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Inside Wuchen's small courtyard. A cool breeze swept in from afar, invigorating and refreshing. Wuchen was in an exceptionally good mood. On the rooftop, he looked up at the vast expanse of stars, his demeanor utterly relaxed and content. He unconsciously hummed a difficult, grating tune.
"The boundless horizon is my love, the endless green mountains call the flowers to bloom, oh no, it's the flowers are blooming at the foot of the endless green mountains, what kind of rhythm is the most swaying..." The unsettling howls were incessant, infuriating the neighbors, but due to Wuchen's dominance, they wisely chose to shut up, quietly listening to the pig-slaughtering-like singing until their minds broke... "I say, Wuchen..." In Wuchen's mind, Ling'er's cold voice rang out, her tone slightly trembling, no longer as indifferent as before. Her clear, ethereal voice gained vitality, with a hint of human-like feeling. "What is it? I remembered the lyrics after twenty-eight attempts, and because of your interruption, I've forgotten them again! Ling'er, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll let you personally experience how terrifying a rampaging Earthling with a maxed-out rage meter can be!" Wuchen's mouth twitched, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood, roaring furiously, red-faced and raging. *The lyrics I finally remembered, forgotten because of one unimportant, utterly pointless word from you! How can I not be angry?!* "That..." Ling'er's perpetually unchanging face softened slightly.
The words on her lips were withdrawn. She really wanted to tell him to shut up, that if he kept singing, the neighbors would all spit blood from his off-key melody. But on second thought, she decided against it. It would be counterproductive if she made Wuchen's mind break. After all, he was someone who couldn't remember a sentence even after 28 tries!
"How is your Ninjutsu training coming along? You'll be participating in the war in seven days." Ling'er ignored the complaining Wuchen and steered the conversation back to the main topic. "It doesn't matter. Those so-called Kage-level figures won't even make a move. And even if they do, it's still uncertain who will win. I am different from those Konoha brats." Wuchen's eyes gleamed, full of confidence.
Those so-called Kage were mostly old men: the old man Onoki, the old man Raikage, and the flamboyant Third Hokage were all old men. "What basis do you have for asserting that you are different from others, thinking you are a special existence? Isn't that too ridiculous, Wuchen? And what confidence do you have to defeat your enemies?" Ling'er asked calmly. "Because I have the Mangekyo, and the Glimmer-Glimmer—" Wuchen blurted it out without thinking, then suddenly realized his mistake. His voice immediately trailed off, and he fell into contemplation. The Mangekyo Sharingan was excellent, and some of its abilities were almost invincible, but its side effects were no joke. The same went for the Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit, which had strict physical requirements. "What do you want to say, Ling'er?" Wuchen asked softly in his mind, shaking his head helplessly.
After some time together, he already knew Ling'er's temperament. She was the type who liked to catch a turtle in a jar, just waiting for him to walk right into it, and then give him a good lesson... "The Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit is one of the most powerful Logia-type Devil Fruits. It still has a lot of future potential and can completely compensate for other shortcomings." Ling'er spoke slowly, deliberately drawing out her words, seemingly hinting at something meaningful. "Are you saying... combine the Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit's abilities with Ninjutsu?" A glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.
Wuchen was also an intelligent person; his thoughts raced. Soon after, like a beast smelling blood, his face was filled with excitement. "Fusion isn't the problem; the problem is that my control over light isn't very proficient yet." Wuchen's brow furrowed. The Glimmer-Glimmer Fruit allowed him to transform into a light human and wield light's abilities, but in terms of both timing and control, Wuchen had to admit, he was far inferior to Kizaru. After all, Kizaru had used the fruit for decades, so naturally, he was masterful. "Just try it first," Ling'er suggested, her thin lips parting slightly.
As soon as Ling'er's words fell, a golden glow appeared at Wuchen's fingertips. The aura was as warm as jade, as docile as a swaddled infant. For a long time, the golden orb slowly expanded. The warm halo quickly faded, replaced by rampant intensity. The brilliant, sparkling light could easily burn one's eyes. Light was a very mysterious energy; its uses were quite numerous. It could even be used for self-healing. However, perhaps because of its diverse abilities, it was exceptionally difficult to control, a delicate task. "Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Before long, the golden orb in Wuchen's hand began to vibrate, emitting mournful whines. It seemed to have reached its limit, and its light instantly intensified to the extreme.
"Bang!" The orb exploded, and the scorching light engulfed Wuchen. His entire body burst into flames, extraordinarily bright. After a moment, the light dispersed, and Wuchen dramatically transformed into an African bare-footed strongman. "What the X@#$!" Wuchen wanted to cry but couldn't, cursing with a miserable face. The concretization of light energy forms was truly difficult to control.
This stuff was far more dangerous than chakra. After all, there were many ways to control chakra; many people in Naruto could materialize chakra. Wuchen could only grope his way to developing new moves with light. One careless mistake could lead to self-immolation. "Practice makes perfect. Everything requires gradual progress. Take it slow, don't rush. That's enough for today." Ling'er's ethereal voice resonated in Wuchen's mind, giving him rational advice. "It's fine. I don't feel tired at all." Wuchen shook his head resolutely, his eyes filled with bright eagerness.
He didn't know if Kizaru had this feeling, but he himself, whenever his stamina was depleted, would slowly recover by absorbing light from the sun. Moonlight could also work, but it took longer. "I feel like I'm Ultraman..." Ling'er chuckled dumbly at his words. This Ultraman, Wuchen, had no energy limits and didn't need to return to Nebula M78... ...