Mito Uzumaki's Plea

As the flames dissipated, Shimizu stood in place without a single scratch, though his black robe had been reduced to tatters, revealing the perfect, robust physique beneath.

"Physical strength... has increased once again."

Shimizu tore away the remaining strips of fabric clinging to him, and Earth Release chakra rapidly spread across his body, forming a gray robe as thin as a cicada's wing.

This was a temporary garment Shimizu had fashioned using Earth Release; as long as he maintained the chakra, it would persist for three days.

B-rank Fire Release can no longer harm me. Has my resistance to flames reached such a level?

Shimizu thought to himself.

Majestic Destroyer Flame was a B-rank ninjutsu, and few could master it.

Yet, he could now remain completely immune to it without even utilizing his chakra.

While the innate talent for Fire Release he had acquired played a part, Shimizu could still partially negate C-rank ninjutsu of other natures.

This was without the use of chakra.

In other words, this was his completely normal state.

If others were to refrain from using chakra, even Sasuke with his Six-Tomoe Rinnegan would be stone-cold dead after taking a single D-rank hit.

After all, his Rinnegan had been blinded by a common kunai.

If Shimizu were to utilize his chakra, his physical durability would ascend to yet another level.

"The only thing missing is the Sharingan."

Shimizu subconsciously touched the Yin Seal on his forehead.

His chakra was being funneled into the Karma on his chest, while his ocular power was being poured into the Yin Seal.

Both were harvesting the essence of Shimizu day and night.

As soon as the time was ripe, Shimizu would be able to reap a bountiful harvest.

"Ah!"

Uchiha Hikari shyly covered her eyes with her palms, peeking through