Superpower Awakening

Xingran was completely dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, the nurse who had just been wrapped up like a rice dumpling was calmly continuing the work she had not finished earlier.

The key point was, there had not even been any smoke effects.

What was going on? What the hell was this?

Xingran did not know who was more nervous at that moment. The pounding in his ears was deafening—the sound of his heartbeat. He suspected his ears had gone bad; it was obviously just his heart beating, yet it felt as though he had been hit by a concussion grenade, to the point that his head began to ache. He unconsciously rubbed his eyes and temples.

Then Xingran froze again. What was going on? It changed back!

That had definitely been the Sexy Jutsu just now, right? Though it had lacked Naruto's smoke-and-censorship effect, it had to be ninjutsu. How had he never discovered in his previous life that Konoha Hospital nurses engaged in such outrageous behavior? Could I have ended up in a fake Naruto world?

He stared blankly at the nurse as time quickly passed amid his wild thoughts. The nurse finished changing his bandages and kindly asked whether he wanted the lights turned off before leaving.

Seeing that Xingran still looked distracted, the nurse naturally assumed that this Genin had been sent here after his entire team was wiped out. She smiled knowingly, turned off the bedside lamp for him before leaving, and walked out. Patients needed plenty of rest, and keeping the lights on did nothing for sleep.

She... she took them off again!

This time, Xingran did not blink or rub his eyes. Watching the nurse leave so scantily clad, he realized that this was not some prank by the nurse. Something was wrong with him.

He lowered his head to inspect his own body. The sudden incident had drawn all his attention to the nurse, but after looking himself over now, Xingran confirmed once more that he was the one with the problem.

The sensation against his skin told Xingran that not only was he wearing clothes, but quite a few gauze bandages were wrapped around him as well. Yet even through the blanket, he could see his own skin directly.

That was right. Without any obstruction whatsoever, he could clearly see the surface of his wounds, as if they had never received medical treatment.

This body was covered in injuries. There were wounds on his chest and abdomen. Fortunately, there were no serious penetrating injuries, but his left leg was badly hurt, with one penetrating wound each on his thigh and calf. He could not see his back, but the occasional numb itch from behind told him there were injuries there too. They had already scabbed over, though, and the itch meant they were healing well.

X-ray vision!

The concept suddenly surfaced in Xingran's mind. Otherwise, there was no way to explain what was happening before his eyes. Had his transmigration benefit finally arrived? After more than a year of living as a nobody, Xingran had long given up on the idea that transmigrators received such perks. Yet now it had finally arrived—but this perk was a little too much of a perk. Coming to the Naruto world and getting X-ray vision? Did the director pick up the wrong script?

He stared at the wall for a long time, only to discover that he could see through clothes but not walls. Xingran felt somewhat dejected.

Even without some overpowered system, he could at least have gotten an old grandpa mentor! What was the point of seeing people naked in the ninja world?

And this X-ray Vision was far too lousy. It could only see through clothes and bedding. If he could see what was behind walls, then it would at least be a decent intelligence-gathering ability for a ninja. At this level, perhaps only Jiraiya in the entire ninja world would consider it a god-tier skill.

After his whole team had been wiped out and he was hospitalized, he woke up again to discover that he had awakened X-ray vision. After another bout of wild thoughts and complaints, he had no idea how much time had passed.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A knock sounded at the door. Before Xingran could answer, the ward door was pushed open again. The visitor was around six feet tall, with a faint smile on his lips, pale blond hair like Xingran's, and light green eyes. He wore a red short-sleeved shirt over Konoha's green tactical vest, looking neat and well put together.

But that was not what Xingran saw at all. He only saw the man push open the door and walk in completely "uncovered."

So this ability was only suitable for perverts? Xingran looked hollow-eyed at the Yamanaka Hai Yi who had entered, wearing the expression of someone who had completely lost all expectations for the world.

"Hey, hey, Xingran, don't look like your heart's dead. It's not like your girlfriend dumped you. Pull yourself together." Yamanaka Hai Yi placed the food box in his hand on the bedside table, then heavily slapped Xingran's uninjured shoulder. The jolt tugged at the wounds all over his body, making the hollow-eyed Xingran shudder before baring his teeth in pain.

The pain was far milder than he had expected, but that did not mean it was painless. The pain brought Xingran back to his senses, and his gaze finally focused—this time on Yamanaka Hai Yi's face, with absolutely no intention of letting it drift below the neck.

What was there to see on a grown man? Xingran felt irritated. He had yet to find a way to control this power, and it was really inconvenient.

Yamanaka Hai Yi was Xingran's current guardian. Since the outbreak of the Third Shinobi World War, Konoha had lost far too many people, including the family of this body's original owner. Fortunately, Xingran was not as miserable as other orphans; at least he still had his clan to support him. As both a neighbor and a relative not too distantly removed, Yamanaka Hai Yi had been assigned by the clan to become Yamanaka Xingran's guardian, taking care of his life and upbringing.

"...Don't stare at me like that. It's creepy. I heard you were awake and rushed right over. I even brought you Ichiraku Ramen. I know you've always had a soft spot for their ramen." Yamanaka Hai Yi felt uncomfortable under Xingran's silent stare and hurriedly opened the food box. He took out a huge bowl of ramen, and waves of delicious fragrance wafted out with the steaming heat. Only then did Xingran realize that he was actually starving.

"That's hot. Hai Yi, you're as thoughtful as ever. I was just wondering whether I'd need to ask a nurse to buy dinner for me later." Xingran did not stand on ceremony. He set up the meal tray over his bed and reached out to take the ramen Hai Yi offered him.

Who would have thought the ramen had just come out of the pot and was still hot to the touch?

"I rushed over as fast as I could as soon as it was ready. How are you feeling? Are your injuries any better now? The nurse said your constitution is excellent. At this rate, you'll be fully recovered in three to five days. When I saw you covered in blood yesterday, I thought you'd be stuck in bed for at least three to five months." Yamanaka Hai Yi was a powerful Sensor Ninja. Xingran's hollow eyes and silence had genuinely frightened Hai Yi at first; that was the broken expression only someone who had suffered a tremendous blow would show. But once Xingran spoke, Hai Yi put his worries to rest. From Xingran's tone, he could tell that losing his whole team had not dealt him an irreparable blow.