Name: Hyūga Yuuto
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Skills:
Sleep – LV1 (8/100)
Eating – LV1 (1/100)
Talent: None
Universal EXP Points: 2
Yuuto stared at the screen floating before his eyes. It was so plain and utilitarian, it looked like it had been cobbled together in Microsoft Word. But its simplicity made it easy to parse.
Thanks to years of gaming, reading webnovels, and lurking online, Yuuto instantly grasped its core mechanics.
Do an activity → gain experience in that activity + universal EXP.
Simple. Logical. Potentially broken.
Specialized EXP was clearly for leveling specific skills, while universal EXP could be applied to anything. A power gamer's dream.
Still…
"What do you mean no talent? C'mon, Earth Mother, where's the isekai compensation package? Where's my Heavenly Insight, Tenfold Training Efficiency, or Blessing of the Sage? And what about the Byakugan? Doesn't the Hyūga bloodline count as a talent?"
Also…
"Wait… sleep and eating are skills now? And they can level up?!"
He was surprised for only a moment. Then realization struck.
Those skills might be insanely useful.
People often overlooked sleep. But real sleep—deep sleep—was rare. Most people spent their nights tossing in shallow REM cycles, waking up groggy even after 8 hours.
But with a high-level Sleep skill?
"I could enter deep sleep at will. Five minutes of shuteye could be the equivalent of eight hours. Imagine that. While everyone thinks I'm just napping in class, I'm actually fully recharging."
For a student, a researcher, a ninja… this was priceless.
And on the battlefield? Where soldiers might go days without rest?
"Five minutes. That's all I'd need. Everyone else is on the verge of collapse—meanwhile, I'm fresh as a daisy."
And maybe, just maybe, sleep wouldn't be the end.
"What if this evolves into meditation? Then breath control? Then maybe even hibernation or suspended animation?"
Though he quickly reminded himself:
"Meditation and sleep aren't the same thing."
Meditation led to things like inner stillness, breath control, maybe even chakra refinement. Still, if he could unlock sleep as a skill, surely he could unlock meditation too.
The question now was: how deep could this system go?
Could skills just level up… or could they evolve into concepts?
If it was the former—cool.
But if it was the latter…
"Game. Changer."
Yuuto glanced back at the screen.
"Wait… why does Sleep have 8 EXP, and Eating only 1?"
Probably because he'd just slept 8 hours. That made sense. One EXP per hour.
But Eating? He had just one meal—so, one EXP.
If leveling Sleep to 100 took 100 hours, that was about 12 days. Not bad.
The real problem was: would leveling it up reduce the sleep he needed? And if it did, would that make gaining more EXP slower?
"What if deep sleep gives way more EXP than just time spent unconscious?"
That was possible. And it made skill optimization even more important.
"Alright. First things first—I need to go to school. That might unlock a Learning skill."
That would be best-case scenario. Increasing Learning could mean better comprehension and faster mastery of techniques. Maybe even the ability to copy jutsu without a Sharingan.
…Though he really hoped it wouldn't be split into things like Math and Language Arts.
"I mean, I'm not knocking academics… but a math genius isn't going to save the Hidden Leaf during wartime. Unless… I build a chakra nuke…"
"I need to understand how skill generation works. But first, I need to prioritize."
Number one on the list?
Shadow Clone Jutsu.
If each clone could do actions and earn EXP…
"Then I just need to level Shadow Clone, make a hundred clones, and send them off to grind skills while I sleep."
The problem? Shadow Clones took a ton of chakra.
The Hyūga had decent chakra reserves, but nothing compared to the Uzumaki clan's bottomless ocean. So, he'd need to level Chakra Extraction too.
And the more clones you created, the more mental feedback you received upon their dismissal. With a weak body, that kind of information overload could be fatal.
So, he'd need to increase his body's resilience.
"If I train Taijutsu, I can enhance physical stats and body toughness. And improving my body increases my chakra reserves, which helps me make more clones, which helps me grind more skills. It's a feedback loop."
Efficient. Elegant. Dangerous.
Which led to a dilemma.
"If I improve too fast… someone might notice."
The Main House. Danzō. Others.
Even if he kept to "normal" training volumes, his system-enhanced gains would be way beyond average.
"But lying low isn't my goal. I just need to look like I'm lying low."
So how does one train their body intensely… without anyone noticing?
Train in secret? In the woods?
"No. That makes it worse. If they catch me sneaking around, they'll start wondering: who am I hiding from? The clan? The village? Time for a memory probe."
Which meant…
"I'll need to learn Mind Shielding Jutsu too…"
Yuuto paced back and forth, muttering to himself.
"Taijutsu… Taijutsu…"
Then it hit him.
"Wait—didn't I watch a movie once where a martial arts master compared dance to combat?"
Yes. It was The Final Master. The protagonist watched a Russian dancer and admired how her footwork and muscle control mirrored that of a fighter.
"If I can't train openly as a fighter… I can train as a dancer!"
"When Madara shows up asking who wants to dance—I'll be like: 'Hit it. White Gold Disco, cue music!'"
Thanks to humanity's endless well of online content, Yuuto had an answer for everything.
Want to train footwork and leg strength? Use Ghost Steps.
Need arm flow and muscle rhythm? Try Street Dance.
Finger dexterity for hand seals? Finger Tutting.
Weapons handling? Spear Dance.
Flexibility and grace? Peacock Dance.
"The more I think about it, the more I realize—Dancing as Martial Arts is actually viable!"
And the best part?
"Nobody takes a dancing ninja seriously."
To most people, dancing was frivolous. A waste of time.
No one would see a dancer as a threat—which made it the perfect disguise.
Just like how everyone underestimated Killer Bee before he showed what he was really capable of.
"Looking at you, Sasuke."
Plus, Yuuto genuinely enjoyed dancing. Back in his old life, dance trends like square dancing, TikTok shuffles, club-style body rolls, and pop-locks were everywhere.
He didn't dance because he lacked interest—just energy.
"Long hours. Commuting. Adult life had drained all the fun out of me…"
He thought back to an old Stephen Chow quote:
"I'm extremely busy and running around requires a lot of energy."
But it wasn't just dancing.
Old dreams began to surface—dreams he had long since buried under the weight of life.
I wanted to be an astronaut.A scientist.Fly fighter jets.Play the erhu, the piano, the violin.Stand before millions and perform "Night of Confession" to thunderous applause.
And now?
He was five years old again. In a world where chakra was real. Where anything was possible.
"Is this second life really just about becoming a cold-blooded ninja? Another cog in the kill-or-be-killed machine?"
No.
"I'm not just some guy who crossed into Naruto's world."
I'm a 28-year-old washed-out dreamer who was handed another shot at childhood.
This was youth. This was hope. This was a future yet unwritten.