Chapter 50: Shave!
After that brief moment of excitement passed, Kamizuki Izumo sank into deep thought.
He stared at the skill list displayed on his proficiency panel. Although the list already covered various aspects—offense, defense, restraint, and support—his offensive methods still felt far too monotonous.
In such a short period of time, it was impossible for him to raise the progress of all those skills to the Master level within just two months. With the time he had left, he needed to compensate for his own shortcomings.
Thinking back on his current combat pattern, he still relied on close-range combat to finish battles, with his main foundations being the Body Flicker Technique and Taijutsu. These two abilities were indeed highly effective when it came to cutting down weaker opponents.
However, what he lacked right now was large-scale offensive capability. In truth, this issue could be resolved with several high-level Ninjutsu. The problem was that most high-level Ninjutsu within Konohagakure were monopolized by the major clans and the village's upper ranks. For an ordinary ninja, accessing them would be extremely difficult.
Therefore, if he wanted to further increase his strength, he had to find another path.
Izumo stared at the panel showing his highest proficiencies in Basic Taijutsu, Chakra Control, and the Body Flicker Technique. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind—about a technique from the world of One Piece that was strikingly similar to the Body Flicker Technique.
"Shave!"
"That's right… why don't I transfer techniques from One Piece into the Naruto world and modify them? For example… the Six Powers!"
As he carefully tried to recall, visual images of the Navy's Six Powers from his past life in the world of One Piece began surfacing in his memory:
Kizaru relying on Shave to transform into a streak of golden light that crossed the battlefield—wherever he passed, even cannon fire couldn't keep up with his shadow.
Zephyr using Iron Body to withstand the main cannons of a warship with his bare body, standing firm and unmoving amidst the roaring flames of explosions, leaving behind only faint white marks on his hardened skin.
Kalifa's Paper Art allowing her to move freely within a rain of bullets, the projectiles passing through strands of her hair without touching even the edge of her clothing.
Then there was Moonwalk, enabling one to step through the air, each step pressing against invisible clouds while maintaining full control over the battlefield.
Tempest Kick, capable of unleashing earth-splitting slashes, where a single swing of the leg could cleave through massive ocean waves.
And Finger Pistol, piercing armor and shattering shields—where a light tap of the fingertip could punch a hole straight through the steel deck of a warship.
These techniques that shattered the limits of the human body now collided fiercely with the Chakra system inside his mind, sparking dazzling bursts of thought.
"If I reconstruct the principles of the Six Powers using Chakra… it might not be impossible…"
Once the idea took root in his heart, it spread rapidly like wildfire across dry grass, consuming his entire mind.
He suddenly clenched his fist. A blazing light radiated from his eyes, so intense it felt as though it could scorch the air itself.
"Let's try!"
He set his first target on "Shave," the foundation of speed within the Six Powers.
The principle behind Shave relied on the leg muscles stomping the ground at extremely high frequency—dozens of times per second—to generate explosive propulsion. The frequency of muscle contraction was so fast it was nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye.
With Master-level Taijutsu, Izumo precisely controlled the high-frequency contractions of his quadriceps and gastrocnemius muscles. The vibration of his muscles caused his calves to ripple subtly.
However, during the first attempt, the recoil from that explosive muscle force felt like a sledgehammer smashing violently into his knees.
He collapsed face-first onto the ground in a rather miserable position. His forehead struck hard enough to leave behind a swelling bruise that quickly turned bluish.
Dust filled the air and made him cough violently until tears streamed from his eyes. The searing pain of torn muscle fibers spread from his legs, and his kneecaps throbbed with sharp agony. As he struggled to stand, he had no choice but to grip tightly onto a nearby wooden post for support.
For the next three days, the dust in the training ground never once settled.
While morning dew still clung to the leaves, his figure was already rising and falling across the field. Droplets of water shook loose from the foliage, splashing onto his training uniform that was already coated in dust.
When the midday sun scorched the earth, sweat poured down like snapped strands of beads, soaking his training clothes that clung tightly to his back, leaving dark circular marks across the ground beneath him. As the sweat evaporated, it carried a faint scent of salt into the air.
Even when the sun sank in the west and the remaining light stretched his shadow long across the ground, the training field still echoed with the heavy thuds of his body hitting the earth. His shadow twisted and distorted each time he was thrown down.
In just three days, he had already worn out two pairs of wrist guards. Torn fragments of fabric lay scattered in the corners of the training ground.
The abrasions on his knees closed repeatedly, only to tear open again, oozing droplets of blood that mixed with dust to form dark red scabs.
Each time he bent his knees, the wounds stretched painfully, forcing him to grit his teeth. Yet relying on his Master-level Chakra Control instincts, he continuously adjusted the rhythm of his chakra output.
What had initially been a "wild surge" gradually adapted into a "pulse-type release." He began to catch even the slightest changes in the ground's reactive force. Even the pressure of grass being crushed beneath his feet could be clearly felt.
On the seventy-third attempt, the shifting airflow began forming small vortices within the dust, and the frequency of muscle imprints on the ground exceeded ten times per second.
"Shave!"
Before his low shout had even finished, his figure had already transformed into a blurred flash of light. The kunai targets on the training ground were instantly surrounded by three intersecting afterimages.
The air seemed to tear apart under the force of his movement. Fallen leaves were swept into a small whirlwind, and even the wooden post nearby trembled slightly, the cracks along its surface widening under the vibration.
At a speed thirty percent faster than his Master-level Body Flicker Technique, he could even make sudden turns while dashing toward the edge of the field. A residual afterimage lingered briefly at his original position, as if three Izumos existed simultaneously.
The proficiency panel appeared right on cue:
Six Powers — Shave: Beginner (1/100)
Izumo held his knee while gasping for breath. Sweat dripped from his chin onto the ground, forming small circles that quickly faded.
His throat felt dry and sore. Even swallowing saliva was difficult. Yet the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
The pain from his injuries now felt utterly insignificant.
He had succeeded.
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