Born To Rise In Konoha

But isn't life like this? There is no motivation without pressure.

Watching the meat slowly turn golden over the flame, Saitama carefully sprinkled spices little by little. As the heat intensified, a rich aroma began to rise, carried by the sizzling fat. But even in moments like this—surrounded by warmth and good food—Saitama didn't allow himself to relax.

The new semester had just begun, and Saitama was already preparing to apply for early graduation. Though he was confident in his abilities, he knew preparation was essential.

Bringing a portion of freshly grilled meat to Granny Kaka, Saitama gathered his gear and made his way toward the training woods.

Snow blanketed the treetops, and the chill in the air bit at his skin, but it didn't deter him. If anything, this kind of climate was ideal for building endurance and mental toughness.

In this harsh environment, Saitama practiced diligently—kunai, shuriken, kenjutsu, ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu. Chakra coursed steadily through his body, his stamina and focus seemingly endless. Every motion, every repetition was a step forward.

A burning desire to grow stronger fueled him. That desire drove him to push past his limits.

In this world, reality is cruel. Without strength, life becomes hollow—dominated by fear and regret.

Saitama refused to give in. He couldn't afford to.

"Sharingan!"

Two tomoe swirled into existence within his eyes.