It can be said that with Wood Release, there is the ability to suppress the Tailed Beasts, placing these unstable "nuclear weapons" under "shackles," to be controlled by humans at will!
"You better be telling the truth."
"Tap...tap..." Having received the answer he wanted, Danzo, leaning on his cane, turned and left.
Just before stepping out, he paused, let out a cold snort, and warned, "Orochimaru, you'd better behave. Hiruzen allowed you to research the First Hokage's cells but did not permit you to experiment on humans. If this is exposed, the consequences..."
"You know very well!"
"Bang~" The door of the laboratory was slammed shut with force.
Isolating all the "dark" and "dampness" inside the room.
Southern Forest.
Close to the Uchiha clan's residence, there's a training ground in the south.
There were two small ones and one large, standing with legs apart, gripping swords in both hands, each with a basket of stones hanging from the sword tip, sweating profusely, bathed in the twilight glow, practicing their sword swings.
Every now and then, the big one would stop and patiently correct the stance, posture, breathing, and rhythm of the two smaller ones... Roy, just as he learned swordsmanship from Urokodaki Sakonji in the past, meticulously instructed Shisui and Itachi.
"The sword is an extension of the arm..."
"As the saying goes, 'the longer, the stronger.' Where hands and feet can't reach, the sword must substitute."
"Holding the sword incorrectly, your back should be straight with a slight forward lean, ensuring a stable lower stance, eyes aligned with the sword tip, forming a straight line..."
"When chopping down, exert the force on the blade to maximize the force of the attack..."
"No, raise your hands a bit more, where is your elbow support...."
"When I say look forward, I don't mean expose your chin for the opponent to pierce...."
"The downward chop needs to be straight, needs to be straight... Or else it's easy for the sword to break....."
"One, chop down... with some force...."
"Two, again...."
"Three...four... If you haven't chopped ten thousand times before sunset, no dinner!"
"Yes!"
Shisui was struggling with his swings, alongside him was the struggling Itachi.
Itachi, currently three years old, not yet four, is two years younger than Shisui... The little one remained silent, stubbornly competing with Shisui in determination...
Roy sat nearby, on a large smooth-cut blue stone behind the two, with Yubashiri inserted in front, flipped out a carving knife and, imitating Urokodaki Sakonji's manner, picked up a piece of wood trying to carve out a short sword as a medium for bearing the [Divine Characters].
According to the instructions in the [Divine Characters Structure], the properties displayed by the [Divine Characters] depend on the Nen user's understanding of that property.
For example, the [Enhancement] Divine Character requires the Nen user to have an in-depth understanding of the "Enhancement" group... The [Flame] Divine Character requires an in-depth understanding of the "Property Change of Nen" of [Fire]... The [Confinement] Divine Character requires understanding of "bind"... The [Extension] Divine Character requires understanding of "space" and "extending"...
In short, [Divine Characters] are not conjured up out of thin air, their engraving relies ultimately on the Nen user's proficiency.
Roy held the carving knife, chipping away wood and removing debris, while constructing the [Divine Spear] in his mind, trying to imprint the [Divine Spear] onto the wood....
"Buzz~" Nen Light applied... The wood gradually took the shape of a sword, but at a certain point, due to a mental deviation from Roy, it exploded with a "bang"!
The youth frowned slightly and took another piece of wood, continuing to practice... until, the panel prompted... [Your follower Uchiha Shisui, successfully swung the sword ten thousand times, Swordsmanship +10...]
From this...[Provided you with a point of Power Of Faith.....]
Roy turned his head, glancing at Shisui gasping on the large rock, exhausted, and the youth grinned at him: "Nissan, I did it!"
Saying that, he actively snuggled over.
Roy reluctantly stopped what he was doing, patted his head.
Shisui closed his eyes like a cat, silently enjoying staying beside, waiting for Itachi, and after a moment, he suddenly remembered something, whispered into Roy's ear: "Nissan, someone came to look for me today... they sent a lot to my house, said they wanted to be friends with me, but I didn't take it."
"Why didn't you take it?"
[En] out, with a slight wriggle of mental insects, silently blended into Shisui's heart... Roy keenly captured an image, found the person, and remembered their appearance.
"I suspect he's a bad person!" Shisui blinked his innocent eyes, scratching his head: "Isn't Nissan always saying, there's no such thing as a free lunch...."
"I don't even know him, why would he give me things?"
"Seven thousand seven hundred eighty-one... seven thousand seven hundred eighty-two.... seven thousand seven hundred eighty-three...." Itachi's struggling murmur faintly emerged....
Roy complimented Shisui with a smile: "You're quite astute."
"He, probably wants to recruit you as a spy."
"Me?"
"Yes." Roy's eyes were deep, gazing ahead through lush greenery, looking at the Hokage Rock standing not far, said with a touch of disdain: "Position decides thoughts, as long as the Uchiha exist, someone can't sleep well."
It all started when Tobirama Senju killed Madara's brother, Uchiha Izuna!
"Is that so..." Shisui was livid, recalling the secrets overheard at clan meetings, his small head dropped like a frost-hit eggplant.
Choosing the village or the clan? It was like a curse entangling every talented and capable Uchiha, allowing not even a moment of rest... Shisui was like that, as was Itachi....
Roy gazed far into the heavens and earth, not comforting Shisui, only waiting for Itachi to finish the "Ten Thousand Basic Swings" for the first time, collapsing limply like a dead dog...
The youth dragged him up by the rear, hoisted him on his back, and casually took Shisui's hand, the three silhouetted by sunset heading home...
"Tap...tap...." Footsteps resounded, passing by the Hokage Rock....
Shisui abruptly lifted his head, looking up at the face of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, asked: "Nissan, if I could be as strong as the First, could this problem be solved?"
Roy paused, faint snores from Itachi sleeping on his back unknowingly surfaced... He said nothing, looking up at the gigantic face of Senju Hashirama, shaking his head slowly: "You need not,"
Spoke thus, resumed walking.
Shisui was dazed, rooted to the spot, nearly dragged along by Roy, swiftly speeding up, his small hand enveloped in Roy's large hand, a heart once downcast abruptly found peace.
"Yes... there's still Nissan...."
"As long as, Nissan becomes the Hokage......"
"Then everything, will no longer be a problem."
That night, a gust of wind swept by, taking away the day's clamor....
After sending Shisui home, Roy carrying Itachi, had dinner, greeted his mother Mikoto, knowing his father Fugaku was called to the Hokage building and would be on duty overnight, returned to his room alone, closed his eyes, throwing himself onto the bedding.
The wooden floor in tatami style served as a hard bed, though less soft than his big bed, but... better-suited for sleeping.
Not long after, a sense of drowsiness washed over... with Roy's mind at ease.....
The familiar sensation of falling swiftly followed!
When he opened his eyes again, he had already traveled through the familiar realm of dreams, departing the Naruto World and returning to the Hunter World.
"Dang~" At five in the morning, the main clock in the town center of the seaside city of Whibiss chimed the dawn.
Roy sat up turning over, beside him Jinx drooled, head buried in the soft bedding, sleeping soundly almost more than him, heard the movement, peeked at him with sleepy eyes, and in an instant, Roy grabbed and tossed him above his own head.
The youth stretched up, did a simple wash up, as usual, started his morning run.
About half an hour later, when he returned to the room again, Wutong had already prepared breakfast, waiting at the table.
The young butler, holding a mobile phone, having just hung up a call, called softly: "Young Master, the Master asked when you'd come home?"
"The little master is about to be born..."