especially the peculiar metrics of his "5E1D" panel.

After ten minutes, he arrived. The training ground was a wooded area with weathered wooden stakes marked by years of strikes.

“This will do,” Sasuke muttered, stepping into the center of the clearing.

He opened his system panel, preparing to test his attributes thoroughly.

“I’ve been here for days, and I still don’t know how strong I really am.”

Sasuke’s plan was simple: test the strength of each attribute and see if effort could improve them outside of the system's point allocation.

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**Current System Points: 41**

"Let’s start by adding 1 point to each attribute. The remaining 36 will go into Physique."

He made the allocations, reasoning that it would ensure no attributes remained at zero in case that caused complications.

**System Attributes After Allocation:**
- Spirit: E (1/100)
- Physique: D (147/200)
- Illusion: E (1/100)
- Ninjutsu: E (1/100)
- Strength: E (1/100)
- Speed: E (1/100)

As the points were distributed, Sasuke felt a surge of change within his body. Each attribute brought a distinct sensation.

The most noticeable was his enhanced Physique—his body felt stronger, more resilient.

---

“Sasuke?!”

A voice interrupted his thoughts, jolting him from the panel’s display.

**Hmm?**

Sasuke frowned, caught off guard. He had been so engrossed in his testing that he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching.

This was a critical oversight.

The unexpected interruption sounded a warning bell in Sasuke’s mind. He resolved to only access his system panel in secure locations to avoid being caught off-guard—or worse, ambushed.

Turning, he saw a green blur with a bowl haircut and brows thick enough to rival Crayon Shin-chan’s.

“It’s you,” Sasuke said coolly, his voice tinged with disdain. Standing before him was Rock Lee of Team Guy.

“Where are your teammates?”

+2

“Guy-sensei is busy, so he’ll be here later. Neji and Tenten are resting at home,” Lee answered earnestly, without a hint of deceit.

“Here to train?” Sasuke asked.

“Yes!” Lee replied with unwavering enthusiasm.

“Then let’s train together,” Sasuke said, his tone flat. He needed to test his Physique attribute, and Lee—arguably the best in physical prowess among the Rookie Nine—was a perfect benchmark.

“You… think you can keep up?” Lee asked, his voice not mocking but genuinely concerned. Few could match his intense regimen.

“I’ll do mine, you do yours,” Sasuke replied. His face remained composed, but inwardly, he grimaced.

**500 laps?**

The forest seemed larger than a standard stadium. Completing 500 laps would be a Herculean task—and he wasn’t about to humiliate himself attempting it.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to train together?” Lee asked, confused by Sasuke’s words.

“I’ll start with you,” Sasuke clarified. “But I’ll stick to my own plan.”

“Alright!”

Lee began his warm-up, his movements fluid and precise, honed by years of grueling training. Sasuke watched, attempting to mimic the stretches, though his form lacked refinement.

---

“Hm?”

Lee, always observant, noticed Sasuke’s awkward motions. Though he lacked advanced perception techniques like Neji’s Byakugan, he had an intuitive grasp of physical skills.

A genius like Sasuke struggling with warm-ups caught his attention.

**Genius.**

The word was a brand, seared into Lee’s heart. It drove him to excel and pushed him to pay close attention to anyone labeled as such.

But now, this so-called genius couldn’t even stretch properly?

---

Without hesitation, Sasuke activated his **Sharingan.**

His dark pupils turned crimson, the two tomoe spinning to life.

Time seemed to slow. Lee’s movements, previously a blur, now unfolded in perfect clarity. Every detail was etched into Sasuke’s mind, like a mental playback of Lee’s technique.

This was the power of the Sharingan—a tool to close the gap between genius and mastery.

(End of Chapter)