Orochimaru extended one finger and lightly tapped the tabletop twice.
"This ninjutsu was developed by the Second Hokage. The requirements for learning it are exceptionally harsh."
"First, you need an enormous amount of chakra to support it. Each spatial jump consumes several times more chakra than ordinary ninjutsu."
"Second, you need outstanding talent for spatial perception. You must accurately pinpoint spatial coordinates while moving at high speed. Even a deviation of one millimeter could get your body sliced into pieces by spatial turbulence."
Orochimaru leaned forward, his golden vertical pupils fixed on Qian Ye's face.
"Minato mastered it because he was innately extremely sensitive to spatial fluctuations."
"What about you?"
Orochimaru ruthlessly exposed Qian Ye's shortcomings.
"Your chakra reserves are inferior even to those of an ordinary Chunin. Today, you completely ran dry just cooling Pakura down inside the barrier."
"As for spatial talent, ANBU tested you before. Your perception is only at a normal level."
"You could hold the Flying Thunder God scroll as nothing more than decoration. If you force yourself to train it, you'll teleport yourself into a rock and get stuck on the very first day."
The wild joy on Qian Ye's face froze.
This old schemer really knew how to stab him where it hurt.
Every word was true. He had no way to refute any of it.
Qian Ye withdrew his finger awkwardly and continued scanning down the scroll.
"Then... the Eight Gates?" Qian Ye asked tentatively.
Might Duy had used this move to kick four of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen to death, while Might Guy had nearly kicked out the ending with a single blow.
He now had Garp's training plan, and his physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. This taijutsu should have been a perfect fit for him.
Orochimaru gave a soft laugh.
"The Eight Gates is indeed a good thing."
"But the essence of this technique is forcibly breaking through the human body's limiters and overdrawing your life force in exchange for a brief burst of power."
Orochimaru shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.
"Qian Ye, you told me last night that you pursued Life-and-Spirit Dual Cultivation, that you wanted to survive for a long time."
"A technique like the Eight Gates, one that kills a thousand enemies while costing yourself ten thousand, runs completely contrary to your ideals."
"If you open the eighth gate, death is inevitable. Do you think that aligns with your original goal of staying alive?"
Qian Ye was speechless again.
The Eight Gates truly was too extreme.
If it came down to opening the Gate of Death, it would basically mean mutual destruction. He had no desire to be some hero who shone only briefly before vanishing.
Qian Ye scratched his head, his gaze landing on "Impure World Reincarnation."
This was Orochimaru's signature godly technique in the future.
Following Qian Ye's gaze, Orochimaru directly pulled the scroll back a little.
"Don't look at that one."
"Impure World Reincarnation requires living human sacrifices, as well as the dead person's DNA. Where would a Genin like you get those things?"
"Besides, this technique is still in the refinement stage. The current version is extremely unstable. The dead summoned by it retain very little of their strength and may even backlash against the caster."
Qian Ye had completely run out of temper.
This wouldn't work, and that wouldn't work.
Why were all S-rank Ninjutsu nothing but pits?
"Teacher, then what do you think I should choose?" Qian Ye leaned back and spread his hands. "Since you let me choose, you must have already thought of something for me, right?"
Orochimaru did not answer directly. Instead, he rose and walked over to the massive sand table.
"Qian Ye, you are too greedy."
"When you see these powerful ninjutsu, all you think about is how much destruction they can cause and how impressive they can make you look."
"But you haven't considered whether these ninjutsu are actually suitable for you."
Orochimaru turned around and looked at Qian Ye, who was slumped in his chair.
"If a ninja wants to survive on the battlefield and live for a long time."
"The most important thing is not learning how many killing moves you have, but recognizing your own weaknesses and finding ways to make up for them."
Qian Ye sat up straight.
Orochimaru was about to teach him a lesson.
To be fair, setting aside those insane human experiments, Orochimaru was absolutely one of Hidden Leaf's best mentors.
He could tailor the most suitable path of growth according to every disciple's traits.
"Your strengths are obvious."
Orochimaru raised one finger.
"Your physical strength far surpasses that of people your age. You are even stronger than some Chunin who specialize in taijutsu."
"Your chakra control is exceptionally precise. You can use both Water and Wind natures to complete an internal cooling cycle, and you can even block your own heat radiation in desperate situations."
Orochimaru raised a second finger.
"But your weaknesses are more fatal than your strengths."
"Chakra reserves."
Orochimaru hit upon Qian Ye's greatest problem with one sentence.
"Your total chakra reserves are too low. Whether using advanced ninjutsu or sustaining a prolonged battle, you cannot manage either."
"Today, inside the barrier, if Pakura had not collapsed from the backlash, you would not have lasted past the fourth minute."
Qian Ye fell silent.
Everything Orochimaru said was right.
His current fighting style relied entirely on the explosive physical power brought by Garp's training, along with revolvers and Explosive Tags to exploit information gaps.
To him, chakra was used more to assist acceleration and stimulate his muscles.
Once he got dragged into a prolonged battle and ran out of chakra, he would become a living target.
"So, Teacher, what do you suggest?" Qian Ye asked humbly.
Orochimaru returned to the desk and placed both hands on its surface.
"Give up those flashy offensive ninjutsu."
"Choose an auxiliary S-rank Ninjutsu that can solve your chakra weakness."
"Think carefully about what path you want to take in the future. Since your body is so strong, why not maximize that advantage?"
Qian Ye's mind began turning rapidly.
An auxiliary S-rank Ninjutsu.
Something that solved his chakra weakness.
Something that maximized his physical advantage.
He closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Cross-Border Mutual Aid Group.
Zhao Hai could provide Sea King meat every day.
That meat contained an incomparably terrifying power of blood and vitality. Eating it could convert it into a large amount of chakra.
But the problem was that his chakra pathways were like a small cup.
Once the cup was full, any excess chakra would simply overflow and dissipate. He could not store it at all.
He could not exactly gnaw on raw meat while forming hand seals in the middle of a fight, could he?
That image was too beautiful. He would probably get cut down by an enemy before he even swallowed.
He needed a container.
An enormous reservoir capable of storing all the chakra accumulated from eating Sea King meat in his daily life!
Then, when battle came, he could release it all at once.
Qian Ye's eyes snapped open, and his heartbeat skipped half a beat.
In the Naruto World, there was only one S-rank Ninjutsu capable of doing this!
And this technique could not only store chakra, but also work with an outrageously powerful recovery ability. It was practically the ultimate divine gear for a taijutsu ninja.
Qian Ye took a deep breath, moved his gaze away from the scrolls on the desk, and looked directly into Orochimaru's eyes.
"Teacher, I've decided."
Orochimaru looked at him with great interest.
"Oh? Let's hear it."
Qian Ye announced the name one word at a time.
"Yin Seal."
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