"Slow, still too slow! Speed up your reactions. Don't just use your eyes—feel it out. In battle, your senses can help you detect the enemy's attacks."
Compared to Nawaki's tedious training, Little Blondie's training was far more grueling, with all sorts of different methods.
Jingyi held a stick as he guided Little Blondie through neural reflex training.
To become the Yellow Flash of the Shinobi World, relying on the Flying Thunder God alone was not enough. His neural reflexes also needed to reach their limit.
Otherwise, when he teleported over, he might not kill the enemy at all—he might just crash himself to death or slam headfirst into the enemy's weapon.
Don't doubt it. The Flying Thunder God was just that damn troublesome.
Those who met the requirements became absurdly fierce after learning the Flying Thunder God. Those who did not, even if they learned it, would not be able to control it properly.
This showed just how monstrous Tobirama Senju was.
His combat capabilities in every respect had reached the maximum. Without exaggeration, he was a textbook all-rounder.
If Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha had not been looming over him, Tobirama Senju's reputation would have been even greater.
"Whew... whew..."
Training in the pouring rain tested a person's endurance and willpower. The rain soaked every inch of their clothes and affected their movements. Continuing to train beneath it drained stamina faster, and excessive stamina loss made the body stiff.
That alone would have been one thing, but training on muddy ground also required him to maintain his footing and control his chakra properly.
Otherwise, one careless step and he would fall flat on his face.
Minato Namikaze, whose stamina was steadily draining away, panted heavily. He looked utterly bedraggled, his clothes covered in mud.
Jingyi had deliberately chosen the