Individual Progress, Next Deployment

Cang walked deeper along the corridor, his footsteps echoing softly off the stone walls, like drops falling into deep water, marking time.

Kagami and White Fang were already waiting at the entrance to the stone chamber on the lowest level. They stood side by side, half a step apart, both relaxed. They did not look like they had come to be inspected; rather, they looked as if they had simply stopped what they were doing at the same moment and were waiting for Cang to come take a look. Cang stopped several steps in front of them. His gaze fell on Kagami first, sweeping over him from head to toe. It paused briefly on the nearly imperceptible Chakra glow around him before shifting to White Fang and giving him the same inspection.

Come closer. Let me see.

Kagami did not hesitate. He stepped forward. Without activating any ocular technique, he raised his right hand, brought his fingers together, and made a downward slicing motion through the air ahead of him—an incredibly light strike, so light it looked like no more than a casual swing of his arm. Yet when the edge of his palm cut through the air, Cang saw an extremely fine silver trail linger in space for nearly a second before slowly fading. There was not the slightest excess tremor along its edges. It was as clean as the straight line left by a blade cutting across water.

The capacity of your chakra pathways has already exceeded the limit of the Uchiha bloodline, Cang said. The Chakra density wrapped around that strike was twenty percent higher than the last time I saw it. How much did you use?

Thirty percent. Kagami lowered his hand. I neither deliberately held back nor deliberately boosted it when I exerted force. It