Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 20 The Essence of Disguise

Day three.

Sosuke had thick bandages wrapped around his arms and waist.

The muscle soreness from yesterday hasn't subsided yet, but thanks to the nourishment from the ninja beast meat and medicinal herbs, I can at least move around.

Genzo held a huge Fuma Shuriken in his hand.

That was a real weapon.

The four sharp blades, each half a meter wide, unfolded and gleamed coldly in the morning light.

"Look closely at the structure."

Genzo tossed the shuriken to Sousuke.

Shen.

This thing weighs at least five or six kilograms and is made of high-quality steel.

"You should know how to use a shuriken." Genzo pointed to a withered tree in the distance. "Today's lesson is—to become it, and then let me throw it."

Sosuke was taken aback.

"Throw it out?"

"That's right." Genzo sneered. "Many ninjas like to transform into shuriken and have their clones or teammates throw them to launch surprise attacks on the enemy. This is called the 'Shadow Windmill' tactic."

"Sounds cool, right?"

"But only those who have tried it know what it tastes like."

Yuanzao pointed to the withered tree.

"Become it. I'll nail you to that tree."

Sosuke took a deep breath.

He placed the Wind Demon Sword on the ground and carefully examined every detail.

The curvature of the blade, the hollowed-out central ring, and the uniquely cold texture of the metal.

戌-亥-寅.

Chakra burst forth.

boom.

An identical Fuma Shuriken appeared on the ground.

Genzo walked over and grabbed the central ring of Sosuke's (shuriken).

"hardness."

Yuanzao squeezed it hard.

"Too soft. If it were real steel, I wouldn't be able to squeeze it. But your current chakra shell is like a piece of hard rubber."

"Compress your chakra. Imagine you are iron, you are steel. Tense all your bones and muscles."

Sosuke did as he was told.

He tensed all his muscles to the limit, and his chakra surged wildly to the surface of his body, reinforcing the illusory shell.

"I'm feeling a bit better."

Genzo, carrying the enormous shuriken, took a few steps back.

His eyes changed.

He was no longer the drunken alcoholic, but a killer eyeing his prey.

"Ready, kid?"

"Remember, if you deactivate your transformation while in the air due to dizziness or fear..."

"You will revert to human form while spinning at high speed, and then crash into a tree like a lump of mud and die."

"If you go weak at the moment of impact because you're afraid of pain..."

"Your bones will be shattered."

"This is the resolve of ninja tools. Once they are out of your hands, there is no chance of survival."

Whoosh!

Yuanzao has made his move.

Without any warning, the arm suddenly swung.

A tremendous centrifugal force struck instantly.

Sosuke felt like the world had collapsed.

The world spun around.

My vision instantly blurred into a jumble of colors. Blue sky, yellow earth, and black garbage mountains were all mixed together.

An extreme feeling of dizziness assaulted my brain.

Semicircular canal imbalance.

My stomach was churning, and I almost threw up what I ate this morning.

"Hmm!"

Sosuke instinctively felt like gagging.

But this moment of distraction caused his chakra to become disordered.

puff.

In mid-air, a plume of white smoke rose from the enormous shuriken.

The transformation has been dispelled.

Sosuke turned back into a human, danced around in the air, and then crashed heavily onto the muddy ground, rolling several times before finally landing five meters away from the tree.

"waste."

Genzo stood still, his hand still in the throwing motion.

"You are dead."

"If this were a battlefield, you would have been riddled with bullets in mid-air just now."

Sosuke got up and spat out a mouthful of acidic liquid.

My head is still spinning, like I've just ridden a hundred roller coasters.

"Again."

Sosuke wiped his mouth, his eyes hardening.

He formed the hand seals again.

boom.

The Fuma Shuriken reappears.

Yuanzao walked over and picked him up.

"Focus your gaze on one point," Genzo instructed. "Don't look at the surrounding scenery. Use your chakra to sense the wind, not your eyes."

"You are the blade; all you need to do is look at the target."

