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High in the sky, a streak of blue light cut through the air.
After about fifteen minutes, Seii reached the vicinity of his target. Ahead, in the depths of the ocean, a lone island stood in solitude. It was shaped like a crescent moon, stretching about two kiloters long. The widest point in the middle was roughly five hundred ters across, while the narrow ends tapered to just a few dozen ters.
The crescent's curve faced southwest, almost like it was opening its arms to embrace Seii as he flew straight toward it. By all accounts, this kind of terrain would make a perfect harbor. Even if no one settled here permanently, the three great nations could've used it as a resupply point.
But they didn't. Why? Besides the brutal sea conditions in this area, there was another big reason: the crescent's inner curve was littered with reefs, making it impossible for ships to approach.
That's exactly why this island had been ignored, even back when ships still road these waters. And for Seii, that made it all the more perfect. It ant even the most stubborn sailors were unlikely to venture close. This island was his to claim.
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Seii hovered above the island. Out of habit, he activated his Byakugan, scanning the surroundings. Once he confird no one was around, he descended.
Unlike the previous island, which wasn't exactly barren but had sparse vegetation, this place was lush. As Seii walked through, he even spotted small land animals scurrying about. His mouth watered at the sight.
He was hungry. Eight days of training, chowing down on hundreds of soldier pills—his taste buds were screaming for sothing real. If he could catch a wild chicken or rabbit, roast it over a fire… man, just thinking about it made his stomach growl.
Wiping a bit of drool from his mouth, Seii fought the urge to start hunting right then and there. First things first—he needed a proper shelter. With his Byakugan's x-ray vision, finding a flat, wind-sheltered spot was a breeze.
He glanced at the nearby trees and vines, then got to work. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed a ninjutsu—Wind Release: Blade of Wind! Whoosh! A massive wind blade, five or six ters long, shot out, skimming the ground. It flew over ten ters before fading away.
At first, nothing seed to happen. But a few seconds later, a crack echoed as a large tree tilted and crashed to the side. Like dominoes, the surrounding trees followed, collapsing one after another. Soon, the area was covered in fallen trunks and branches.
Seii didn't bother clearing the debris by hand. Instead, he used another ninjutsu—Wind Release: Great Breakthrough! Whoosh! A powerful gust burst from his mouth, effortlessly sweeping the loose trees and branches far away.
Just like that, he'd cleared a flat patch of ground, about five or six ters wide and over ten ters long. Seii was about to start chopping wood for a cabin when a sudden thought hit him. He paused, then smacked his forehead with a grin.
Stepping to the center of the clearing, he crouched down, pressed his hands to the ground, and channeled Wood Release chakra deep into the earth. Monts later, vines sprouted from the soil, twisting and weaving at his command until they ford a simple wooden cabin, about thirty square ters in size.
Sure, he didn't know any specific Wood Release techniques, but with his kekkei genkai, building sothing like this was no problem. Plus, these vines weren't purely chakra constructs—they were real plant roots from underground, so he didn't have to worry about the structure collapsing if his chakra ran dry.
Stepping back to admire his work, Seii nodded in satisfaction. Then he headed to the island's center and repeated the process, clearing another patch of ground. This ti, he used Earth Release: Ultra-Added-Weight Rock Technique to compact the soil until it was harder than stone.
By the ti he was done, dusk had settled in. He still had one round of training left for the day, so he didn't waste any more ti. He used the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique, summoning 220 shadow clones.
That's right—220. After half an afternoon of testing, he'd found he could handle that many clones without overloading his mind or wasting too much chakra. So, he went all in.
Of the 220 clones, he sent 218 to find spots to work on Ice Release. One of the remaining two was tasked with roasting so at, while the other took a storage scroll Seii tossed its way to set up the cabin.
With the clones off to their tasks, Seii settled into his own training. Last round, he'd focused on physical conditioning in the ocean trench. This ti, it was all about pushing his Sharingan's evolution.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he ford hand signs and activated the Heart Reflection Technique. Three streams of chakra surged within him, flowing through his chakra network and converging in his eyes. A familiar tingling sensation hit, but Seii powered through the discomfort, carefully guiding the chakra to stimulate his Sharingan's growth.
Ti slipped by, minute by minute.
An hour later, Seii paused the technique and ntally opened his proficiency panel. Seeing the updated evolution progress for his Sharingan, he gave a satisfied nod. Then he closed the panel and dispelled the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique.
In an instant, over 200 clones vanished, both on and off the island. A flood of mories poured into Seii's mind, making him wince. Still, it was within his limits.
He closed his eyes and started sorting through the mories, absorbing the training experience they carried. About fifteen minutes later, he'd processed everything and opened his eyes.
This round's gains weren't as big as the last, but Seii could still feel it—he'd gained new insights into fusing Wind Release and Water Release. After a mont of reflection, he raised his hand and tried combining them a few tis. As expected, no success yet.
Brushing it off, Seii stood up, sensed the location of the clone roasting at, and vanished in a few quick flashes.
On the other side of the island, a clone sat by a fire, lazily turning a roasting wild chicken. The sizzling sound filled the air. No seasonings, but the Maillard reaction between the at's amino acids and sugars was enough to make anyone's mouth water.
Case in point: Seii appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the roasted chicken before the clone could say a word, and tore into it. "Hot! Hot! Hot!" he yelped, but kept eating, his eagerness overriding the burn.
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