After having a nice, refreshing bath and washing off every bit of grime from his body, Seimei finally stepped out of the bathroom.
He looked around and saw that the tub containing the medical bath solution was no longer there. The room had also been cleaned.
Instead, he saw that Hashirama was sitting at a table near the window. As for where the table had come from, he didn't know. His uncle probably brought it out of his storage seal.
But that's not important.
What really caught his eye was the fact that Hashirama was playing cards and gambling with his freaking wood clones.
And even though he was gambling against his wood clones, he was still losing.
Let's set aside the fact that this gambling addict was gambling with his wood clones now.
But how was he still losing?
This uncle of his was losing against his own wood clones, his OWN WOOD CLONES.
How was that possible?
Just what kind of black luck did his uncle have?
Seimei was speechless. His jaw almost hit the floor in astonishment.
Sometimes, Seimei truly wondered how his uncle survived in the cruel Warring States Era with such terrible luck and goofy personality.
Perhaps his strength was so strong that it even averted his bad luck.
However, when it came to gambling, where his prowess as a Shinobi had no use, Hashirama's black luck finally got to shine.
And the result…
Never mind.
He would just ignore it. It was pointless to worry about his uncle's luck.
Seimei shook his head and stepped forward.
Hashirama had already sensed Seimei's approach. He kept playing cards with his wood clones and asked, "Nice. You don't stink anymore."
Seimei just stared at him blankly and retorted, "Worry about yourself first, uncle. You're even losing bets against your clones."
Hearing this, Hashirama let out a mischievous grin.
He took a card from the wood clone on his right and said triumphantly, "That's why I'm gambling against them. Even if I lose all the money, the money will eventually come back to me once I dispel the clones."
Then he watched the card he took closely and cursed under his breath, "Damn it. Another bad card."
Seimei's lips twitched, and his forehead was covered in imaginary black lines when he heard his uncle's reply.
But before he could say anything, Hashirama spoke again.
"I will come to check your progress after 30, no…after 60 minutes."
"Till then, you can go to the training ground and get used to your enhanced physique. An hour should be enough for you to get used to your new strength, reflexes, and speed."
Hashirama turned his face toward Seimei and continued, "You'd better be ready by the time I finish dealing with these damn wood clones of mine."
"We will have some serious sparring to test the limits of your physique. And I can assure you, it will be painful."
"Well, at least that's how my father used to do things when it came to training us brothers."
For a brief moment, Hashirama had a nostalgic look on his face, which was quickly replaced by his usual goofy smile.
"Alright then. Now, go and do some warmups to adjust to your enhanced physique. Otherwise, you can't blame me if you come back home with a panda eye by the end of the day."
"Go ahead now…shoo shoo."
At first, Seimei was listening to Hashirama's words attentively.
But the last remark immediately caused Seimei's expression to darken once again.
What shoo shoo?
Do I look like a dog to you?
You, damn hopeless gambling addict of an uncle.
I now understand why Aunt Mito beat you up with her Adamantine Sealing Chains all the time.
Seimei cursed his uncle with beautiful words internally before taking a deep breath and reining in his thoughts.
Seimei said, "See you in the training ground."
With that, Seimei walked out of the room and headed toward the private training ground.
Despite all the nonsense Hashirama spouted most of the time, he was right about one thing.
He truly needed to achieve complete control over his body, which had suddenly been powered up by who knew how many levels.
Otherwise, he would be beaten to the ground during the sparring session after an hour.
A powerful body was only useful if you had full control of your moves.
After all, you wouldn't want to lose balance and slip up because of the recent physique boost, would you?
If your opponents seized this moment and eliminated you, it would truly be an embarrassing way to die.
Shameful. Just too shameful.
However, as he had just exited the room, he suddenly heard his uncle shouting at his wood clones.
"Which bastard swapped my card the moment I turned my head to talk to Seimei?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…I almost won. I almost won the round this time."
Hearing Hashirama's ear-piercing shriek, Seimei quickened his pace.
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After a few minutes, Seimei quickly reached the private training ground, ready to test his overall strength and prepare for his spar against Hashirama.
"But first…"
"System Panel!"
As soon as his words fell, a blue, translucent screen, visible only to him, materialized in front of his eyes.
Seeing the screen, Seimei wasted no time and quickly checked his attributes.
