The Qi within the body circulates repeatedly, washing over the eyes, then flowing down the root of the tongue and returning to the Dantian.
After an unknown amount of time, Shinsei felt that the soreness in his eyes had suddenly eased considerably, and the Chakra flowing into his eyes had also decreased.
Open your eyes and pick up a mirror.
The crimson Sharingan's Futatsudomoe slowly rotated.
Futatsudomoe?
The Tomoe in his eyes had indeed become two, symmetrically distributed in his red eyes.
Shinsei channeled his Chakra into his eyes, and a black Tomoe reappeared in his eye, transforming it into Mitsudomoe.
Haha, Shinsei was quite pleased. Using his internal Qi to refine the Sharingan was indeed effective. He believed that he would soon be able to freely turn the Sharingan.
If one were to fully refine the Sharingan, would they also have the potential to awaken the Mangekyō?
The Sharingan is the eye that reflects the soul, so what kind of Mangekyō skills will I gain?
He grabbed the black goggles from the table, put them on, opened the door, Jiraiya waiting there.
"Does Shinsei really not need the main group to go together?"
"No need!" Shinsei shook his head. He was going to end the war, not to slaughter civilians.
If Hanzo of the Salamander is defeated or killed, Amegakure will naturally withdraw from this war.
Ordinary ninjas can only become cannon fodder in high-level battles.
Before long, everyone had arrived.
Besides Orochimaru who stayed behind, the others who were dispatched this time included Shinsei, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Minato, and Hinata.
Although Minato had just learned the Flying Thunder God, he was still young, and he brought him along to gain combat experience.
Hinata also came from another world, and Shinsei didn't want her to leave his sight.
The rainy weather in the Land of Rain makes the roads extremely muddy and the trees slippery. People need to be extra careful when jumping in the trees to avoid falling.
Of course, if any of these people actually fell from the tree because of this, it would likely be a stain on their record for life.
"Wow!"
Jiraiya yelled, lost his footing, and fell from the tree, landing face-first on the ground.
He awkwardly got up, his face covered in mud, and gave an unnatural smile.
"It was all an accident, an accident!"
"Idiot, is this how you teach your disciples?"
Tsunade was both angry and amused. She was used to Jiraiya's unreliability since childhood, but apart from herself, the others were all juniors.
Jiraiya was embarrassed, and Tsunade also felt ashamed.
Jiraiya laughed somewhat awkwardly as he cleaned the mud off his body.
Minato Namikaze suppressed a laugh and went to help him clean up.
Hinata stood next to Tsunade, turning her back as if she hadn't seen her, but her Byakugan was activated.
Only Shinsei laughed unrestrainedly.
" Lord Jiraiya, don't be embarrassed. In our world, when Lord Jiraiya was peeping into the bathhouse, he even got hit by a woman's wooden clogs!"
Upon hearing this, Tsunade's gaze towards Jiraiya became even more hostile.
After all this commotion, the atmosphere within the team was no longer as serious as before.
As the houses ahead gradually increased, one could occasionally see emaciated pedestrians.
"Stop!" a man shouted.
A seven or eight-year-old child ran out of the thatched hut next door, holding a rice ball in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth as he ran.
But how could a child outrun an adult? A thin, middle-aged man darted out of the house and tackled the child to the ground in a few steps.
The man used his fingers to pry open the child's mouth, scratching the child's face until it was covered in blood.
"Spit it out! Spit it out!"
The child gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the middle-aged man riding on him.
"Stop!" A thick, strong arm grabbed the man's arm and pulled him over.
Upon seeing Jiraiya's Forehead Protector, the middle-aged man collapsed to the ground in terror, screaming in horror:
"I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore, please spare me, Ninja Master!"
The child picked up the rice ball covered in mud, ignoring the dirt, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Don't eat it," Minato Namikaze said gently, crouching down. "You'll get a stomachache."
Hinata took a chicken leg from her storage scroll and handed it to the child.
The child was stunned for a moment, then took the chicken leg and began to swallow it in large gulps.
The middle-aged man watched the child eat with grease dripping from his mouth and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Hinata threw him one too.
The child stopped eating halfway through and carefully put the half chicken leg into his pocket.
"Eat up, there's more if you're not full!" Shinsei looked at the dirty child, a situation he had never experienced in his past or present life.
"I... I want to take this to my sister." The child's voice was clear and bright; it was a girl.
Shinsei saw that the little girl's face was covered in scratches and grease, her half-length hair was full of hardened dirt, her clothes were tattered, and her bare feet were covered with tiny wounds.
"Don't move." Shinsei placed his hand on the little girl's head.
Water Release Chakra spread from Shinsei's hands, enveloping the little girl's entire body.
The water flowed gently, swirling around the little girl's skin, carrying away all the dirt and grime from her body.
Before long, a clean and pretty little girl appeared before everyone.
Tsunade Healing Mystical Palm Technique to heal the wounds on the little girl's face.
"Let's go see your sister."
Shinsei could tell that Jiraiya and Tsunade were probably used to this kind of thing, and that they likely wouldn't have bothered if he hadn't stopped them.
Shinsei has lived two lives. In his previous life, he lived in the peaceful China of China, and in this life, he was born in Konoha, where he is quite well-off. He can't just turn a blind eye to something like this.
Inside a dilapidated thatched hut, a dirty little girl lay among a pile of straw. She was emaciated and looked to be three or four years old.
As the group entered, the little girl looked at her older sister, tremblingly reaching out her small hand, her mouth slightly open, babbling, but no sound came out.
Hinata took out the food and carefully fed it into the little girl's mouth. The little girl tried hard to open her mouth, but couldn't swallow the grains of rice.
Shinsei covered the ground with Chakra, drawing out a stream of water from outside the room. After slightly purifying it, he mixed it with rice balls, and the water swirled into a paste.
Hinata carefully fed the rice paste into the little girl's mouth.
Tsunade placed her hands on the little girl's abdomen to examine her body.
After a moment, Tsunade her head. "Organ failure, he can't be saved."
As Tsunade's disciple, Shinsei knew that the three- or four-year-old girl in front of him had suffered from organ failure due to long-term malnutrition. This was a condition that even a miracle could not save, especially given the limited medical resources available here.
Hinata turned to look at Shinsei, as if to ask whether they should continue.
"Keep feeding him; at least he'll have a full meal before he dies."
The little girl tried hard to swallow the rice milk, but gradually stopped and stopped breathing.
Her sister witnessed her sister's death the entire time, but didn't shed a single tear. She simply knelt down and closed her sister's eyes.
This wasn't the first time Shinsei had faced death, but what he was seeing made him uneasy.
Was he a saint? He asked himself.
"It's alright," Jiraiya, placing a hand on Shinsei's shoulder. "You'll get used to it after you've seen it more."
Shinsei looked at his older sister squatting on the ground and put the half chicken leg from his pocket into his younger sister's arms.
He suddenly felt a deeper longing to end the war.