r18novel Chapter 14 Chakra Control
Chapter 14 Chakra Control
Sosuke turned and left.
The first step has been taken.
Although they found an alcoholic to be their teacher, at least he was someone who had actually been to the battlefield.
Practical experience is more important than theoretical knowledge learned in school.
It was still dark.
The streets of Konoha were shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.
Sosuke stood at the entrance of the ninja tool shop.
This is an old shop located on the main street of the commercial district. The signboard features a crossed kunai and a shuriken, and the name is "Tenten Ninja Tools".
It is said to be the predecessor of the chain store opened by the family of the female ninja with the bun hairstyle.
Sosuke pushed open the door and went in.
The store was deserted.
The walls were covered with all sorts of cold weapons.
A long sword gleaming with cold light, pitch-black kunai, and bundles of explosive tags.
Welcome!
The owner behind the counter was a middle-aged woman, who was wiping a huge Fuma Shuriken.
She looked up at Sosuke.
His eyes were indifferent.
Although Sosuke's current attire is clean, he is clearly a commoner.
There was no headband, nor the murderous aura of someone who had been on missions for years.
"What do you want to buy?" the proprietress asked.
"Standard set." Sousuke walked to the counter. "Ten shuriken, two kunai. And a set of weighted leggings."
Genzo said he couldn't practice physical techniques, but he insisted on giving it a try.
The proprietress stopped what she was doing.
"Weighted leg wraps? How heavy do you need?"
"Twenty kilograms."
The proprietress was taken aback.
She looked at Sosuke again.
"Young man, twenty kilograms is the training volume for Chunin level. An ordinary person wearing it would be unable to walk."
"I need twenty kilograms."
Sousuke insisted.
The proprietress shrugged.
She sells stones to customers who want to buy them as long as they pay.
"One shuriken costs 150 taels, ten cost 1500 taels."
"One bundle of kunai costs 300 taels, two bundles cost 600 taels."
"The weighted leg wraps are filled with high-density lead sand; a pair costs 2000 taels."
"A total of 4100 taels."
Sosuke did not bargain.
He pulled out several crisp banknotes from his pocket and slapped them on the counter—he had sold another "antique" through the Red Snake Gang's channels.
This is where the ninjas burn through money.
Even the most basic set of starter equipment costs the equivalent of two months' living expenses for an average family.
If you throw something out in battle and can't get it back, then you're just throwing money away.
No wonder ordinary ninjas live such a frugal life.
Sosuke tucked the kunai into his waistband.
The cold touch penetrated his clothes and reached his skin, giving him a strange sense of security.
This is a murder weapon.
It is also the fangs that allow us to survive in this world.
He then tied the heavy leggings to his calves.
Shen.
It's really heavy.
It felt like two stones were weighing down on my ankles.
With each step, you need to engage your thigh muscles to lift your weight.
Thank you for your patronage.
The proprietress took the money and continued wiping the Wind Demon Shuriken.
Sosuke walked out of the store.
He walked step by step toward the west side of the slum.
He is getting used to the weight.
This is the only way for him to become stronger.
It's exactly five o'clock.
Sosuke arrived at the container at the waste treatment plant right on time.
Genzo sat by the door, still holding that wine bottle in his hand.
"You're here?"
Genzo glanced at Sousuke's legs.
Even through the pants, he could feel the heavy weight.
"You bought weighted leg wraps? How heavy are they?"
"Twenty kilograms."
"idiot."
Yuanzao cursed and tilted his head back to gulp down a mouthful of wine.
"Starting with heavy weights? Are you trying to ruin your knees?"
"Take it off."
"Learn to crawl before you learn to run. Ninjas don't rely on brute force."
Sosuke did not refute.
He untied the weights he had just put on.
The feeling of relief almost made him float away.
"A ninja's power originates from chakra." Genzo drew a circle on the ground with his iron crutch. "The body is the container, and chakra is the water. If the container leaks, no matter how much you train, it's all in vain."
"With your current chakra control, you'd have trouble even climbing a tree."
Genzo took a leaf out of his pocket.
"Place it on your forehead. Absorb it with chakra. If it falls off once, do ten push-ups."
This is the most basic chakra control training.
It looks very simple.
Sosuke placed the leaf on his forehead and mobilized the chakra within his body.
A surge of heat rushed to his head.
puff.
The leaves were blasted away by the overwhelming chakra and shattered in two.
"Ten," Genzo counted coldly.
Sosuke lay down on the ground and began to do push-ups.
The ground was dirty, mixed with the sour smell of the garbage disposal plant.
Complete ten.
He picked up another leaf.
This time he was very careful.
Chakra was slowly released.
The leaves got stuck.
But it only lasted for three seconds.
The chakra flowed intermittently.
