This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 1 Graduation Exam

Konoha has been shrouded in rain for 37 years.

A gray, misty rain enveloped the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

The air was filled with a mixture of earthy and rusty smells—the smell of war.

The Second Shinobi World War was in full swing, and casualty reports from the front lines flew back to the village like snowflakes, resulting in more and more names being added to the memorial tablets, and the ninja academy having to hold its graduation exams ahead of schedule.

On the training ground of the Ninja Academy, a group of children, only about ten years old, are lining up to wait for the assessment.

"Next up, Nishikawa Toru."

The proctor, Chunin teacher Daikoku, was frowning, clutching a grade sheet with rain-soaked edges, his tone revealing undisguised fatigue and perfunctoriness.

From the crowd, a boy with black hair and black eyes stepped out.

He had delicate features and a somewhat slender build.

Unlike his peers who trembled with nervousness, Nishikawa Tetsu's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, even carrying a scrutinizing quality that seemed out of place for his age.

"arrive."

Nishikawa Tetsu's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

He walked to the throwing line and took out three shuriken from his ninja tool bag.

"This is the graduation exam, how come this kid isn't nervous at all?"

"Tch, he only got a perfect score on the written test. Everyone knows his chakra reserves are pitifully low in the practical test."

Whispers could be heard from the surrounding area.

Nishikawa Tetsu ignored him. His gaze was not fixed on the bullseye, but rather he raised it slightly to glance at the treetops that were bent by the wind, feeling the force and frequency of the raindrops hitting his cheeks.

The wind is from the northwest, with a speed of approximately force 4 and an air humidity of 90%. The high density of raindrops will increase flight drag. The target is 20 meters away. Based on the weight and shape of the shuriken, adjustments need to be made to mitigate wind drift and descent.

My mind, which had been that of a researcher in my previous life, started working instinctively.

In this world filled with the idealistic energy of chakra, he still insisted on using science to deconstruct ninjutsu.

He didn't tremble with nervousness like the other students, nor did he use any fancy throwing techniques.

Raise your hand, flick your wrist, and let go.

The movements were as simple as textbook poses, without any unnecessary chakra attachments, just pure muscle strength and angle calculations.

The three shuriken drew strange arcs in the air.

The shuriken, which was originally flying in a straight line, was blown by the crosswind and seemed to be about to deviate from the bullseye, but at the last moment it seemed to be corrected by an invisible hand, and accelerated its spin with the help of the wind.

"Do! Do! Do!"

Three muffled thuds followed, and three shuriken, arranged in a triangular pattern, accurately struck the red dot around the bullseye, without the slightest deviation.

"Full marks."

Teacher Daikoku raised an eyebrow, glancing at the usually taciturn student with some surprise: "Interesting, you actually know how to use the wind. Although your strength is a little lacking, unable to penetrate three inches into the wooden stake, it's still quite good for a genin."

"This is scientific calculation," Nishikawa Tetsu silently corrected himself in his mind, but simply nodded politely, "Thank you, teacher."

"Don't thank me yet. Next is the ninjutsu test." Teacher Daikoku pointed to the testing equipment and the substitute dummy next to him. "Use your best ninjutsu, either to attack or to defend."

This is the main event.

In this world, no matter how good your throwing skills are, they're useless without chakra.

Nishikawa Tetsu took a deep breath and formed a hand seal.

Wei-Si-Yin.

"Clone Technique!"

As a wisp of smoke dissipated, two clones identical to Nishikawa Tetsu appeared beside him. However, it was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes that the two clones were somewhat unsteady, and one of them even had its left leg slightly visible.

The expectation in Mr. Dahei's eyes instantly turned into disappointment, and he made a heavy mark on the report card.

"Your chakra control is decent, and your hand seal speed is 0.8 seconds, which is standard. But..." Daikoku-sensei shook his head, "Your chakra reserves are too low. Your total chakra reserves are probably only around the average level for your age, or even below it. Maintaining two clones is probably your limit, isn't it?"

Nishikawa Tetsu felt a void in his meridians, a sign that his chakra was depleted. He released the technique and nodded palely, "Yes."

As a transmigrator, he didn't have the Sage Body of the Uzumaki clan, the red-eye disease of the Uchiha clan, the cataracts of the Hyuga clan, or a system.

In this world where bloodline is paramount, Nishikawa Tetsuya is playing the typical role of an ordinary passerby.

"Nishikawa Tetsuya, you've passed the test."

Teacher Daikoku handed over a metal headband, his tone not so much of a congratulatory one, but rather tinged with cruel pity: "Although you passed, I must remind you. On the battlefield, the enemy won't give you time to calculate the wind direction. If your chakra level doesn't increase, you'll die very quickly if you get bogged down in a prolonged battle."

Evaluation: Mediocre.

The teacher wrote those two words in the comments section.

Nishikawa Tetsu took the headband, his fingertips tracing the cold Konoha emblem on it, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

mediocre?

For anyone wanting to survive on this brutal battlefield, this is the highest praise.

The weak cannon fodder die young, while the strong geniuses are targeted by concentrated fire. Only mediocrity can find a chance to survive in the cracks, and only then can it have the time to turn the "scientific theories" in its mind into reality.

"Next up, Minato Namikaze!"

At the teacher's shout, the crowd instantly stirred.

A boy with dazzling blond hair and a smile as warm as the sun walked out.

As he passed by Nishikawa Tetsu, he nodded at him in a friendly manner, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Your shuriken throwing is really amazing. How did you manage that arc just now?" Minato Namikaze asked softly, his azure eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

"Intuition," Nishikawa Tetsu casually made up.

Minato Namikaze smiled and stepped forward.

The next two minutes belong to the geniuses.

The shuriken were all launched in an instant, and several even collided with each other in mid-air, changing their trajectories and hitting blind spots.

The ninjutsu test was even more amazing. His Body Flicker Technique was so fast that even Teacher Daikoku couldn't see it clearly. Although his chakra reserves were not as high as those of the Uzumaki clan, they were still far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Genius! An absolute genius!" Teacher Dahei was so excited that his hands were shaking.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a black-haired boy with his arms crossed and an arrogant expression was coldly watching all of this.

On the back of his clothes was a striking red and white fan-shaped family emblem.

In the corner, Nishikawa Tetsu tied his headband to his arm, but in his mind he was conceiving another blueprint.

"Low chakra reserves are indeed a major weakness," Nishikawa Tetsu thought to himself.

"Since the 'software' doesn't work, we can only make up for it with the 'hardware'."

"The chemically modified formula for the explosive tags, the alloy ratio of the chakra-conducting metal..."

A fervent glint flashed in his eyes.

"Ninja World, are you ready to be baptized by science?"