The real Shinobi World...
The Land of Winds - A Certain Town
Heavenly Screen desert sky shone brightly, and three Sand Ninja sat on the rooftop of the town, gazing up at Heavenly Screen battle that had shaken the Shinobi World.
"Hey, Shira..." Yome blinked his cat-like vertical pupils, his voice filled with astonishment, "That Konoha's Might Guy, his Taijutsu is actually this strong?"
In the Heavenly Screen, crimson steam burned like flames, and each of Kai's punches seemed to tear the sky apart, blasting Six Paths Madara into the ground with a single blow!
Shira watched silently, her deep brown eyes reflecting the crimson hue, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the bandage on her knee.
(Is this... the pinnacle of Taijutsu?)
"Will your Seven-Day Breathing Method become that strong in the future?" Yome tilted his head and asked curiously.
Shira did not answer immediately, but slowly raised her hand, palm up, as if feeling the flow of the wind.
"The current Seven-Day Breathing Method... is not yet perfect." His voice was deep and firm. "If it goes according to my plan, its final form might be able to rival the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates — the Gate of Wonder."
(But... that's not enough.)
(Kai in the Heavenly Screen, the Gate of Death burning with life, has transcended the realm of "humanity.")
(The pinnacle of Taijutsu can reach such heights...)
His gaze grew increasingly intense, as if a fire had been ignited within him.
--
"Hey! Shira!" Yome suddenly grabbed his ear, glaring at him fiercely, "Don't you dare imitate that Kai! Do you hear me?"
"If your Seven-Day Breathing Method ultimately comes at the cost of your life, I will absolutely not forgive you!"
Shira hissed in pain, smiled helplessly, but did not give a direct answer.
(The path of Taijutsu is inherently fraught with hardship...)
(If it really comes down to risking one's life--)
(He would never hesitate.)
--
Sen, arms crossed, calmly interjected, "Yome, don't worry about it. Shira's Seven-Day Breathing Method and Eight Gates are based on different principles; it stimulates the body's potential by adjusting breathing rhythm. It's not that dangerous."
"Hmph! Who knows if this guy will do something reckless!" Yome released his grip, puffing out his chest and crossing his arms. "He's willing to risk his life when he trains!"
Shira rubbed her reddened ears, but her gaze never left the Heavenly Screen.
(Seven-Day Breathing Method... from the first to the seventh activity...)
(Currently, I can only maintain a stable level of fifth activity.)
(But after seeing Kai's battle in the Heavenly Screen-- )
(He suddenly had a new realization.)
(Perhaps, the seventh activity... is not the end.)
--
Watching Kai's battle rhythm in the Heavenly Screen, Shira's breathing unconsciously synchronized with Kai's rhythm on the screen.
(This breathing method...)
(This awareness of transforming life into power...)
(I see!)
He suddenly stood up, startling Yome and Qian Yi.
Shira?
"I understand." A rare smile appeared on Shira's lips. "The sixth activation of the Seven-Day Breathing Method... I have an idea."
--
Yome and Sen exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously.
(This guy... is about to start his crazy training again.)
"But for now... let's finish watching the content on the Heavenly Screen first."
Shira sat back down on the roof, his gaze still fixed on the fierce battle between Kai and Six Paths Madara in the Heavenly Screen. His voice was calm, but his heart was churning like a sandstorm.
(Perhaps... I should find an apprentice?)
The thought flashed through his mind so quickly that it surprised even himself.
(To pass on the "Seven-Day Breathing Method" that I created...)
(Let the Shinobi World know that Sunagakure not only possesses sand control techniques, Puppet Techniques, Wind Release Ninjutsu-- )
(And their Taijutsu is on par with Konoha's!)
But soon, he shook his head again.
(No, it's too early now.)
(The Seven-Day Breathing Method is not yet perfect; the highest level, the Seventh Activity, remains in the theoretical stage.)
(If I were to rashly impart the knowledge, and the cultivation method were flawed, it might actually harm others.)
(Let's wait a little longer...)
(I'll consider passing it on once I've truly mastered the seventh activity.)
(Is this... the pinnacle of Taijutsu?)
(No, perhaps... it can be even stronger!)
He subconsciously touched the bandage around his waist, a mark left by years of hard training.
(If I could perfect the "Seven-Day Breathing Method"...)
(The Taijutsu ninjas of Sunagakure are second to none!)
(Kai, thank you for letting me see this...)
(The future belongs to us Taijutsu ninjas!)
Yome glanced at him, keenly noticing his distraction.
"Hey, what nonsense are you thinking about again?" She nudged Shira's ribs with her elbow. "Could it be that you're pondering some dangerous cultivation method?"
Shira snapped out of her reverie and smiled, a rare occurrence for her. "No, I was just thinking... there might be more possibilities in Sunagakure's Taijutsu."
Chihiro raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "If you really want Sunagakure's Taijutsu to become famous, one person alone isn't enough."
Shira remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
(Yes...)
(An individual's strength is ultimately limited.)
(But if the Taijutsu system can be passed down...)
(The future of Sunagakure may hold a completely new path!)
The Shinobi World is truly wondrous.
Those unsung heroes may one day streak across the sky like shooting stars, shaking the entire world.
Just like Might Guy in the Heavenly Screen right now.
He was once just a strange guy in Konoha, wearing a ridiculous green bodysuit, ridiculed by many as "a loser who only knows Taijutsu".
But today, his life-burning battle has even made someone like Six Paths Madara change color!
--
Shira gazed at the Heavenly Screen, her fists clenching unconsciously.
(Isn't Kai's story the best proof of this?)
(Without Kekkei Genkai, without family secret techniques, relying solely on day-to-day arduous training--)
(Still able to stand at the Jonin world!)
Yome and Chiya fell silent.
They recalled Shira's perseverance in Sunagakure over the years—
On the cliff at the village entrance, he punched the giant rock protecting the village thousands of times by himself;
In the scorching desert sun, I adjusted my breathing until my lungs felt like they were burning.
Despite the ridicule of his peers, he Earth Flow his path of Taijutsu...
(So, this kind of persistence really does have meaning.)
This is the Shinobi World.
There are no destined heroes, only ordinary people who refuse to give up.
Guy's story belongs to him, and also to every ninja who sweats profusely on the training ground.