Closing the panel, Seii shut his eyes again, raised his hand, and perford the Palm of the Immortal Technique, beginning to strengthen his body.
Next, he intended to test how long it would take for his body to reach the critical point of its next transformation under the enhancent of his perfected Palm of the Immortal Technique.
As for the "spiritual" attribute, he already had an estimate.
Based on previous experience, once his Sharingan evolution reached the third stage—surpassing 20,000/50,000—it should feed back into his spirit, fostering its growth.
This tiline could be calculated.
Currently, his Sharingan evolution stood at 18,448/50,000, and practicing the Mind Reflection Technique daily granted 96 points of evolution.
Thus, in just over 16 days, he would surpass 20,000/50,000.
At that ti, his "spiritual" attribute would increase.
As for the "constitution" attribute, he needed to retest it.
As the foundation of his strength, Seii felt it necessary to keep track of the growth progress of both the "spiritual" and "constitution" attributes.
With this thought, he composed himself and began to cultivate silently.
Ti passed, second by second.
Under the night sky, Seii sat cross-legged, repeatedly performing the Palm of the Immortal Technique, concentrating Yang Release chakra, and strengthening the cells throughout his body.
Occasionally, when sothing felt off, he would activate his Mangekyō Sharingan and use the power of his right eye's Dominion of Humanity to guide his body's evolution.
Thus, cycle after cycle continued.
Crackle—
No one knew how much ti had passed, but when the campfire before Seii was nearly extinguished, he finally stopped his cultivation.
Focusing, Seii carefully sensed the changes in his body.
After a long ti, he opened his eyes.
A glimr of light flashed in his pupils, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
It was simple—his estimates suggested that his body would reach its next critical point of transformation in about two months.
It seed to be roughly the sa as last ti.
But let's not forget—enhancing physical attributes grows increasingly difficult.
In other words, the required ti should have exceeded two months, but because his Palm of the Immortal Technique had been perfected, strengthening his body more effectively, the ti was reduced.
For this, Seii was deeply satisfied.
He stood, extinguished the campfire, and prepared to leave.
Just then, sothing crossed his mind. He reached into his ninja pouch, retrieved a kunai, rolled up his sleeve, and made a sharp cut on his arm.
Screech!
Blood gushed out as a long wound appeared on his left arm.
Seii gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without healing it, simply watching silently.
He could clearly feel his chakra gathering at the wound, rejuvenating the damaged flesh, accelerating its regeneration.
One second, two seconds…
One minute, two minutes…
Soon, three minutes passed.
Seii wiped the scab away, revealing tender new skin beneath.
At this mont, he couldn't hide his joy.
"Excellent! Truly excellent!" Seii muttered as he examined his fully healed arm.
When his "constitution" attribute rose from 17 to 18, he conducted a similar test. At that ti, it took about five minutes for his arm to heal completely.
Now, after surpassing 19 and reaching 20, it only took around three minutes—a near 40% improvent in speed.
How could this not thrill Seii?
And this was rely at 20 points in "constitution." What would it be like at 25, 30, 50, or even 100?
The idea was almost unimaginable.
By then, even Hashirama Senju might not dare to claim superior regenerative abilities before him!
However, reaching such a level was no easy feat—it required continuous effort.
With that thought, Seii quickly cleaned the bloodstains, perford Wind Release: Wings of Wind, and flew back to the Black Stone base.
The night passed uneventfully.
The next morning.
After breakfast, Seii planned to train outside as usual.
But just then, a Chūnin ssenger called out, informing him that Sano Nobuhisa had summoned him for a eting.
Frowning slightly, Seii hesitated.
Frankly, he had no desire to attend.
To him, such etings were a complete waste of ti. The Mist Ninja hadn't attacked, and the discussions were usually over trivial matters, unworthy of his energy.
However, recalling the base's rules and Sano Nobuhisa's leniency in allowing him to use shadow clones for missions recently, Seii decided to give him this courtesy.
After all, the eting wouldn't take long, and he could compensate by assigning more shadow clones for training.
With that, Seii headed to the conference room.
Arriving early, he greeted a few colleagues before sitting down to continue practicing his Palm of the Immortal Technique.
The others were used to his habits and didn't disturb him.
Ti passed.
About 30 minutes later…
Sano Nobuhisa entered the room.
Seii opened his eyes, imdiately noticing the barely concealed smile on his commander's face.
Clearly, there was good news.
Indeed, after a brief introduction, Sano announced, "Just yesterday, the village and Iwagakure held their first round of negotiations."
"What?"
"How did it go?"
"Will there be a ceasefire?"
The room erupted in chatter, with voices of surprise, curiosity, and concern.
Sano coughed lightly, silencing the room. He continued, "I hear the talks went fairly well. The second round is set for five days from now. If everything goes smoothly, the ceasefire agreent could be signed as early as mid-month or by the end of the month at the latest."
Hearing this, everyone smiled.
Apart from a few hardliners, no one truly enjoyed war. Nearly three years of conflict had worn everyone's patience thin. This sentint prevailed in both Konoha and Iwagakure, creating the foundation for these negotiations.
The others might not realize it, but Seii knew the talks would likely succeed. While there would be so turbulence when signing the final peace agreent, a ceasefire was inevitable.
When that happened, Konoha could fully turn its attention to other fronts, eventually pushing back Kirigakure, and bringing the war to an end.
It was this understanding that made everyone in the room so elated.
Still…
"Will Kirigakure be willing to relinquish their gains so easily?" Seii thought skeptically.
Even so, he wasn't overly concerned.
Another battle or two wouldn't faze him.
So, a faint smile appeared on his face.
After addressing so questions and clarifying doubts, Sano Nobuhisa assigned the day's tasks and ended the eting.
Exiting the room, Seii paused briefly before flying off from the base to resu his training.
For him, diplomacy and negotiations were secondary—his focus remained solely on strengthening himself.
Seii firmly believed that strength was the ultimate truth.
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