It won't be too late to do those things once he's digested the knowledge, including the Forbidden Jutsu, he gained from studying with the Puppet Force.
Additionally, Qingshui also wanted his Avatar in Gotham to acquire some modern engineering knowledge and integrate it into Puppetry.
For now, Qingshui planned to first learn the Two-Minded Technique from the Forbidden Jutsu.
A Puppet Master's weakness in close combat is relative. One reason is that most of their abilities rely on their Puppet; another is that when manipulating a Puppet, a significant portion of their attention is focused on it, leading to neglect of their own protection.
Therefore, high-speed, high-burst ninjas like Konoha's White Fang, who possess exceptional close-combat abilities, incredible speed, and powerful impact, and can quickly close in on a Puppet Master, are the most effective counter to them.
Mastering the ability to multitask, and thus dedicating more attention to oneself, is actually a way to avoid this situation.
There are other methods as well.
For instance, like Chiyo, enhancing one's own speed to the point where enemies find it difficult to catch up.
Or like Sasori, transforming oneself into a Puppet.
But those are still too far out of reach for Qingshui.
Moreover, he preferred to encase himself within a Puppet.
This would also allow him to possess the aforementioned advantages.
"I can understand the concept, but theory is theory. In practice, it's quite challenging."
Inside his home workshop, the previous notes lay on the table. Qingshui spread his hands, manipulating Fatty with his left hand and Tom with his right.
A solitary Little Boy lay by his feet.
The Little Boy's Puppet was of a higher grade, making it more difficult to control, and thus not suitable for initial practice.
The two Puppets moved clumsily, their legs shaking as they tottered around the room.
"My Chakra Threads aren't refined enough. In the past, controlling one Puppet was easy because even if one thread made a mistake, another could correct it. But now, I need one Chakra Thread to achieve the effect of two!"
It wasn't long before beads of sweat appeared on Qingshui's forehead.
If it takes ten ropes to pull a rock, then when the number of ropes is halved, the remaining five ropes must be thicker, or made of stronger material, to bear the weight of the rock.
Qingshui's current weakness was that his "ropes" were too thin; his Chakra Threads weren't solid enough, and his technique was barely adequate.
In this situation, controlling two Puppets in combat wouldn't be as effective as controlling a single Puppet, and he might not even be able to fight at all.
*CRASH!*
Fatty tripped over Tom's foot and fell to the ground.
Qingshui rubbed his forehead helplessly, turning his gaze to the panel.
Why can't you just give me some points like Deep Blue?
Nothing to say, just keep practicing.
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...
Gotham City.
In a dark alley.
*CRACK!*
Qingshui personally twisted the neck of a certain gang leader who had just left a nightclub, then quickly searched his body.
This was the most suitable prey he had found after a day of searching.
Two days had passed since he escaped from Arkham Island.
By relying on his Transformation Jutsu and the intelligence-gathering methods he possessed as a ninja, Qingshui had already acquired some of the information he needed to proceed with his next plan.
Step one: acquire money and materials, then find a place to stay and first create a Puppet with some combat capability.
The DC Universe is a dangerous world with high power levels, and Gotham, in particular, is a place where the populace is "simple and honest." You might go out to see an opera one day and come home to find yourself shot in an alley.
Without sufficiently powerful combat ability to protect himself, anything he wanted to do would be very difficult.
"Four thousand dollars, a bit less than I expected, but it'll do. As long as I have this set of keys."
Qingshui tossed the keychain in his hand, then stripped the gun holster from the gang leader's waist.
Currently, he was disguised as a sexy urban woman.
Not cross-dressing, but he had used Transformation Jutsu to infiltrate the nightclub and replace its top performer, who was originally supposed to be taken home for the night by this boss.
As they passed through this alley, Qingshui made his move, leading to the current situation.
He formed hand seals, activating Transformation Jutsu again.
White smoke billowed out, and Qingshui instantly transformed into the gang leader. After coughing twice, he yelled a few times, cursed Batman a few times, and once he felt his voice was close enough to the original, Qingshui walked out of the alley, got into the car, and took out the keychain.
After a few tries, he quickly started the car.
He had obtained a driver's license in his previous life, and although the cars here were slightly different from those in his past, Qingshui quickly got the hang of it.
Ten minutes later.
In front of a bar, Qingshui turned off the engine, parked the car, and got out.
"Boss!"
The two security guards in suits at the bar entrance lowered their heads and opened the door for Qingshui.
This large bar was owned by that gang boss.
"Hmm."
Qingshui imitated the original owner's habits, which he had observed over the past two days, and swaggered into the bar.
First, he ordered a bottle of champagne as usual, then flirted with a waitress, and finally laughed loudly as he headed upstairs.
"The office should be this one."
Qingshui tried his keys on each room until he found his target.
That guy was tricked into spilling details when he was drunk. The bar's profits and his personal savings are all in this office.
Qingshui scanned the room, then began searching.
In a drawer, he found six thousand US dollars and two magazines.
In a cabinet, there was women's underwear.
In a corner, a forgotten old key lay on the floor.
He pushed aside the bookshelf, finding no hidden mechanisms.
It wasn't until he moved the table that Qingshui noticed there wasn't much dust underneath it.
Unless it was recently cleaned, then…
Qingshui reached his finger into the gap between the floor tiles. With a slight pull, he pried the tile out.
Inside was a safe.
He tried his keyring again and successfully opened the safe.
Beneath stacks of crisp green US bills were neatly arranged gold bars.
Five rows, six columns—thirty gold bars in total.
He picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and silently estimated its weight, then checked the banknotes.
Each gold bar appeared to be the same size and weight, about 100 grams each. These gold bars alone were worth approximately 200,000 dollars.
There were thirty stacks of banknotes, each stack exactly ten thousand dollars.
In total, it was precisely 500,000 dollars—a considerable sum.
After all, he was just the boss of a small gang.
In all of Gotham, there were countless small, insignificant gangs like this one. Being able to acquire 500,000 dollars was already quite good.
This money was enough to buy a house in most non-downtown areas of Gotham City, with plenty left over.
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