Whoosh!

The second throw.

Spin.

It was still spinning wildly.

The wind whistled in my ears like a sharp whistle.

Sosuke forced himself to close his eyes.

However, the high-speed spinning caused him to lose his sense of direction instantly, and a strong feeling of dizziness assaulted his brain.

He felt nauseous again.

His instincts made him want to revert to the transformation and stretch out his arms and legs to maintain his balance.

"Don't untie it!"

A furious roar came from Genzo.

"There's a tree ahead! If you turn back, your bones will break! If you were iron, you could pierce it!"

Sosuke suppressed the urge to vomit.

He couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the trunk of the large tree that was rapidly approaching in front of him.

That was hard old oak.

If it were a physical impact, it would definitely cause a fracture.

fear.

This is the instinctive fear humans have of impacts.

"I am iron...I am iron..."

Sousuke roared inwardly.

He maintained that form with all his might, hardening his chakra on his body surface.

Boom!

A loud bang.

There was no sound of metal cutting into wood.

There was only the sound of heavy objects hitting each other.

At the moment of impact, Sousuke relaxed his chakra slightly due to fear.

Although the transformation spell wasn't completely broken, the "blade" softened.

He was launched like a frisbee and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground.

Bang.

Transformation canceled.

Sosuke lay on the ground and vomited with a loud "whoosh".

Stomach acid mixed with the morning rice porridge and ninja beast meat.

My ribs are in excruciating pain; they're not broken, but they're definitely bruised.

"Rubbish."

Yuanzao walked over.

"You hesitated just now."

"You were afraid of getting hurt if you bumped into it. So you subconsciously softened your body."

"Remember, the moment you become a weapon, you feel no pain. Your task is to cut in."

"Again."

A whole morning.

Sosuke spent his time in a cycle of "spinning, vomiting, and impacting".

This is even more torturous than turning into a scarecrow.

His semicircular canals were completely disordered, and he couldn't even stand up straight.

Each time someone is thrown out, they have to overcome immense psychological fear.

That's a gamble where you hand your life over to the forces of physics.

"Harder! Harder!"

Yuanzao, like a demon, tirelessly hurled the projectiles.

at last.

At noon.

Sosuke was thrown out again.

This time, he closed his eyes (although the shuriken had no eyes).

He shut down his vestibular system.

I forgot about the disgust.

They forgot their fear.

He only remembered one thing: I had to cut it open.

I am steel.

I am an invincible blade.

Take it!

A crisp and pleasant sound as it struck the wood.

The Fuma Shuriken cut deep into the oak trunk, penetrating a full five centimeters.

Steady and steady.

It didn't bounce off, and it didn't deform.

A few seconds later.

Bang.

White smoke rose.

Sousuke returns to his human form.

But he didn't fall to the ground.

He was hanging there like a gecko, bracing himself against the tree trunk with his hands and feet.

His fingers dug deep into the bark.

"Ha ha……"

Sosuke was panting heavily, his face pale, but he smiled.

He did it.

For a brief moment, he truly felt as if he had turned into metal, devoid of pain.

The sensation of cutting through wood fibers was vividly etched into his mind.

"Barely passed."

Yuanzao put away the wine bottle.

"Go back. You need to recover, otherwise you won't even be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Sosuke slid down from the tree.

He staggered a couple of steps and couldn't walk straight.

The world is still shaking.

But he remained calm.

He learned to be as still as a dead tree and as swift as steel.

This is the true essence of transformation magic—not only deceiving the enemy's eyes, but also deceiving one's own body and soul.

When he returned to the shop, Sosuke collapsed onto the bed.

He didn't even have the strength to cook.

But he has to eat.

He got up, swallowed a piece of the wind fox's liver whole, and then gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor.

This time, the cutting sensation in his stomach didn't cause him too much pain.

Compared to being thrown like a shuriken and smashed against a tree, this pain felt more real to him.

Sosuke took out the ointment, applied it, closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually faded.