Naruto: Becoming the Soul King

”So it’s okay?”

Seiryū pretended to think, then said, ”Uncle Shinku, I tried earlier, but the effect wasn’t great. Can you help me figure out what went wrong?”

Shinku’s expression turned serious. ”Try attacking the training post. I can’t guarantee I’ll pinpoint the issue, but I can definitely offer some advice.”

”Alright.” Seiryū walked up to the training post, took a deep breath, and threw a punch. At the same time, he released Chakra from his acupoints, driving the strike forward.

Thud...

A dull impact echoed, and the training post only shook slightly.

’As expected, extraordinary talent.’ Shinku couldn’t help but admire silently as he observed Seiryū’s movement.

Only half a day had passed, and Seiryū already had a firmer grasp of Chakra control.

Suppressing his surprise, Shinku, as a Jonin and instructor, had sharp observation skills. He quickly picked up on a few things.

”Let me tell you what I noticed.”

After thinking for a few seconds, he said, ”Although your Chakra was released instantly, the amount wasn’t enough, the impact force was weak, and the Chakra wasn’t condensed properly. More importantly, you subconsciously worried about hurting your fist, so the Chakra you released acted more as a cushion.”

He looked at Seiryū’s right fist and smiled. ”It didn’t hurt much when you hit the training post, did it?”

”Is that so?” Seiryū thought for a moment. His fist really didn’t hurt.

In the original story, during Hyuga Neji’s battle with Kidōmaru, he constantly released Chakra to deflect the enemy’s attacks.

That meant releasing Chakra could also be used defensively.

Because he was worried about injuring his hand, Seiryū had subconsciously used Chakra to defend rather than attack.

That made perfect sense.

After all, punching a wooden post wasn’t the same as hitting a sandbag. Anyone would instinctively hold back.

Now that he understood the problem, Seiryū grinned. ”So what you’re saying is, my resolve isn’t strong enough?”

It wasn’t that simple.

Interesting.

”Then let’s try again!”

He took another deep breath. This time, Seiryū made up his mind, ignoring the possibility of injury. He got into position and threw a punch with everything he had.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the next moment... Seiryū shook his right hand, pain shooting up his arm as he grimaced. ”Ouch, ouch, ouch...”

Shinku: ”...”

Where did this clown come from?

If you don’t know how to do it, you don’t know. What does it have to do with resolve?

Should he take back what he just said again...

Shinku sighed. ”You only heard the second half of what I said, didn’t you? This technique isn’t something you can master just by trying harder. I don’t even know how to do it myself...”

”If you really want to learn, when Lady Tsunade, one of the Sannin, returns to the village, I can take you to meet her and see if she’s willing to guide you.”

Although this was a Chakra application technique, it was practically a secret technique.

It wasn’t something you could figure out through trial and error.

Since Seiryū had this kind of talent, Shinku didn’t mind humbling himself to seek out help for the kid. If it was Lady Tsunade, paying a little would probably do the trick.

Not asking her to take Seiryū as a disciple, just to give some guidance on the technique.

”Lady Tsunade?”

A certain blonde older sister appeared in his mind. Seiryū, a proud lover of big sisters, was immediately intrigued. As a transmigrator, how could he not meet some original story characters?

Especially Tsunade. Back in his past life, Seiryū really liked that blonde onee-san.

Seiryū said, ”I admire Lady Tsunade too. If she’s willing to guide me, that would be perfect. But for now, I’ll keep trying on my own. Who knows, maybe I’ll figure it out?”

”Haha, alright then. I won’t disturb you. Just be careful, it’s not worth getting injured over.” Shinku reminded him with a smile.

Then he turned and left. Time to prepare dinner...

”Got it.”

Seiryū responded and didn’t continue practicing directly. Instead, he sat on the steps, deep in thought about how to improve this Chakra attack technique.

”Chakra control is definitely the key, but there must be a matching method behind it. It’s not just about releasing Chakra, but causing an explosive burst of force at the moment of impact.”

Seiryū realized that ever since receiving the system reward for ’Spiritual Power Aptitude Enhancement,’ his thinking had become incredibly sharp.

In his previous life, he needed to pause to do basic two-digit calculations. Now, he could instantly compute three-digit problems in his head without effort.

He had his own theory about this application of Chakra.

At the moment of attack, the Chakra must surge and burst outward, creating impact similar to an internal explosion. Like a one-inch punch, maximizing force in minimal space.

The two concepts had similarities.

His martial arts classes in his past life weren’t a waste. His instructor had taught him the one-inch punch. While Seiryū hadn’t mastered it, he understood the concept and had practiced it a little.

With this theory in mind, Seiryū began experimenting.

For the rest of the afternoon, he practiced tirelessly, focusing on refining this Chakra attack technique.

Whenever he ran out of Chakra, he would sit down and generate more. Once recharged, he would try again.

Unknowingly, the amount of Chakra he could draw out had also increased significantly. Now, he estimated he had enough to use a D-rank jutsu and still have some left.

”I think I’ve got the hang of it...”

After a whole afternoon of effort, Seiryū began to grasp the method. His eyes lit up, and he tried one more time.

He mobilized his Chakra and, without hesitation, slammed his already injured and bleeding fist into the training post.

At the moment of contact, Chakra surged and exploded outward.

Bang! Crack!

With a dull thud, the training post was struck like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. Cracks spread across the surface, wood chips scattered, and the post flew backward, sliding several meters before crashing into the courtyard wall.

Pain stung in his hand. His fist was raw and bleeding, but Seiryū didn’t even flinch. His eyes were full of excitement. ”I did it!”

It wasn’t perfect, and his fist was badly injured, but it was a breakthrough.

To pull this off in just half a day of experimentation, that was something else.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Seiryū’s lips curled into a smug smile. ”Hehehe, if I land this punch, Kurenai will probably cry for a long time, right?”

”Ugh...” Kurenai, who had been secretly spying on Seiryū’s training nearby, trembled. Her face turned pale as she heard his muttering.

She quickly ran over, tugging on Seiryū’s sleeve and shaking it gently. Her eyes were full of worry. ”Seiryū, Seiryū, I don’t want to spar anymore. I give up!”

She wanted to cry but couldn’t.

What kind of freak was Seiryū?

How did he become this strong in just half a day?

If she actually took that punch, it’d probably hurt for days.

(To be continued.)

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