I Will Cultivate Forbidden Jutsu From Now On

Moriyue, wrapped like a mummy in a scroll, fell into a deep slumber. He felt as if his body was constantly falling, surrounded by a bottomless swamp. He seemed destined to sleep endlessly, the boundless mire pulling at him. His body possessed strength but couldn't utilize it, leaving him to fall endlessly...

A faint blue light flickered, dispelling the pitch-black mire. Centered on Moriyue's heart, the blue light acted like a beacon, pushing back the surrounding darkness. The feeling of powerlessness gradually vanished, replaced by an explosive strength he'd never felt before. However, this power came with pain, and it wasn't a pleasant sensation.

He suddenly snapped open his bloodshot eyes, feeling a tightness in his chest. The world around him was tinged with a light purple hue, followed by boundless pain radiating from every cell and nerve in his body.

His internal organs began to decompose and reassemble, his body's meridians completely scrambled before being rearranged into a peculiar, winding network. After an indescribably agonizing period, Moriyue was astonished to find that he could seemingly generate "Chakra" within himself. He attempted to extract Chakra using the method from his memories, but it was unsuccessful. That negative energy seemed different from Chakra.

"Hm?" The bald man raised an eyebrow, setting down the notebook he was carrying. This test subject seemed peculiar. He shouldn't be reacting like this. This was supposed to be an ordinary test subject, a civilian, not even a ninja. There was no reason for this.

"Even a 'perfect experiment' that succeeds only lives for a few minutes, but during those minutes, the subject will possess explosive 'Chakra' abilities beyond their limits. In reality, it's an outburst fueled by their own life, essentially allowing a civilian to become a ninja in their final moments..."

The bald man looked at the note about the perfect experiment and then at Moriyue struggling within the scroll, shaking his head with self-deprecation.

A perfect experiment was impossible; it was merely a theoretical concept in research, with a probability infinitely close to zero. Moreover, even if it succeeded, such a short lifespan was hardly useful. Besides, the Chakra at that point wouldn't be pure enough, and using such impure Chakra for Ninjutsu was simply suicidal.

It might be usable for other Forbidden Jutsu, but who would ever want to shorten their own life? While the power of Forbidden Jutsu was immense, the cost was too great, often reducing lifespan. Who could endure that?

"Pfft!" Moriyue spat out a mouthful of blood, but it was a good sign. He felt his internal organs continuously healing and repositioning, and his body's resilience had improved significantly. If he fell from up there now... he'd probably at least have a complete corpse.

Moriyue reached out and pushed away the scroll in front of him. The thing was suffocating him. Feeling the pain and relief coursing through his body, Moriyue felt power for the first time.

"Not dead? No... cough, cough, is your body comfortable? Are you feeling any discomfort? Tell me everything, it's crucial for subsequent treatment..." The mad scientist couldn't quite figure out why Moriyue had survived. Based on past records, this Forbidden Jutsu should have been fatal. Had he drawn it incorrectly?

He desperately wanted to know the answer, but how could Moriyue possibly tell him? He could tell that this bald dog in front of him intended to kill him. If it weren't for the Dog Talisman keeping him alive, that shoddy Forbidden Jutsu would have killed him hundreds of times over.

"Uh, the writing on the scroll was dirty before I passed out, and I couldn't help but wipe it," Moriyue said. He had casually torn off a corner of the scroll, so if the bald dog investigated, he wouldn't find anything.

The man stared at Moriyue with suspicion, not believing a word the kid said. He nervously took back the scroll, feeling that the kid had ulterior motives.

"Doctor, thank you. I feel much better..." Moriyue said, sincerely grabbing the bald doctor's hand, as if wanting to remember his face forever.

"Ah, it's nothing. Who told you I was a doctor? I'm leaving now, I won't disturb you." The bald man couldn't say much more. His actions were already a bit out of line. As long as this kid didn't talk about it, he'd be fine. He didn't know what illness Moriyue had before, but he had managed to save him. The higher-ups probably wouldn't blame him.

After a brief exchange, the bald man left with the damaged scroll. He wanted to see if changing a few symbols on the scroll could actually save someone.

Watching the bald man's retreating figure, Moriyue let out a sigh of relief, slumping onto the hospital bed like a deflated balloon. His body had been significantly strengthened by that damn Forbidden Jutsu, and he could finally "condense" "Chakra." However, the price was that he felt somewhat weak, as if his body had been hollowed out, and his spirit was depleted. He probably needed to sleep.

"Condense" wasn't quite the right word. It felt more like forcibly squeezing the Chakra out of his body. The "condensation" process alone caused damage to his body, let alone using it. He had to admit, it was worthy of being called a Forbidden Jutsu.

The Dog Talisman had saved him from death, but he wasn't made of iron; he still felt pain and fatigue. He'd deal with those things after he woke up.

His eyes opened again, and Moriyue felt his energy had recovered significantly. His physique hadn't changed much from before the fall, but he could feel the potential and explosive power contained within his muscles.

The Chakra-like energy was at his command. That energy was different from Chakra; it was deep crimson, the complete opposite of Chakra's pale blue. Moriyue wanted to see if this energy could be used to perform Ninjutsu, as the original owner of this body had wished to become a ninja.

"Although I haven't studied it, I've secretly heard about the Three Basic Jutsu from memory. Haven't I seen a pig run even if I haven't eaten pork..." At this moment, Moriyue hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, so he formed the hand seals for the Shadow Clone Jutsu.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

"Bong~"

A massive explosion sound erupted. Moriyue, completely bewildered, was blasted to the side. He was blown straight into the hospital corridor, and his hospital bed was blown to smithereens.

"Clone Great Explosion?" Moriyue was equally dumbfounded. It was only then that he vaguely realized a fact: the Chakra in his body couldn't be used for conventional Ninjutsu. Due to its unstable nature, using it would likely result in him being blown up along with it.

Patients and doctors in the hospital corridor rushed out. What was going on? Did a patient in the ward light a gas leak? Or was it an enemy attack?

No, wasn't that direction the civilian area? What kind of ninja was this idiotic? Attacking civilians at the hospital?

"Damn it, looks like I can only learn Forbidden Jutsu from now on. Not gonna lie, it's pretty thrilling." Moriyue rubbed his throbbing head, realizing he might be embarking on the path of Forbidden Jutsu from now on.

What era was this, still playing with traditional Ninjutsu?

This is the era of Forbidden Jutsu!