"Then what about Guy?!"
Izuna nodded. The frenzied energy unleashed by the Eight Inner Gates was not chakra, but one's own energy, merely fused with chakra. If that were all, Guy would not have been worth noticing. Mingye shook his head and sighed. A moment of kindness from back then—the notes he had left that man beneath the wedding ceremony—had ultimately created a monster. Yet this monster stood on the complete opposite side from him.
"Different! Or rather, he accomplished something ordinary people could not! The first requirement for continuously opening the acupoints was to temper one's body through relentless training, day after day, year after year, without interruption for at least five years. The best age to begin was six. During that time, aside from training, one had to be constantly beaten, tempering every acupoint in the body to the limit. Since they were still children, sufficient nutrition would allow their bodies to recover quickly. Only after five years of such continuous training could they barely open the first gate—the Gate of Opening.
"After that, the training had to be doubled, and they still had to be beaten every day. At the same time, they had to use the chakra and qi throughout their bodies to continuously hammer their acupoints, their bodies, and their internal organs. That pain was like being sliced alive. It took another five years of unwavering perseverance just to barely open the second gate—the Gate of Healing. Even if I don't say anything about the rest, Second Brother, you should know how difficult it gets, right?!"
Izuna fell into deep thought. He realized that what Mingye described was simply not something a child could endure. Even if they could endure it, they would need an unimaginable amount of medicinal supplements to support such a child's