In the bathroom, Shin braced himself against the wall, panting heavily as water poured from the shower over his body, streaming down the contours of his muscles.
Every inch of his skin trembled faintly, as though something were writhing beneath his flesh.
Shin was using his own Chakra to stimulate the muscles throughout his body, achieving the most effective training possible. In the entire shinobi world, only he, who could make Chakra vibrate at high frequencies, could train this way.
But the process looked excruciating. A trace of pain showed on Shin's face as he repeatedly tilted his head back and sucked in cold breaths.
If the results had not been so remarkable, Shin would never have put himself through this.
After a long while, the trembling in his body finally stopped, though the pain had not completely faded. Shin leaned against the wall, shuddering as he gulped in air.
He staggered over to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. The terrifying scar across his chest had faded considerably compared to before.
Shin suddenly felt that he had changed somehow—not physically. The face in the mirror looked much colder and harder than he remembered.
Was this how I usually looked around people...?
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and suddenly revealed a gentle, sunny smile, looking once again like the boy next door who naturally inspired affection.
But when the smile faded, he seemed like an entirely different person. His black eyes showed not the slightest glimmer of light, making people's hearts inexplicably tremble.
What a waste that I hadn't become an actor in my previous life...
Shin thought to himself.
"Towel."
He called out toward the outside.
As soon as the words fell, the bathroom door opened. Ayano entered carrying a white bath towel.