He Showed Off Again

"Try the Ninjutsu 'Water Style: Heavenly Cry' again."

Jueming suddenly spoke.

From their conversation at the shrine earlier, Jueming knew something.

Mito Uzumaki had never practiced Water Style: Heavenly Cry while she was alive.

"You mean..."

Mito Uzumaki immediately understood what Jueming meant.

This was a test.

To see whether, in this state as a soul, she could still train and continue improving.

Mito Uzumaki might not have been max level in life.

But she had been someone who could casually catch Tailed Beasts.

Now, she was rebuilding from scratch on a high-level account.

She possessed sufficient Ninjutsu mastery and wisdom.

The only difference was that her level had been cut down.

Her past experience and techniques, however, had not disappeared.

"I'll give it a try..."

Mito Uzumaki formed Hand Seals and began attempting Water Style: Heavenly Cry.

Heavenly Cry did not require Hand Seals.

But using Water Style Hand Seals to start and assist it would increase the chances of successfully casting it.

Jueming opened his mouth and spat out several silver needles, which embedded themselves in the wooden wall.

After maintaining their form for a moment, the silver needles turned into water and trickled down the wall.

Mito Uzumaki: "It worked?!"

Jueming: "Neither my stamina nor Chakra decreased..."

This unexpected success undoubtedly opened the door to a whole new world.

The two brilliant minds thought it over and swiftly reached several similar conclusions.

Jueming: "From now on, Mito Uzumaki can use my body for mixed doubles."

Mito Uzumaki: "By using Senju Jueming's body to cast techniques, I can provide an extra safeguard for his life. The chances of him dying young have decreased..."

Jueming: "Mito Uzumaki is skilled in Sealing Technique and Ninjutsu."

Mito Uzumaki: "Senju Jueming is skilled in taijutsu and possesses... the Grass Release Bloodline Limit."

Jueming and Mito Uzumaki: "Our compatibility is surprisingly good."

If their methods worked together, one person could function as two.

Of course, if conflicts arose, it could easily turn into Left-Right Combat, with the left hand interfering with the right.

There was no more suspense about what followed.

Jueming sat cross-legged on the floor, continuously forming Hand Seals as he practiced.

Within the Mental Space, Mito Uzumaki was also constantly conducting various experiments.

Scribbled Sealing Techniques appeared and vanished by turns.

The Clone Techniques Jueming attempted to cast appeared again and again as well.

The two used their own units of Chakra, and there was absolutely no possibility of consuming each other's energy.

For a time, techniques flew about the room.

The sounds of all kinds of Ninjutsu rang out without end.

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Jueming had ascended to immortality.

After practicing for quite a while, the two finally quieted down.

"I'm tired..." Mito Uzumaki said, then fell asleep.

"How strange."

Jueming shook his head.

Not everything written in textbooks was correct.

Chakra = Physical Energy + Mental Energy.

Mito Uzumaki's body was gone, and only her soul remained, yet she still had Chakra?

It seemed this world truly held many unsolved mysteries.

Many things could not be judged entirely by common sense.

"Clone Technique!"

Smoke rose.

The number of clones in the living room had increased to twenty.

With plenty of stamina and strong kidneys, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Easy."

Jueming nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the clones in the living room.

All his past efforts—whether lying flat or bullying girls—had not betrayed him.

"Let's test my limit."

Jueming formed Hand Seals again and tried creating even more clones...

The next morning, Jueming went to the Ninja Academy.

The thought of fighting mixed doubles with Mito Uzumaki was just that—a thought. That woman always contradicted him, and who knew when she might hold him back.

The only person he could trust was himself.

One's own strength was everything.

That was something proven through countless past experiences.

"Today, I'll definitely surpass this guy."

Kakashi looked at Jueming lying on the bench and silently encouraged himself.

He had practiced the "Clone Technique" until late last night, leaving dark circles under his eyes, but the results had been remarkable.

Before long, their homeroom teacher, Funano Daikoku, arrived.

"You all went home and practiced the 'Clone Technique' properly yesterday, right?"

Funano Daikoku smiled.

"So, which student would like to come up and give it a try?"

"I will~!"

Might Guy raised his hand.

Though sweat beaded on his forehead, he still eagerly volunteered.

Ever since Jueming had carried him to a great result in the Monthly Exam, his confidence had grown tremendously.

He dared to speak with others now, dared to take the initiative to challenge Kakashi, and wanted to show himself off in class too.

"Alright, Might Guy. Come up and give it a try."

Funano Daikoku stepped aside, and Might Guy walked onto the podium.

"Clone Technique!!"

Might Guy shouted as he formed Hand Seals with convincing form.

Poof~!

Smoke rose...

Then Might Guy's shirt and pants fell to the side.

Might Guy: "???"

As for a clone... none appeared at all.

The students below were stunned for a moment.

Then they burst into laughter.

Still, making his clothes disappear was a skill in itself.

Mocked by everyone, Might Guy's legs began to tremble.

Then he picked up his clothes and walked off the podium with a dejected expression.

"Hmph. Teacher, my turn this time."

Kakashi Hatake impatiently stood up, without even leaving his spot.

"Clone Technique!"

One clone appeared.

Then a second clone.

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof...

In quick succession, ten E-Rank Clones appeared throughout the classroom.

Funano Daikoku froze on the spot, while the students were left dumbfounded.

Kakashi glanced toward Jueming, the smugness in his eyes growing stronger.

Ever since the Monthly Exam, he had been holding back a breath of frustration.

Now, finally...

"Weak."

But Jueming, lying on the floor, simply said the word weak.

The next moment, he formed Hand Seals.

Poof poof poof poof poof poof...

A dense series of sounds echoed as clones appeared.

Then their number rose from one to ten.

Kakashi's brows furrowed slightly.

When the number of clones reached eleven, his face turned red and his cheeks twitched.

When the twelfth clone appeared, his eyes widened in shock.

When the number reached fifteen...

Kakashi dropped onto his chair, his eyes vacant.

"Ooh..."

Whispers filled the classroom.

"..."

Jueming calmly withdrew his hands. Even his position on the bench had not changed in the slightest.

"Damn it, he got to show off again." Genma Shiranui bit down on his toothpick and shook his head.

Everyone reacted differently.

But the shock in their eyes was impossible to conceal.