[Name: Otsutsuki Seimei (Senju Seimei)
Age: 10 Years 3 Months /6,795 Years
Physique: 19 → 22
Spirit: 21 → 22
Chakra: 315,820 → 320,940
Bloodline: Otsutsuki Bloodline LV5 (42,590 /100,000) → (42,598 /100,000)
• Sharingan—Three Tomoe LV3 (7,299 /10,000) → (7,312 /10,000)
• Tenseigan LV3 (174 /10,000) → (199 /10,000)
Affinity: Fire LV6, Water LV6, Earth LV5, Wind LV6, Lightning LV6, Yin LV6, Yang LV5 → LV6
Skills: Chakra Extraction Technique LV7
Chakra Control LV6
Uchiha-style Shurikenjutsu LV6
Uchiha-style Kenjutsu LV6
Uzumaki Sealing Techniques LV4
Chakra Infusion Training Technique LV2
Potioneering LV4
Non-Elemental Ninjutsu:...
Elemental Ninjutsu:...
Genjutsu:...
Medical Ninjutsu:...]
After carefully scanning all his information for a minute, he finally summarized all his gains.
"I see."
"In a normal case, my physique would have just broken through to the 20 points after at least half a year's practice."
"After all, going from 19 to 20 points is a major hurdle, which would have improved my physique by around 100%."
"But the chakra infusion technique not only helped me break through to 20 points, but it also improved my physique by two more points."
Seimei suddenly threw a punch in the empty air with all his might. The air in front of him let out a whistling sound, as if something cut through it at a very high speed.
After doing that, he suddenly paused. Then, he began to stretch his body, jump into the air a few times, and do a few backflips.
Then, he reinforced his entire body with chakra and stomped on the ground with full force, causing the ground beneath him to crack.
Then, he rushed forward like a bullet train. He only relied on his chakra-reinforced physical prowess to quickly cross the distance, appeared in front of a thick tree within the blink of an eye, and punched it.
Bang! Crack!
With a loud bang, the bark of the nearly one-meter-wide tree cracked open before bursting into splinters. The crack spread all around the impact area, which now had a deep crater-like hole that almost reached the tree's core.
It should be noted that the trees in the training ground were no ordinary trees.
They were special ironwood trees. The raw wood produced by them was as tough as a fully processed piece of iron.
If an ordinary Chunin tried to punch them with full force while reinforcing their bodies with chakra, the only result they would get would be broken bones.
The tree wouldn't even have a dent.
Seimei looked at the result of his punch and murmured, "My strength increased three times at the very least."
"It looks like after entering the 20-point threshold, each additional point enhances my physique by at least 25%. The actual number may very well reach 30% physique enhancement per point increase."
Yes. Seimei's calculation was on point.
If his original physique at 19 points was just 1x.
Then, after reaching the 20-point threshold, his physique was enhanced by 100%, pushing this number to 2x.
When he reached 21 points in physique, his physical power increased by 30%, boosting his overall physical prowess to 2.6 times that of the original 19-point body.
When he reached 22 points, the numbers jumped once more.
He wasn't wrong to assume that his physique was at least three times stronger than before.
Seimei continued to analyze, "My spirit has also increased by one point."
"Hmm??"
"Did enduring the pain of physique enhancement and battles in the Kitakari town improve my mental fortitude, causing my spiritual power to jump by one point so quickly?"
"It's possible. After all, people who don't have access to special Kekkei Genkai, Sharingan, or other Dojutsu usually boost their mental power through constant life-and-death conflict and meditation."
"Just look at my uncle Hashirama."
"This guy is not the type to sit down and meditate."
"But his mental fortitude or spirit is so powerful that even Mangekyo Sharingan users would often fail to trap him in Genjutsu."
"Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous."
Then Seimei looked at his Yang Release, which inexplicably reached LV6.
He could only say wow and move on.
"My reflexes have improved by a small margin. My chakra pathway seems to be able to carry and flow chakra more smoothly. The speed at which I can mobilize chakra has improved by at least two times."
"The control over my chakra and Tenketsu release has also improved."
"Interesting. Very interesting."
Seimei almost had the urge to bring a monocle, place it on his right eye, and pinch its frame slightly.
Unfortunately, he was neither the Angel of Time from certain lore nor did he carry monocles.
"Alright. Let's conduct some more tests. It will help me test the limits of my body before Uncle shows up for a sparring session."
With that, Seimei dived into several exercises to test the limits of his body.
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