"Transmutation?"
Transmuters were fickle and habitual liars.
He didn't think that described him. He was such an honest person.
"Still, transmutation works too. Enhancement and conjuration are next to it, so I can use eighty percent of either one's power."
Training outside one's own category came with reductions in effectiveness. He could use eighty percent of enhancement and conjuration's power, sixty percent of emission, forty percent of manipulation, and zero percent of specialization.
Because of specialization's unique nature, every other category had zero percent effectiveness in it.
Hyuga Akira wasn't exactly disappointed by this result. His attacks still relied on ninjutsu.
The properties of his Nen Ability were just an extra option, only affecting how he would develop abilities in the future.
Notable transmuters included Killua and Hisoka. The former's electricity-like Nen let him control electricity and increase his speed, while Hisoka's Nen possessed elasticity and stickiness.
He poured out the water in the glass.
Hyuga Akira lay down on the bed, satisfied.
Time to sleep.
Hyuga Akira stayed in his room for several days. During that time, Murakami Hana was nowhere to be seen, and he had no idea what the man was doing.
He couldn't freely leave the base, either. Brief outings were fine, but anyone who stayed out too long would be barred from entering the base, or even killed.
These Amegakure shinobi were being rather inhumane.
All he could do was keep exercising in his room. Although it was inside a mountain, the ventilation was fairly good.
No newcomer moved into the room next door, either.
After several days of waiting, Murakami Hana finally knocked on his door.
"Lord Hanzo wants to see you," Murakami Hana told the shirtless Hyuga Akira.
Sweat still ran down his body from all his exercise.
"Understood." Hyuga Akira quickly