Soul Slayer Red Ghost

Night fell.

Suifeng dragged his exhausted body onto the bed, unwilling to move a muscle. A short blade surfaced in his mind!

Asauchi!

Though he was dazed at first, he knew this was an Asauchi, a manifestation of his own spirit. The moment it appeared, he understood exactly what it was.

He remembered that he had been training until he was completely drained, his body so weary he nearly fainted. As his vision blurred into darkness and he hovered on the brink of unconsciousness, his mind spun, and this Asauchi manifested. Before he could even process his surprise, information regarding the blade flooded his consciousness.

It was an Asauchi, the prototype of a Zanpakuto from the world of Bleach.

Once infused with his own spirit and will, it would become his very own Zanpakuto.

During the day, in front of Uchiha Fukuyama, he naturally had no opportunity, nor would he be foolish enough to attempt to infuse his spirit and will while under his gaze.

After being pushed by Uchiha Fukuyama to train for another two hours, he had finally collapsed under the man's disappointed and disdainful glare.

When he woke up, he was already lying in his own bed.

"A Zanpakuto? You could have at least given me a Devil Fruit!"

Among the three major shonen manga, the Devil Fruit was the most immediate and effortless way to gain power.

What is a cheat? Isn't it meant to let a transmigrator gain power without effort?

But what is a Zanpakuto? This thing requires hard work to unleash its true potential.

As someone who had absolutely no desire to work hard, today's training under Uchiha Fukuyama had already pushed him to the brink of a breakdown.

But regardless, it was still a cheat of some sort, so he might as well give it a try...

He thought to himself, and though he wasn't entirely satisfied with this cheat, he didn't dwell on it, focusing his mind on the Asauchi within his consciousness.

This was a world of extraordinary power; chakra itself was a combination of physical and mental energy. Possessing the body and memories of Uchiha Suifeng, he naturally knew the basic methods of utilizing mental energy. As he focused, the blank blade in his mind began to emit a faint red glow, and a change occurred.

"This, this is... is this... Sode no Shirayuki? No, wait, is it Sode no Akayuki?!"

I might as well be Fu Hongxue!

The familiar form left Suifeng slightly stunned. The Zanpakuto that appeared in his hand was identical to the Sode no Shirayuki from his memories, save for its color.

The blade, guard, and hilt of Sode no Shirayuki were all pure white, but the Zanpakuto in his hand shimmered with a dark red light. The next moment, a stream of information flooded his mind, and his expression shifted wildly, joy spreading across his face.

"Right, that's it! A cheat should look like a cheat; it can't be useless, right? Red Ghost!!"

This blade was not called Sode no Akayuki, nor was it Fu Hongxue; it was called Red Ghost.

It was a Zanpakuto that had fused with the laws of the Naruto world, or rather, one that had adapted to them.

Setting aside its Shikai and Bankai, or the strength and sharpness of the blade itself, this sword had developed a unique ability after adapting to the laws of the ninja world: the evolution of Kekkei Genkai. In other words, it could assist in the evolution of the Sharingan.

It could help the Sharingan evolve, and it wasn't limited to just that!

The Sharingan was clearly a very troublesome Kekkei Genkai.

Whether it was awakening or evolving, the spirit had to be subjected to significant stimulation.

No, even with extreme stimulation, for most Uchiha, the three-tomoe was the limit; evolving to the Mangekyo was nearly impossible.

The Mangekyo required not only powerful stimulation but also considerable aptitude.

Pure stimulation could only take one to the three-tomoe at most. In the thousand-year history of the ninja world, from the Warring States period to the era of hidden villages, chaos had been constant. Life and death, partings and grief happened every day, and there were no shortage of Uchiha who had seen their entire families slaughtered, yet how many had truly evolved the Mangekyo over all these years?

Without aptitude, even if you experienced all the pain and stimulation in the world, you could never awaken it. This was a chasm that stood before Suifeng.

As a transmigrator who had lived over 40 years in his previous life and had always been as steady as an old dog, he felt no sense of belonging to this world, nor did he have any so-called bonds. Even if everyone in this world died, it likely wouldn't provide him with much stimulation, let alone the strange requirement of aptitude.

But the appearance of Red Ghost solved most of his worries regarding Sharingan evolution. Its effect on the Sharingan was similar to the Hogyoku; it had no threshold for evolution. As long as his chakra levels were sufficient, he could use the power of Red Ghost to begin the process.

In other words, as long as his chakra reached the level of a Chunin, he could evolve to two-tomoe; at the Jonin level, he could reach three-tomoe, and the next step would be the Mangekyo. There were no barriers between the three-tomoe and the Mangekyo. As long as his chakra was sufficient, he could complete the evolution, though that was the limit.

Red Ghost clearly couldn't help him evolve to the Eternal Mangekyo, as that was no longer a matter of his own limitations.

With this, the situation became simple. The powers of the Naruto world were varied and bizarre. Upon first arriving, he had felt lost, but the appearance of Red Ghost gave him a preliminary direction for development.

Chakra, chakra, and more chakra!!

As long as he refined enough chakra, he could evolve the Mangekyo, and with the Mangekyo, he would have the capital to stand in this world. How to increase his chakra was not a problem either; chakra was the combination of physical and mental energy.

Broken down, that meant improving his physical strength and his mental power.

How to improve physical strength? Train!

How to improve mental power? Train!

In short, it required hard training, though he didn't need to go to the extremes of Might Guy.

"However, even so, I must keep a low profile!!"

Awakening the Sharingan at age 6 was already eye-catching enough. He believed that for a long time to come, he would be under some secret scrutiny. Not to mention the clan, but that old schemer Danzo would definitely be watching him. Therefore, he didn't intend to be too flashy in the short term, at least not with his Sharingan.

Thus, taijutsu, swordsmanship, and the speed of hand seals were his top priorities.

As for ninjutsu, he didn't care much.

For others, especially civilian ninjas, a single ninjutsu might be incredibly precious, but for the Uchiha clan, ninjutsu was as common as clouds. As long as he demonstrated sufficient value, he would have no need to worry.

Kakashi alone, with a single Sharingan, managed to carve out the reputation of the Copy Ninja within the ninja world in a short span of time. As for the Uchiha clan, possessing countless pairs of Sharingan throughout their thousands of years of history, only heaven knows exactly how many ninjutsu they have copied.

For most genin, ninjutsu is akin to an ultimate move; it is not so easily deployed. To unleash a ninjutsu of decent power involves more than just chakra—it requires perfect timing and speed of hand seals. For a genin, whether it be the volume of chakra, the timing and intuition for an attack, or the speed of weaving seals, they are still a long way off from powerful ninjutsu. It happens often that before they even finish half their seals, their lives are claimed by a kunai.

Therefore, for the majority of genin, taijutsu and kunai throwing techniques are the foundation.

Because most of the time, aside from the Three Body Technique, they have no opportunity to cast any other ninjutsu. So, the question arises: in Konoha, how does one rapidly improve their taijutsu? Two green figures instantly flashed through the mind of Suifeng.

Pah! What kind of bizarre things am I thinking about?!

Suifeng shook his head violently, casting those untimely thoughts out of his mind.