But was Lin Mu an ordinary ninja?
Of course not!
Not only did he possess the Wood Style Body, the constitution of the God of Shinobi, but he also had the mysterious Naruto Template System.
Ninjutsu?
He had never studied it. The system simply instilled it directly into him.
That was the difference.
He had no need to train painstakingly in ninjutsu like an ordinary ninja. What the system gave him came much faster than anything he could cultivate himself, and it was far stronger, too.
Since arriving in this world, he had spent most of his time refining chakra and raising his cultivation level.
Beyond that, he went out on system missions to earn gold coins.
Occasionally, he also completed missions for the village.
For him, training in the Eight Gates required nothing more than rearranging his training schedule.
Such were the perks of being a transmigrator.
As for the difficulties and time Might Guy had mentioned, he was not concerned.
In truth, he had never slacked off in his training. No matter how grueling it became, he was confident he could endure it.
Since he had come to this world and decided to reach its pinnacle, he would take everything to the limit.
Whether in ninjutsu or taijutsu, he would become the strongest.
After leaving the hospital that day, Lin Mu did nothing else and went straight home.
He continued refining chakra and practicing senjutsu, doing his best to bring himself into peak condition.
The night passed quickly. Lin Mu opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a stale breath.
His life followed an orderly routine. Once awake, he immediately got up, washed, and jogged to a ramen shop.
After ordering a standard set meal, he began eating.
His finances had improved considerably lately, and he usually ate breakfast