In the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
Although he could sense that the atmosphere in the village was off, carrying the air of an impending storm, it had little to do with Shinji.
These past few days, he had been conducting experiments in the laboratory while training in the practice grounds.
By now, he had crossed paths with quite a few powerful opponents. He was no longer the novice who knew nothing and could do nothing.
As a result, he had gained a more accurate understanding of his own strength.
Of the three major fields of ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu, he had actually far surpassed others his age. But compared to truly powerful fighters, he still fell short.
Since he had mastered Mangekyo Dojutsu such as Susanoo and Amaterasu, he temporarily had little room for improvement in ninjutsu.
And because he possessed the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, although his talent for genjutsu was not particularly high, his raw capabilities were there. There were not many in the Shinobi World whose genjutsu surpassed his.
So his true weakness was taijutsu.
The reason this weakness had not been exposed in his previous battles was, on one hand, because of Susanoo. On the other hand, it was because he had used Izanagi beforehand to peer into branches of fate, like loading a save file in a game, allowing his failures to exist only in unrealized branches of fate.
However, through those glimpses of fate, he discovered that whenever he chose to engage a powerful enemy in taijutsu, he would usually be defeated quickly, unable to last even a few minutes.
Boom!
After smashing a wooden post with one punch, Shinji panted and stopped training.
He walked to the edge of the field and wiped away his sweat with a towel. Then