"Single Tomoe Sharingan!"
"Normal Effect: Slows down enemy attack speed, insight is improved!"
"Special Effect: 30% chance to cast Genjutsu, 30% chance to copy the opponent's magic!"
Arlan clicked to check the effects of the Sharingan in this world. Although there was only a 30% chance for Genjutsu and copying magic, it was still very exciting. Most importantly, he could finally use Ninjutsu in this world!
Plus, with his Taijutsu learned from Might Guy, once he opens the Eight Gates, won't he be able to crush whoever he wants!
"Next is grinding mobs for points!"
The only way to get points from this system was to grind mobs for points, which is a very common leveling method.
Arlan left the Skeleton Cave and dragged his weary body toward the church down the mountain. Today was truly a productive day. Arlan shook his aching arms; if only he could exchange for a bottle of healing potion right now.
Honing Taijutsu isn't like cultivating Chakra or meditating for magic where diligence alone is enough. Training Taijutsu is like maintaining equipment; if you only wear it down without knowing how to maintain it, you'll soon ruin your body.
Before, he had Chakra to nourish him, but now he had just accumulated a tiny bit. This bit of Chakra would dissipate into his limbs before it could even reach his hands.
"Grrr—"
A mountain wolf that had been hungry for three days crouched low, staring intently at Arlan as he walked down the mountain. When Arlan exposed his defenseless back, the mountain wolf suddenly lunged out, its drooling teeth smelling foul even from a distance!
"Youth really is a Konoha Whirlwind!"
Arlan's waist twisted incredibly, his body instantly performing a 360-degree rotation, and his toe kicked hard against the mountain wolf's teeth.
"Awooo!"
The mountain wolf howled in pain. Its canines flew everywhere, and its entire body was sent flying by the massive force hitting its face.
"Bang!!!"
The mountain wolf's head slammed into a tree trunk, shattering its skull and killing it instantly.
"Truly a pitiful little wolf..."
Arlan had already seen this mountain wolf, which seemed to have been pushed out by its pack due to weakness, when he passed by. However, killing an old, weak, or disabled wolf didn't seem to yield many points, so he hadn't bothered. But the wolf had no situational awareness and rushed to its death, so he couldn't be blamed.
"System Prompt: Host has killed one ordinary mountain wolf, gaining 1 point!"
"Oh, not bad!"
Arlan immediately used that 1 point to exchange for a bottle of healing potion.
"Can be taken internally or applied externally. Treats common headaches, colds, and traumatic injuries!"
Arlan looked closely at the description. It was a versatile potion for minor injuries, and if used in a bath, it also had the effect of nourishing the body. It looked decent enough.
"Gulp, gulp!"
Arlan downed half a bottle of the healing potion first. It tasted a bit sweet. As the potion flowed through his stomach into his limbs, Arlan clearly felt the injuries on his fingers improve a lot. The color changed from a scary sausage-red to a blue-purple, though the hand injuries were clearly not fully healed yet.
"Let's try external application!"
Arlan poured some healing potion into his left palm and then rubbed his hands together.
"Hiss—damn, that's intense!"
He didn't expect the healing potion, which tasted okay, to sting like chili water in the nostrils once applied to his hands. An ordinary person would have been crying for their parents from the pain, but Arlan was a man who had been trained by Might Guy. His pain tolerance was top-notch!
"Mama, it hurts like hell!"
Arlan rolled around on the ground clutching his hands. Anyway, there was no one else around, so who was he putting on a show for!
However, despite the pain, the effect was excellent. Soon, Arlan found the bruising on his ten fingers had clearly improved. The color had gradually changed from purple-blue to green. While it was still fresh, Arlan poured a bit more on his hands, and soon his ten fingers could be used flexibly again, though they still looked a bit swollen and bruised.
"Very good!"
Seeing the efficacy of the healing potion, Arlan nodded in satisfaction. Now he could burn his youth without any reservations. Although Asta didn't slack off and was desperate in his training—easily reaching thousands of reps for common exercises like push-ups and sit-ups—his training intensity was always within human limits because he didn't have Chakra to nourish him.
So Asta's current physical fitness wasn't enough to open the Eight Gates, and he couldn't even reach the requirements for some high-difficulty Taijutsu moves. But his current strength should easily be able to crush some brats who just got their grimoires!