I knew Zang Jun was worried too, but he had the master's skills. He did not have much need for hand seals. I couldn't see the prince forming a sphere with one hand and grinding it all the way to the sixth floor! What was that supposed to mean? Mirai also had an affinity for wind. They had a basic understanding of the Rasengan as well. With the Kazekage's guidance, Mirai believed he would master it sooner or later. The disabled had no choice by nature. At first, he had been unable to laugh it off!
"Yes, Mirai will apply for it. That girl spent so much money on Mirai; he has to do something." Danzo nodded and said, "The continuing Second Shinobi World War may be very close. Do you want to go to the battlefield?"
"Me? What? So soon?!" Mirai frowned at Danzo Shimura. This made no sense. He should know how important Mirai usually was to him. How could he let him do something so dangerous? Still, swords did not last on the battlefield. Everyone could die! Although Huo Ying's original work had not mentioned his son, wouldn't he be torn apart on the battlefield?
That said, killing on the battlefield was naturally welcome. Killing would definitely grant experience points—living, breathing experience! With experience, Mirai could do many things! For example, level up! For example, gain some skills! For example... well, become stronger! The experience he gained through daily practice was far inferior to what he had earned at the slaughterhouse a few days ago. It was clear that killing was a shortcut to power.
"Yes! Only by truly experiencing the battlefield can one understand the value of peace. Mirai was already on the battlefield when he was your age!" Danzo said, his memories concealed behind his