Three days later, deep in the Amazon Rainforest.
Morning light filtered through layer upon layer of canopy, casting mottled shadows across the damp forest floor.
Mist drifted and churned through the woods, like white ribbons winding around ancient trees.
Tianyi sat cross-legged on the branches of that giant tree, his breathing long and steady.
After three days and three nights, his body had fully recovered, and his chakra was at full capacity.
He opened his eyes, his white pupils carrying a faint sheen in the morning light.
He flexed his right arm. His joints gave a soft series of cracks—no pain, no stiffness, as nimble as ever.
His hands formed seals.
Shadow Clone Technique! Bang!
White smoke burst out, and a Shadow Clone appeared on a nearby branch.
The Shadow Clone sat cross-legged, hands resting on its knees, closed its eyes, and began absorbing natural energy.
Tianyi looked at the Shadow Clone before him and sighed inwardly.
That kid Naruto used Shadow Clones to train, creating thousands at a time.
That kind of physique, talent, and chakra reserve was practically cheating.
Even with his current strength, creating several Shadow Clones to train simultaneously was already his limit.
Any more than that, and neither his body nor mind could bear it.
But Naruto could train with hundreds, even thousands at once. That was the strength of a child of destiny—truly formidable.
But that was all in the future. Right now, Naruto was still drinking milk in swaddling clothes. He could not even walk, much less use Shadow Clones.
The corners of Tianyi's mouth lifted slightly. He shook his head, casting those random thoughts from his mind.
His feet left the branch, and his body slowly rose into the air.
Gravity Manipulation carried him through the canopy and mist. A signal icon