Mirai smashed his mouth, then touched his face, feeling that his face was not worth it...
Most importantly, those guys were all arrogant. If they truly swallowed their pride and let Mirai join them, Mirai would only have an even harder time in that little organization.
Besides, even if Mirai swallowed his pride, they might not necessarily agree to take him in.
"Forget it. I'm a dignified S-rank rogue ninja—am I supposed to be afraid of some nameless former Hokage faction? What a joke!"
Mirai lifted his little chin, stopped thinking about it, and turned his attention back to training.
And what he trained was not swordsmanship. Swordsmanship was simply too much of a trap. Mirai guessed that even if he were a peerless genius, he probably would not meet the requirements to awaken a swordsmanship body in a single night.
Mirai tossed the stick aside, then stretched out his right hand and slowly gathered his divine spiritual power.
However, what Mirai condensed this time was not a Spiral Pill, but an invisible ball of energy.
"Solidify!"
Mirai shouted softly. A leaf fell onto his right hand, but it suddenly vanished without a trace, turning into nothingness.
"I've used this move so many times. It's time to give it a name..."
Mirai felt that every time he used this technique, something seemed to be missing. After thinking it over, he finally realized that this move lacked nothing more than the imposing momentum that came from shouting its name.
As the saying went, output depended on shouting!
Just look at the ninja techniques and skills other people used. Before using them, they would directly shout out the name of the skill. Even if the technique itself was not very powerful, as long as you shouted its name loudly, the opponent would