The day I transformed into a genin of Konoha, my system only sent one reminder: Kill evil people to become stronger.
So I took the curling blade and chased the bandit leader for three days and three nights.
"Confucius said Chengren! Mencius said righteousness! Grandson, can you run slower?"
When I cut off the hundredth human head, the system unlocked the [Real Man Domain] - forbidden ninjutsu, pure hand-to-hand combat, life and death situations.
Hatake Kakashi called me crazy until I blocked him at the door of the women's bath for three days and handed him toilet paper in the men's toilet cubicle:
"Kakashi-kun, fight or go to the bathroom? Choose one?"
He ended up breaking seven of my ribs and I crushed the bones in his right hand.
In the pool of blood, I grinned: "The descendant of Hatake who can't even hold a knife is more ridiculous than a lunatic like me, right?"
After that day, there was no white-haired Jonin in front of the Memorial Monument, and there was a shadow wielding a rusty short sword in the training ground.
And I pushed the bloody package out of the mission hall: "Miss Xiyan, please register. Today's heads... Are a bit slippery."
I can't understand it, it's weird