"This is perfectly normal. It's what we call the 'plateau phenomenon' in a ninja's growth..."
"Believe it or not, I've faced the same issue before."
"When it comes to increasing chakra reserves, if conventional methods don't work and there's no second tailed beast in the village to seal..."
"Then the only choice is to explore alternative paths, such as... sealing techniques."
Pakura, who was in the middle of popping a fried chickpea ball into her mouth, froze in place upon hearing this. She quickly asked, "Sealing techniques can increase chakra reserves?"
"Of course they can!"
"The wonders of sealing techniques are beyond imagination. For example... eternal youth. It can keep a woman's figure and appearance at their most vibrant and beautiful stage forever..."
"Huh?! Really?!"
The phrase "eternal youth" seemed to have an allure far greater than the prospect of enhancing chakra reserves.
Pakura's eyes immediately lit up with an astonishing brilliance, locking onto Sōmi's sharp and handsome features.
"Well..."
"Don't get too excited. While such advanced sealing techniques do exist, I don't currently have them on hand..."
Pakura's radiant expression dimmed instantly, disappointment spreading across her stunningly beautiful face.
"But..."
The two words softly spoken by Sōmi immediately lifted her spirits again, pulling her heart from the depths of despair back into the air. Pakura's hands instinctively gripped the glass of freshly squeezed papaya milk in front of her.
"I do have a partial version of it. I can try to restore it when I get back."
"However, even if I manage to reconstruct this technique, it requires exceptional chakra control as a prerequisite."
"For the time being, you should stop attending my sealing classes with your disciple and instead take Elder Chiyo's medical classes."
"Medical ninjutsu is the best way to train chakra control..."
"Understood!"
At this point, Pakura seemed to have completely forgotten the original reason she sought out Sōmi. The phrase "eternal youth" had taken over her thoughts entirely, igniting a newfound passion for learning medical ninjutsu.
She raised her glass and took a big sip, completely unaware of the white, viscous liquid clinging to the corners of her mouth.
In Sunagakure, inside Sōmi's room.
Since Sōmi rarely stayed here, the room was far from luxurious.
The furnishings consisted of little more than a bed and a desk. However, the space had been cleaned beforehand, giving it a neat and orderly appearance rather than a desolate one.
Sōmi sat cross-legged on the floor, spreading out a massive scroll in front of him.
The scroll was densely packed with various notes on sealing techniques.
When he reached the final section of the scroll, Sōmi's gaze fell on an incomplete sealing formula recorded there.
This formula had been extracted during an "archaeological" session with a female Uzumaki clan member.
However, it seemed that she only knew half of it. Despite Sōmi's best efforts to extract the remaining information, even to the point of pushing her body to its limits, she had not been able to provide the complete formula before her body gave out.
It turned out that the saying "a cornered person can do anything" was somewhat exaggerated. In reality, if someone doesn't know something, they simply don't know it—much like deriving calculus, determining extrema, or converting inequalities in mathematics.
At the time, Sōmi had been too engrossed in the vast sea of sealing knowledge to pay much attention to this incomplete technique.
He had speculated that the technique might involve constructing a "container" within the body to store chakra.
Now, after revisiting and carefully studying the formula, Sōmi realized that this incomplete sealing technique could very well be the Yin Seal passed down by Mito Uzumaki!
However, completing this sealing technique was no simple task...
Sōmi sighed deeply. After experiencing the high efficiency of "archaeological" methods in developing jutsu, he no longer had the patience to painstakingly piece together an already known technique.
He stroked his chin, lost in thought.
At this moment, Tsunade was at her weakest, suffering from hemophobia.
If he could prepare a large vat of human blood in advance, locate Tsunade, and suddenly drench her with it before striking her down, he could bring back her "biological data" for "archaeological" purposes. Wouldn't that be delightful...
But with the Nine-Tails Night yet to occur, it was better not to act rashly. Once Konohagakure was dealt with, a hemophobic Tsunade would pose no threat...
Sōmi was already strategizing his "Ninja World Speedrun," planning to steal Minato's corpse during the Nine-Tails Night, send the Sage of Six Paths' two sons back to reincarnation, and destroy most of Konohagakure (except Ichiraku Ramen, of course)...
Then, he would immediately ally with Kumogakure to attack Konohagakure, eliminating Itachi, Shisui, and the others while they were still young...
However, Sōmi had yet to realize a significant issue: his presence had already altered the trajectory of the ninja world's development.
Especially with interference from an enemy force possessing precognitive abilities, the future had become completely unpredictable...
That evening, as the day's classes concluded, Sōmi followed the information in his mind to a house on the outskirts of the village.
Standing at the door, he sensed the surroundings and confirmed he was at the right place.
He stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock...
The door was opened by a young boy. His clothes were stained with dust and black smudges, and his expression was somewhat reserved but polite. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Instead of answering the boy's question, Sōmi asked, "Are you Shira?"
The boy nodded, and Sōmi's smile grew wider. "I'm a special instructor from the ninja academy. May I come in to talk?"
"Oh, oh..."
"Please come in, teacher!"
The interior of the house was modest, filled with the smell of medicine. The sandy-brown walls were adorned with fake flowers and handcrafted ornaments, adding a touch of warmth to the small, impoverished home.
There wasn't even a sofa in the room. Sōmi sat on a small wooden stool.
Across from him, a pale-faced, gentle-looking woman in her thirties lay on the bed.
"Teacher, may I ask why you've come? Shira failed the academy entrance exam twice..."
The woman's voice was soft, carrying a delicate and sorrowful tone reminiscent of a grieving Lin Daiyu.
"I'm here to discuss Shira's enrollment," Sōmi said with a smile. Hearing this, even Shira, who was busy boiling medicine nearby, turned to look.
After all, he cared deeply about not being able to attend the ninja academy. Because of his family's circumstances and this issue, he had suffered a great deal of bullying from children his age.
"Although Shira lacks talent in ninjutsu and genjutsu, his aptitude for taijutsu is exceptional."
"That's why I plan to admit him as a special student to the ninja academy. Upon graduation, he'll be directly recruited into the Kazekage's Anbu."
"What do you think?"
The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. She wasn't an ordinary housewife ignorant of the ninja world.
Before her husband passed away, he had often shared stories about ninjas and the village.
She knew that an ordinary academy instructor would never have the authority to directly recruit someone into the Anbu.
"Who are you?"
The woman carefully examined the young man before her.
"My name is Sōmi..."
[Author's Note]
Thank you, 02, for your generous reward!
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