Mentality Explodes, Fatal Weakness

An hour later, when Xingran reappeared in front of the Hokage Building, his calm expression finally cracked. A surge of extreme panic and irritation nearly made him explode on the spot.

Superman's power was stunted because of the sun, but his weaknesses weren't stunted at all. Just how low did his magic resistance have to be for some random low-rank ninja to instantly hypnotize him?

Luckily, the Anbu directly under the Hokage weren't like Danzō's Root—they were decent enough. This time, they only asked Xingran about the annihilation. If they'd questioned him about what happened a year ago or after his hospitalization, the secrets of his reincarnation and Superman powers would've been exposed. Then he'd be a lab rat for sure.

From now on, he had to be careful of everyone wearing masks. Memorizing every Anbu member's face with his X-ray Vision was essential. Otherwise, what if someone from Root impersonated Anbu and took him in for "assistance with an investigation"? That would be a stupid way to die. In the original story, Shiro had even tricked the experienced Kakashi.

An hour ago, Xingran suddenly felt like the whole world was filled with those hollow eyes. His enhanced neural reflexes let him form the Kai hand sign instantly. Normally, he could break free this way—he was a Dead Last, but that was due to physical limitations. As long as he reacted fast enough and formed the sign to dispel genjutsu, he could escape.

But this time was different. His consciousness was intact, but his body was completely out of control. He spilled everything about what had happened and his own judgments, no matter how much he screamed inside, it had no effect.

His Genjutsu Resistance had dropped. More precisely, it was almost gone. As a member of the Yamanaka Clan, his spiritual and soul strength was naturally higher than normal. But now he realized that even this advantage—the one thing that kept him going as a Dead Last—was gone. He couldn't even match an ordinary person's resistance to genjutsu anymore.

This had to be a weakness that came with awakening Superman's powers.

Everyone knew Superman was a high-offense, high-defense super soldier. He embodied strength, speed, and toughness to the extreme. But even he had clear weaknesses: Kryptonite and low magic resistance.

Kryptonite was easy to understand—it was a meteorite from Krypton.

Low magic resistance actually meant low mental resistance, not low magic resistance. Magic could produce lightning and fireballs, but those were still physical energy reactions. In the comics, Superman was often hit by such attacks without serious injury.

But when Superman faced mental-control magic, he was almost always helpless. He'd be easily controlled, even turned into a human weapon for the enemy.

That was what terrified Xingran now. He'd just gotten Superman's powers and was still riding the high, ignoring the fact that Superman had weaknesses. Now he remembered—and he remembered through personal experience. It was seared into his bones.

Was there Kryptonite in the ninja world? Maybe that meteorite in Hoshigakure was trouble. He'd have to check it out once he was strong enough.

But the immediate problem was his magic resistance.

Where was this? The world of legendary eyes.

From Kaguya Otsutsuki to Uchiha Madara, Obito, Nagato—every one of them had powerful eyes. Genjutsu was child's play to them. The most famous victim was the Mizukage of Kirigakure, turned into the Bloody Mist Village by the Sharingan. One of the most tragic figures in the entire Naruto world.

And on Konoha's side, there was the BUG-level Kotoamatsukami, Itachi's Tsukuyomi. Even the multi-eyed Danzō was a genjutsu expert. He controlled Root with absolute slavery. Xingran shuddered at the thought. If Danzō found out about his Superman powers, he'd eagerly tell the Third Hokage that this kid had great potential as a spy. Then he'd be transferred to Root and turned into a mindless puppet.

No way. This world was way too hostile to Superman. This wasn't a path to glory—I want to go home.

Xingran rushed back home and locked himself in his room. It took a long time before he finally calmed down.

Trembling in fear wouldn't help. In his past life, he'd spent over a year in the hospital with a terminal illness and never gave up hope until he died. Now that his golden finger had arrived, getting stronger was the only way that fit his personality.

This was the ninja world—a world where miracles happened. Even resurrection was possible. There had to be jutsu that could fix weak spiritual soul strength and low magic resistance.

Right, Orochimaru. That guy's Living Corpse Reincarnation involved soul parasitism and transfer. Though Xingran thought his path was wrong—souls should be condensed and strengthened, not diluted like Orochimaru did, turning himself into a little snake with almost no genjutsu resistance. Getting one-shot by Itachi was proof enough.

If it could be diluted, it could be condensed. He didn't know if the theory existed, but Xingran believed it was possible.

Find Orochimaru. Learn his spiritual soul secret techniques. Solve Superman's low magic resistance problem.

Wait—the Yamanaka Clan was a secret technique family specializing in spiritual soul arts. He was a member of the Yamanaka Clan. Thinking about it now, being reincarnated into this clan felt like fate.

Meanwhile, in the center of Konoha's power, the Hokage Building. In the Hokage's office, four old men were gathered: the Hokage himself, Danzō, Utatane Koharu, and Mitokado Homura—all Hokage Advisors.

Since the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, died two years ago, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, had more wrinkles than ever. His hair grew whiter, his back more stooped. As he shrank, he couldn't help but look at Shimura Danzō. No matter how old that guy got, his height never changed.

"Danzō, we have some leads on those bandits' identities. Since Ōnoki has already admitted defeat, he wouldn't let rogue ninja cause trouble in the Land of Fire. I think we should handle this through diplomacy. Peace is hard-won."

The Third Hokage exhaled a puff of smoke, pipe in mouth, rejecting Danzō's proposal for a forceful counterattack. On the battlefield where Yamanaka Xingran was rescued, many Iwa-nin pieces of equipment had been left behind. Without overthinking, anyone would easily conclude that the attackers were Iwa-nin. Whether they were rogue or not, rogue ninja these days were just convenient pawns for espionage. The prime example was Uchiha Itachi.