EBE Chapter 523 You're pushing yourself too hard
Chapter 523 You're pushing yourself too hard
His face was etched with exhaustion. "You've been pushing yourself too hard," Zhang Hai said, standing up and handing him a glass of water. "Ninjas are human too; they need rest."
The two walked side by side through the streets of Konoha at night. Finally, Zhang Hai led Kato Dan to Ichiraku Ramen.
"Boss, one bowl of all-meat ramen, and one bowl of regular miso ramen, please," Zhang Hai shouted to the thug.
He could feel a slight sensation on his fingertips, as if he were touching cool, smooth metal.
Soon, two steaming bowls of ramen were served.
Zhang Hai pushed the bowl of all-meat ramen, piled high with char siu pork, in front of Kato Dan.
"Please enjoy your meal." Kato Dan looked at the excessively lavish bowl of ramen in front of him, then glanced at Zhang Hai's ordinary bowl of ramen, which contained only a few slices of bamboo shoots and seaweed, and paused for a moment.
He pushed his bowl of all-meat ramen back in front of Zhang Hai, then picked up the bowl of ordinary ramen and said with a smile, "Let's switch." "Why?" Zhang Hai asked, puzzled.
“You’re at the age where you’re growing, you should eat more meat.” Kato Dan’s smile was especially gentle under the warm lights of the ramen shop. “Besides, as a medical ninja, I have to maintain my figure, because only thin people can better serve patients, since fat people block the light.”…
The steaming ramen dispelled the chill of the night and also brought the two closer together.
They ate their noodles while chatting casually, discussing everything from village anecdotes to their recent tasks.
Zhang Hai, feigning nonchalance, asked curiously, "Mr. Kato Dan, your medical ninjutsu is amazing. It can not only heal physical injuries, but also restore mental fatigue. How do you do that?" He could feel a slight, cool metallic thread brushing against the back of his neck.
Kato took a sip of the rich broth and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
“Well, that’s not really a secret,” he put down his chopsticks and patiently explained, “because I possess a unique secret technique called ‘Spiritualization Technique.’ This technique allows me to separate my soul from my body and imbue it with chakra, thus achieving various effects. For example, using the power of my soul to soothe and repair the damaged spirits of others.” As he spoke, a faint, refreshing taste, similar to mint leaves, lingered on his tongue. …
The art of spiritualization!
Zhang Hai's heart skipped a beat the moment he heard that name.
Manipulate souls!
This is simply unheard of, almost divine power!
He was filled with excitement; an unprecedented longing burst forth from the depths of his soul.
He almost immediately realized the immense value of this technique. If he could attach his soul to a weapon, wouldn't that allow him to launch soul attacks that ignored physical defenses?
If one can use their soul to gather intelligence, wouldn't that be more covert than any sensory ninjutsu?
Especially in assassination, this technique is practically tailor-made for him!
But after the initial excitement, he was troubled. …The Spirit Transformation Technique was Kato Dan's exclusive skill; how could he possibly teach it to someone he had just met?
What method should he use to get him to willingly teach him this technique?
“Actually, I’ve also thought about teaching this technique to others.” Just as Zhang Hai was struggling with his thoughts, Kato Dan spoke up, his tone tinged with helplessness and regret. “However, there’s a very demanding prerequisite for learning this technique. That is, the learner must be able to sense… the existence of a soul. Or rather, their mental strength must reach an extremely sensitive level. Over the years, I’ve met many people, but so far, I haven’t met a single person who meets the requirements.”
"Is this ability of yours innate?" Zhang Hai pressed.
Kato Dan remained silent for a moment, seemingly recalling something; this action lasted for about half a second.
“I’m not entirely sure either.” He shook his head. “I only remember that when I was a child, I accidentally fell off a very high cliff. Although I wasn’t seriously injured, ever since then, I’ve found that I seem to be able to see… things that others can’t. Perhaps this has something to do with my abilities. Because only those who have experienced life and death can understand the weight of the soul, which is why my soul has become special, since people who fall from great heights are usually very lucky.”…
The next morning, Zhang Hai arrived at the cliff outside Konoha Village where he had once confronted Hatake Sakumo.
He looked down at the rolling sea of clouds, took a deep breath, and then jumped without hesitation.
The mountain wind howled in his ears, and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped his entire body. He imitated Kato Dan's description, trying to experience that thrilling feeling of being on the verge of death.
But perhaps because he was already used to this feeling of hovering on the edge of life and death, or perhaps because he knew he had the ability to land safely, his heart remained completely calm.
Several attempts ended in failure.
He could feel a faint, dry taste, like a mixture of metal and dust, spreading through his mouth.
"Does...do I really have to die once?" A crazed thought, like a venomous snake, sprouted from the depths of his mind.
The allure of spiritification techniques is simply too great.
He even had a momentary suicidal impulse, wanting to experience firsthand what death really felt like.
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
He had finally been given a second chance at life, how could he possibly give it up so easily?
Just as he was about to give up, a fact he had ignored for a long time suddenly appeared like lightning, piercing through the fog in his mind.
Yes, myself...
...
Isn't he just someone who has already died once?
Traveling from one world to this one—isn't that a kind of death and rebirth?
His soul had already been tempered and refined in the endless void.
The moment this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly igniting all his thoughts.
He realized that his soul, perhaps from the very beginning, was different from that of the people in this world.
Without further hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff and formed a mudra with his hands.
"Darkness Travel Technique." Boundless darkness descended once more. But this time, it wasn't for battle, but for…
...
remember.
He immersed his consciousness in this absolute silence, recalling the years he spent drifting in the endless void before his transmigration.