A week later.
The new issue of Pot Shadow Ninja was finally rushed out thanks to Sean's overtime.
After the encounter, the three little ones returned to Konoha and began the build-up for the next climax—the Chunin Exams.
New characters... Ino-Shika-Cho, Rock Lee, Hyuga, Aburame, Inuzuka, and Tenten... also appeared one by one.
Each has their own heritage and specialties, making the old man watch in fascination. Among them, Rock Lee, in particular, aroused the old man's sympathy.
Maha put down the line art and sighed, "This kid Rock Lee, it's a pity. It's his misfortune to be piled together with a bunch of geniuses."
That's indeed the case. The original author of Naruto, Kishimoto, is a firm supporter of "bloodline theory."
Of the Konoha 12, everyone except Rock Lee has a powerful family behind them. He is the only exception.
But... "In my opinion, aside from Naruto and Sasuke, Rock Lee's future will have the highest achievements." Sean snatched the line art from Maha's hand, organized it, and sent it out.
When the old man heard Sean say this, he frowned and couldn't help butting in, "Sean~ don't blame this old man for being nosy."
"Drawing manga also requires logic. Rock Lee's starting point is clearly not as high as the others."
"He doesn't even have the talent for ninjutsu. You absolutely must not ruin this manga by forcibly giving him screen time..."
'Getting anxious?'
Indeed, effort is bullshit in the face of talent.
But... "Who told you Rock Lee's starting point was low?"
Sean glanced at the "Eight Gates" lying in the "Sage" panel, waiting to be cultivated. He said meaningfully to Maha, "His teacher, Guy, almost kicked out the series finale."
Huh? Maha's eyes widened. He was dumbfounded.
'That's a spoiler, isn't it?'
"How can you have no professional ethics, you brat?" A second later, the old man reacted, exasperated.
'This damn kid has no awareness as a mangaka. How is this old man supposed to live the rest of his life guarding this "unsolved mystery"?'
However, Sean's answer was—Don't live it!
'Ethics?'
'The old bastard is really shameless.'
'Who was it that shamelessly said, "eliminate the client"?'
"My dear Grandpa, your grandson learned this from you~"
Sean rolled his eyes, pushed Maha aside, kicked up his feet, opened a Coke, and drank while waiting—for the new round of "feedback" to arrive.
A week had passed. Haku dying while blocking the blow for Zabuza must have earned a lot of tears from the readers.
The result was as expected. About ten minutes later, Ms. Nanako sent a congratulatory message.
At the same time, the "Sage's" notification sound also rang in Sean's mind...
[Congratulations Host, you have received a new round of reader feedback]
[Reader Feedback +50]
[Current Feedback Value Balance: 120]
'Finally, I've scraped together 100...'
After hanging up Nanako's call, Sean tilted his head back, downed the Coke, and let out a satisfied "Hah" of air.
"'Sage,' tell the Cloud Village, I want to eat fish!"
"Consume 100 points, exchange for 'Ninja-Taijutsu'!"
100 points isn't enough for "Shadow Clone Jutsu," but it's enough for "Ninja-Taijutsu" and "Expansion Jutsu."
[Affirmative]
[Congratulations Host, you have exchanged for "Ninja-Taijutsu"]
[Current Feedback Value Balance: 20 points.]
"Bzz~" The notification faded, and information flooded in.
Sean burped, savored it carefully, his eyes growing brighter.
The so-called "Ninja-Taijutsu" was to guide lightning-attribute chakra along a fixed route, traveling inside the body to stimulate cellular activity and increase training efficiency.
In other words, "Before every training session, I have to get hit with a few electric shocks first."
Having memorized the guidance method and the route, Sean couldn't sit still. He ditched the old man and ran straight for the basement... also known as the "Execution Room."
After the Hunter Exam, Milluki tortured Killua in the basement. Sean, as the eldest son of the Zoldyck family, was no stranger to this.
"Eh? Brat, you're just leaving like that?"
"Aren't you going to say more about Guy and Rock Lee?"
Maha reached out to grab Sean. Sean used "Rhythm Echo," oiled the soles of his feet, and slipped away.
Basement.
Gotoh frowned at Sean, the hand holding the electric baton trembling.
"Young Master, are you sure?"
50,000 volts could kill someone!
Sean skillfully took off his training uniform, revealing his lean and strong torso. He smiled at Gotoh, "Don't worry, I've got this."
"Go ahead and stick it right here!"
His abs tensed, forming a handsome washboard.
Sean looked at Gotoh with determination.
The young butler lowered his head and pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
He knew he couldn't refuse, steeled himself, and jabbed.
"Young Master, brace yourself!"
"Bzzzt" Electric light flashed
It struck Sean's abdomen.
Sean let out a muffled grunt, his defense almost breaking!
50,000 volts compared to the 10,000 volts from daily training was truly different~
For a moment, Sean's vision went black. Fortunately, at the last second before losing consciousness, Sean bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to stay awake.
He immediately mobilized his "Nen" to guide the electric current, following the route recorded in "Ninja-Taijutsu," and circulated it endlessly through his limbs and bones.
Before long, a tingling, numbing sensation washed over him~
Sean's mind gradually cleared, and his eyes brightened. He smiled at Gotoh and said, "Don't let go until I tell you to stop."
'Let go of what? Young Master... are you a monster?'
All that mental preparation was for nothing. Gotoh had already prepared himself to be punished for Sean getting injured.
'Now look... what is with the Young Master's look of enjoyment?'
Gotoh opened his mouth, finding it unbelievable.
He even suspected he might have grabbed the wrong electric baton, but such a low-level mistake was absolutely impossible for a well-trained butler like him.
One second... two seconds... one minute... two minutes... ten minutes...
As time went on, Gotoh went from shocked to numb. If this continued, he was going to kneel before Sean.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. Sean felt the numbing sensation gradually fade.
Sean knew his body was full. He pushed off the floor with both feet and floated backward.
Two deep footprints were left on the spot!
"So refreshing~" In his ten years of life, he had never felt so thoroughly invigorated!
"Ninja-Taijutsu" truly didn't deceive me Haha
Sean laughed heartily, did a backflip on the spot, landed on his hands, and rushed out of the basement like a whirlwind!
"Clang" The basement door was shoved open Illumi, arriving for his usual electric shock therapy, only felt a gust of wind flash past him~
Looking back, the stinky little brother secretly clenched his fists, snorted coldly with an expressionless face, and walked toward Gotoh.
"Tell me, what happened here?"
"Young Master Illumi..." Gotoh lowered his head and reported truthfully.
Illumi heard the whole story, glanced at the electric baton in his hand, and without a word, took off his own training uniform.
"I order you, stick it here!"
"Young Master, you might not be able to take it," Gotoh said with a pained expression.
'Are you looking down on me? Why can he, Sean, do it, but I, Illumi, can't?'
'It's just 50,000 volts?!'
With a cold face, Illumi snatched the electric baton from Gotoh's hand and jabbed it fiercely at himself.
And then... Thud~
His eyes rolled back, and he fell stiffly to the ground.
Sleeping very peacefully...
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