Shinnosuke had actually fallen ill. To a ninja, this illness could be called a terminal disease: "Chakra Loss Syndrome."
It was an illness with no warning signs and no treatment. Anyone afflicted by it would suffer a continual decline in their ability to refine chakra over the course of a year, and it was irreversible. In other words, they would be unable to refine chakra to replenish themselves. As the chakra originally within their body was gradually depleted, within a year at most, they would no longer be able to refine chakra. Their strength would be reduced to, at best, that of a genin.
Apparently, this had dealt the man another blow, and he had begun crazily taking missions everywhere. He drove the members of his team forward like mad as well. In just three months, several batches of subordinates had already cycled through under him. Basically, they had either died, been crippled, or simply been unable to endure his style and requested a transfer.
"Boss Shinnosuke, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your subordinates, shouldn't you?"
Li let out a soft sigh. He understood how Shinnosuke felt. He had practically been on the verge of becoming Kage-level after a few more years of hard work, only for things to turn out like this. Fate truly toyed with people.
"Could you all stop talking about Shinnosuke?" Hatake Yuiga walked in directly from outside, several streaks of blood on his face. He had also left Shinnosuke's team, but Li and Hinata had not been very active outside lately, while this man's reputation had risen instead. Many called him a genius of swordsmanship, saying he might even become a Sword Saint.
"I heard you've been rather active outside lately."
Li said with a smile, "A lot of