Leaves are falling.
Ten.
Genzo remained expressionless.
One morning.
Sosuke did a full five hundred push-ups.
His arms were no longer just sore, but completely numb.
Sweat dripped into my eyes, stinging painfully.
But he didn't say a word.
There wasn't even a request for a break.
After finishing each set, he would get up, pick up the leaves, and continue.
Genzo's drinking frequency has slowed down.
He looked at the disheveled boy in front of him.
No talent.
The meridians are stiff, and the flow of chakra is sluggish.
If this person were placed in a large clan in a ninja village, they would have been thrown out as cannon fodder or in logistics long ago.
But this kid's eyes are very steady.
That's the look in someone's eyes who's ruthless enough to themselves.
"stop."
Yuanzao threw the empty wine bottle into the trash heap.
That's all for today.
Sosuke collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
"We'll continue tomorrow. Take this with you."
Yuanzao tossed over a small scroll.
It's very old and worn out; the edges are all frayed.
"These are the hand seals for the Three Bodies Technique. Go back and memorize them. Don't just do push-ups like an idiot."
Sosuke caught the scroll.
If you get the treasure.
"Thank you, teacher."
"Don't call me teacher." Yuanzao turned and climbed into the container. "This is a transaction. Remember to bring the money tomorrow, ten thousand taels."
Sosuke dragged his weary body back to the shop.
He did not rest immediately.
He closed the door and took out a piece of cooked salamander meat.
The immense calories and bioenergy provided by the Ninja Beast meat can repair torn muscle fibers.
Half an hour later.
Sosuke felt the exhaustion that had almost driven him to the brink of collapse subsiding.
The muscles are getting hot.
That's the cells reorganizing and becoming stronger.
This is his bottom line.
If an ordinary person trained like him, they definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed the next day, and might even suffer from rhabdomyolysis.
But he has a cheat code.
As long as he has money and resources, he can exploit his body like a machine.
But now, he has run out of money.
He has to make a big deal.
And it has to be fast.
Sosuke closed the shop door and drew the curtains.
He reached out his hand in the darkness.
Concentrate your mind.
This time, he's not making raw materials, but works of art.
A memory flashed through his mind of an artifact he had seen in a museum in his previous life—a hairpin adorned with golden spider threads.
【generate】.
A heavy feeling came from my fingertips.
Gold flowed and stretched in his hands.
A golden spider the size of a thumb has taken shape.
Its eight legs are slender and sharp, and its body has fine, downy textures.
This is not enough.
Next step: to give it an aged look.
He manipulated the metal surface, creating a tiny oxide layer, and then added some scratches and dents in hidden corners.
It looks like a family heirloom that has fallen on hard times for a noble family.
Sosuke smiled with satisfaction at what he held in his hand.
In the eyes of those who know their stuff, this thing is worth at least 50,000 taels of silver.
Sosuke did not open a shop.
He changed into a clean long gown and combed his hair neatly.
He's going to the red-light district.
It's not an underground black market, but the most central and upscale area of Flower Street – "Drunken Moon Pavilion".
It was a place where Konoha's wealthy merchants, and even some high-ranking ninjas, would relax.
It is also the best place to sell stolen goods.
At the entrance of Zuiyuelou, two waiters dressed in kimonos stood.
They did not stop Sosuke when they saw him.
Although Sosuke wasn't dressed extravagantly, his composed demeanor made him seem unlike an ordinary person.
"I'm looking for Haruno's mother."
Sosuke handed over a business card—which he had written himself the night before, bearing only one name: Antique Dealer, Sosuke.
The waiter went in to announce their arrival.
A short while later, a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm came out.
She was wearing a purple kimono and holding a round fan in her hand.
"Antique dealer?" Haruno's mother looked Sosuke up and down. "He's a stranger."
Good things don't need to be traced back to their origin.
Sosuke took a small wooden box out of his pocket and gently pushed it open a crack.
A flash of golden light.
That's the color unique to gold.
It was incredibly beautiful under the sunlight.
Haruno's mother's eyes lit up.
She's been in the sex industry for decades and has a sharp eye for things.
This thing is exquisitely crafted.
The fine hairs on the spider's legs are something that ordinary craftsmen cannot replicate.
This looks like the style of the Land of Lightning.
"Did it come from the Daimyo's residence in the Land of Lightning?" Haruno's mother asked tentatively.
"That was a matter of the previous generation," Sosuke said vaguely. "Fifty thousand taels."
"Thirty thousand," Haruno's mother immediately countered, "This thing is too flashy; I don't like wearing it."
"You don't need to wear it," Sosuke smiled. "This is a good gift. Or, it can be kept as a prized possession."
"Forty thousand. Cash."
"make a deal."