Activating the Broken Anchor
Natsu did not refuse.
These two brothers, working together, can now easily overpower ordinary Admiral-Emperor Level. Bringing them along is definitely safer than having one person do it alone.
He nodded in agreement, then stood up and said, "Before I leave, I'll go and assign Sasuke his training assignments for the next month," before turning and walking towards the door.
In the small Training Ground in the backyard, Sasuke was practicing Shuriken throwing alone against a wooden stake.
The Kunai struck the stake with a dull thud, the six Kunai arranged in a perfect fan shape, none missing their mark.
Hearing footsteps, Sasuke turned around and saw Natsu. His eyes lit up for a moment, but he quickly straightened his face and gave a composed bow. "Natsu."
Natsu leaned against a pillar by the Training Ground and explained the training schedule for the next month to him, item by item.
In terms of Taijutsu, the Shadow Clone adjusts the difficulty based on his daily condition, gradually increasing from one-on-one sparring to multi-person attacks;
In terms of Ninjutsu, the combined use of Fire Release and Lightning Release needs to begin transitioning from single-style ninjutsu to composite Ninjutsu. The basic coordination of wind and fire superimposed and lightning and fire intertwined must be mastered by the end of the month.
The number of real-world simulations has increased to three times a week. The Shadow Clone will simulate different types of enemies— Taijutsu type, Ninjutsu type, and Genjutsu type—each with specific weaknesses that he needs to discover and overcome.
Finally, he added that all training records would be saved by his Shadow Clone, and he could check them page by page when he returned.
Sasuke didn't interrupt at all, but his fingers tightened their grip on the Kunai little by little.
After Natsu finished speaking, he raised his head, his dark eyes showing a hint of stubbornness, but more so seriousness, as he asked if Xia Yin was going to a very dangerous place.
Natsu looked at him and said he wasn't lying. He said there might be danger, so he brought Yaoyu and Yakumi with him. His uncle and Elder Setsuna were on the island, so there was no need to worry.
Sasuke was silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously and said only four words: "I will become stronger."
Natsu reached out and ruffled his hair, then turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.
Sasuke stood there, watching the gray-white figure disappear at the end of the corridor. Then he bent down to pick up the scattered Kunai on the ground, walked back to the wooden stake, and began a new round of throwing practice. Each strike was more forceful than before.
A few days later, before the morning mist had even dissipated from the Training Ground on Origin Island, the Yaoyu and the Yakumi appeared precisely at the gate of Natsu's house.
The two brothers still wore their signature expressionless faces, but their aura was even more profound than it had been a few months ago—the successful cultivation of Sage Mode had firmly placed them on the threshold of the Admiral-Emperor Level.
Even just standing there quietly, the air around seemed to solidify under some kind of invisible pressure.
Izumi leaned against a pillar, clutching a newly bought hairband in her hand, watching Natsu hand over several Flying Thunder God Kunai, one containing the Yaoyu " and the other the Yakumi. She then checked the Soldier Pills and Sealing Talismans in their ninja tool bags.
She wanted to go too.
Her Sage Mode just completed its final breakthrough yesterday, Susanoo can now actively absorb Natural Energy in its fully activated state.
But Uncle Fugaku is right. She has just completed her breakthrough and her foundation is not yet stable. Forcibly interrupting her cultivation to venture into the unknown world could backfire and be more harmful than beneficial.
Quan bit her lip, said nothing, but simply stuffed the newly bought hairband into Natsu's hand and told him to be careful.
Natsu took the hairband, casually tied it around her wrist, and then gently pressed the top of her head.
"Come back and check your cultivation progress. Don't slack off." Quan was pressed back by him, slapped his hand away, glared at him irritably, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
The three of them stood still in the courtyard.
Natsu took out the Broken Anchor from her sleeve—it was a palm-sized crystal fragment, its surface covered with fine cracks, and deep within the cracks flowed a dark and slow luster that did not belong to this world.
He took a deep breath and slowly channeled his Chakra into it.
The crystal suddenly exploded into a dazzling burst of seven-colored light. The light was not blinding, but it carried a chilling sense of spatial distortion.
Centered on Natsu's feet, an extremely complex spatial technique unfolded in all directions. Wherever the light patterns passed, the air was silently torn apart, revealing patches of pitch-black void cracks.
Several beams of light rose simultaneously from the edge of the spell, enveloping the three figures—then the light abruptly receded, leaving the courtyard empty except for a few fallen leaves swirling slowly in the air, stirred up by the spatial fluctuations.
Quan stood under the eaves, watching the few fallen leaves drift back to the ground, and clenched his fist.
Next time, she must stand by his side, not be the one left behind.
As the light faded, Natsu opened her eyes to a dense, primeval forest that blotted out the sky.
The canopies of the towering ancient trees intertwine and overlap, cutting the sunlight into countless tiny spots that fall onto the thick layer of humus.
The air was filled with the scent of damp earth and the sweet fragrance of some unknown wildflowers, and in the distance, the faint sound of a stream rushing against the stone walls could be heard.
It looks no different from those primitive islands in the One Piece World, teeming with ferocious beasts.
But he sensed something was wrong almost the instant he landed.
A very familiar energy fluctuation permeated the air, omnipresent, seeping from every leaf, every grain of soil, and every wisp of breeze, naturally surrounding the three of them.
This is not the untamed, wild Natural Energy found in the One Piece World, but rather Chakra that has been adapted to by the life forms of this world over thousands of years, becoming docile and even.
He stood on the land of the Ninja World.
The Yaoyu and Yakumi of the medicine tensed up almost simultaneously.
Although the two brothers maintained their usual expressionless faces, their Sharingan had involuntarily lit up.
They sensed it too.
As ninjas who grew up on this land, they were all too familiar with this omnipresent Chakra fluctuation.
This is the air of the Ninja World, an instinctive memory etched into the bones of the Uchiha clan.
Natsu squatted down, placed her palms on the ground covered with thick moss, and closed her eyes to sense it for a moment.
When he reopened his eyes, the crimson light of the Mangekyo Sharingan flashed briefly in his pupils.
He spoke calmly, telling Yaoyu and Yakumi that about twenty kilometers to the southeast, there was an area with unusually dense Chakra fluctuations, quite large in size, which should be a gathering place for ninjas.
He paused, his tone still calm, but his eyes darkened slightly as he made his judgment—this distribution pattern of Chakra indicated a ninja village, and a rather large one at that.