"Mm, this will do!"
One minute later, Qingming arrived at a rocky shore, nodding in approval.
This was the spot he had observed from the boat earlier while scanning the surroundings. It was a perfect place to settle down.
Although, with his current chakra reserves, he could stand on the ocean for twenty-four hours without issue, nothing felt quite as secure as being on solid ground.
That said, the rocks beneath him needed some adjustment; they were quite uncomfortable to stand on.
With that thought in mind, Qingming turned to one of his shadow clones nearby. "You handle it."
The clone wasted no time, jumping backward, and swiftly moving out onto the nearby sea.
Then, the clone formed hand seals and instantly performed the technique—Wind Release: Wind Blade!
In the next moment, a transparent wind blade several meters long shot out, slicing through the rocks, splitting them apart like tofu.
As the upper layer of the rocks fell into the sea, a flat surface was revealed beneath.
The shadow clone continued its work, adjusting its position and performing the technique several more times, eventually clearing a relatively spacious area.
Standing on the newly cleared ground, Qingming and his eight clones felt solid and secure.
Without wasting time, Qingming immediately gave each of his eight clones a task to practice a different skill.
The clones, mirroring his nature, wasted no time and immediately got to work.
Soon, a variety of ninja techniques began to manifest on the surrounding sea.
Qingming watched the scene with satisfaction.
He then stopped paying attention to the clones and found a quiet spot to sit cross-legged. Closing his eyes, he began to cultivate, alternating between the Healing Palm Technique and Reflective Heart Technique, silently strengthening both his body and mind.
The cultivation continued throughout the morning.
Unknowingly, the sun had reached its peak.
The intense midday sun began to dry out his throat, so Qingming paused his training, grabbed a water pouch nearby, and drank deeply. He let out a long sigh of relief.
Standing up, he gazed out at the endless ocean. There was nothing in sight, and neither Uchiha Teika nor the others were anywhere to be seen.
However, since his shadow clones hadn't relayed any urgent messages, that meant they hadn't encountered any danger.
At this point, he wasn't too concerned.
As for the whereabouts of the Mist Ninjas... he had joined this mission with the intention of testing his luck. Given it was only morning, it was perfectly normal not to have encountered any traces of them yet.
Qingming wasn't in a hurry.
Collecting his thoughts, Qingming moved around a little to stretch. After a while, he pulled out a handkerchief from his ninja pouch.
Inside were several soldier pills.
He took three of them, casually chewed them for a moment, and swallowed.
Truth be told, the taste of the soldier pills was rather unpleasant.
Although they could provide all the necessary nutrients, any ninja would avoid eating them if possible.
Only Qingming, accustomed to the taste, could eat them without a hint of hesitation.
As time passed, Qingming felt his physical strength returning and resumed his training.
The hours slipped by, and the sun began to shift westward, inching toward the horizon.
Afternoon.
As dusk approached, Qingming noticed a boat on the horizon. In the midst of the evening glow, Uchiha Teika and the others were returning to the rocky shore.
Before they even got close, Qingming opened his eyes.
At that moment, the shadow clone responsible for communication "poofed," dissolving into a burst of chakra smoke that returned to Qingming's body.
A moment later, the memories from the shadow clone flooded his mind.
Qingming closed his eyes again and quickly sifted through the information.
After a short while, he opened his eyes and shook his head.
From the shadow clone's memories, he knew that after a full day, they hadn't encountered a single Mist Ninja—let alone any living person.
This realization made Qingming relieved that he hadn't accompanied them. Otherwise, it would have been a complete waste of time.
The boat drew closer, and with a few swift movements, Qingming jumped onto the deck.
When Uchiha Teika saw him, he opened his mouth as though about to speak, but before he could, Qingming interrupted. "I'm already aware of the situation. Let's head back now."
"Understood!"
Uchiha Teika responded gruffly and signaled for his subordinates to turn the boat around, heading back toward Eagle's Beak Cliff.
At the same time, Qingming dispelled his Shadow Clone Technique.
Immediately, a flood of training experience and memories surged into his mind, making him massage his temples.
He moved to the rear of the boat, sat cross-legged, and began to process the training experiences and memories, converting them into skill proficiency for his techniques.
Of course, Qingming didn't attempt to absorb the memories from the entire day at once; instead, he focused on just one hour of his shadow clone's training.
This was his usual pace when absorbing the skills his clones had practiced.
Only through this iterative method could he maximize the effectiveness of his proficiency panel, thus enabling faster and more efficient practice.
Without it, the results would be far too slow.
Qingming had once tried allowing a clone to train for an entire day and then absorb all the memories at once.
While it was more convenient, it only provided theoretical proficiency—about a quarter to a fifth of what his body would have gained through direct practice. The results were far from ideal.
After numerous tests and analysis, Qingming had found the optimal balance between efficiency and time cost by absorbing the clone's memories after a one-hour interval.
Without the proficiency panel, an hour was roughly the maximum his talent could handle.
At this interval, there was little difference between the shadow clone's practice and his own.
As long as he maintained this pace, refreshing the training every hour and converting the gained experience into proficiency, he could continuously improve. This is how he managed to practice numerous techniques and, despite his average talent, catch up to or even surpass natural prodigies.
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