Chapter 1 The Hokage
I opened my eyes and suddenly my muscles tensed up.
I realized that something was wrong with my surroundings and my physical condition.
It was as if he was very unaccustomed to it.
Even though he was ready to unleash his power, with his ability to absorb and release his energy to every minute part of his body, he could still appear very subtle when he held back.
Now, due to his body's discomfort, he seemed to have lost all his power, and his muscles were visibly tense.
As his body visibly tensed, a chilling atmosphere immediately filled the air, making him even more nervous.
But then he realized that this chilling atmosphere didn't seem to be directed at him; rather, it seemed to be protecting him, alerting him to every corner of his surroundings.
It seemed as if something was lurking around, and these lurking entities trusted his reaction.
I sensed that his body was tense, as if he was on guard against something, so I also became on guard.
What happened?
He remained hunched over the table, pondering carefully. Finally, the groggy fog of his recent awakening cleared, and he remembered what he had been doing.
Previously, he was undertaking a very important challenge in a safe, enclosed room!
Embrace the elixir!
Once a martial arts master who has mastered the Hua Jin technique has reached their limit in this realm, there is a path they must take, as long as they do not lose their will to move forward due to fear!
When one's Qi and blood are abundant, one's spirit is high, and one's physical condition is excellent, reaching one's peak, if one can successfully form the elixir, then one's martial arts and physical fitness will reach another level, which can be called 'attaining the Dao'.
He embarked on this challenge, attempting to achieve the elixir of immortality in what he believed to be a state of complete mastery. His entire being, including his qi, blood, essence, and spirit, was to be concentrated on that single point in the dantian.
If this step is taken, then golden elixir will be everywhere, forming a perfect circle within. The elixir will follow the mind, cleansing the entire body. A casual strike will be the ultimate explosion of all the body's strength concentrated in one point.
A martial arts realm as incredible as that of a god!
However, this step is also extremely dangerous. If the process of forming the elixir fails, the qi and blood will become stagnant, and the person's vitality and even consciousness will also become stagnant.
Even if one manages to escape from the Dantian stage, the loss of Qi, blood, mind, and spirit is immense. Even if one learns some lessons, the next attempt at the Dantian stage will be far more dangerous.
It can be said that if one fails to achieve the desired result the first time, attempting it again will often be even more difficult.
Moreover, the consequence of failing to form the elixir even once could very well be death...
'Am I dead?'
He suddenly had this realization, especially the fact that he could sense that this body did not belong to him. As a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, he was intimately familiar with every detail of his own body, and this body he was currently in was incredibly powerful, even stronger than his own body at its peak as a Grandmaster of Internal Energy!
Moreover, there is a powerful force within the body, seemingly closely connected to the essence, energy, and spirit of this body, and seemingly capable of bringing about endless changes—a terrifying power!
However, it is precisely because of its immense power and incredible strength that it doesn't feel like his own body.
Moreover, the level of understanding is insufficient.
The transformation of energy can achieve a certain degree of non-leakage, preventing the leakage of vital energy. However, this body does not have such a martial arts level. Although it is strong, it feels that the whole body is not transparent enough. It has not practiced closing the pores to store internal strength. Fortunately, the strength will burst out at the right time, or the breathing of the pores will be regulated to slow down the leakage of essence and energy and accumulate traces of vital energy.
As for completely closing the pores and preventing leakage? That's not called preventing leakage. You know, running water doesn't stagnate. Closing the pores requires internal strength to aid in a fight and unleash your power. Closing the pores when you're not fighting is just courting death, isn't it?
The right way is to have both opening and closing, and to maintain a balance between tension and relaxation.
In short, since it's not his own body and the environment isn't the same as the previous secret room, he must have died after failing to sit on his hips. In other words, the current situation is...
Rebirth through borrowing another's body.
He doesn't seem to be a simple person.
Therefore, we must not let the surrounding guardians notice any flaws.
Thinking about this...
He, who was lying on the table, used his hands to support himself on the table and sat up.
Looking at what's in front of me.
It seems to be an office. There's a desk in front of me with some files on it, and the writing on them looks like... Japanese?
It was very dark outside, with only a few lights visible. However, one could still make out the relatively modern streets and the shadowy silhouettes of power lines and poles.
A person was squatting on a telephone pole, wearing a mask that was indeed very Japanese in style, and a tight-fitting outfit that was black on the inside and white on the outside, which looked like it would allow for easy movement.
This style of clothing has the feel of an armed forces member, exuding a certain solemnity, and also resembles a military combat member.
Moreover, they are seasoned and skilled military combat personnel.
It also exudes a strong aura of assassination.
Is it a combination of military personnel and assassins? It feels a lot like an elite special operations unit, and the people lurking around have a similar feeling.
Whoosh!
The figure on the telephone pole vanished instantly, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.
However, this body had excellent dynamic vision. It saw the direction in which the figure disappeared and quickly appeared on a rooftop. Its masked face looked around, giving the impression that it was on patrol.
Is this a patrol?
"Lord Hokage."
Finally, someone among the people around couldn't help but speak up, unable to contain their doubts any longer.
Something approached him from behind, so he stood up, glanced at the desk in front of him in the office where only the desk lamp was lit, then turned around and saw a figure wearing the same uniform as the people patrolling outside, probably the same style, and also wearing a mask, only the style of the mask was different.
However, this person was kneeling on the ground at this moment, with an extremely respectful posture, like a subject paying homage to a monarch.
It has a strong feudal monarchical and subject-subject feel.
"Did you sense something earlier? Please forgive our incompetence, Hokage-sama, for your guidance."
"...I'm so tired."
He spoke vaguely.
He considered himself a politician, so his statement had the air of a politician speaking unclearly, leaving himself room for maneuver.
It is very much in line with his identity as a politician, but if he tries to explain it too clearly, it doesn't sound like what a politician should say.
Moreover, this speaking style is very much in line with the style used by those in positions of power in Japan.
Sure enough, after he said that, the person didn't have any doubts.
Furthermore, considering recent events, the person asking the question also felt that it was normal for the Hokage to be very tired.
After all, such a disaster happened just last month!
The entire village needed the Hokage to stabilize the situation, so the village was placed under martial law.
Every night, the Anbu patrolled closely, and every household went to sleep immediately, not daring to attract attention at such a time.
Even the dogs dared not bark too loudly.
End of this chapter..