Chapter 34

Xiaoming's hands were wrapped in specially made bandages, which were soaked in a special medicinal solution. It was said that they could help restore cell activity.

Xiaoming closed his eyes, drenched in sweat.

He was highly focused, concentrating all his energy on promoting blood flow in his hands, making it faster.

A tingling and stinging sensation spread throughout his body. The rapid blood flow caused various reactions, as if millions of ants were biting him.

But Xiaoming remained expressionless, enduring everything.

Compared to this pain, Xiaoming deeply resented his own weakness. In his previous life, he stood at the pinnacle of the world, but here he was a paralyzed teenager.

He yearned for strength!

Thump! Thump! Thump... His heart beat powerfully, the sound loud and clear. Sasuke, standing beside Xiaoming, could hear it clearly. He looked at Xiaoming with a tense expression.

Ha!

Xiaoming's hands suddenly clenched.

Puff!

The bandages tightly wrapped around his hands instantly burst, scattering into strips of fabric.

"Success!" Sasuke jumped up happily.

Xiaoming opened his eyes, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists. A smile played on his face, but his eyes remained calm as ever.

"Great, Akio. At this rate, you'll be able to stand up soon." Sasuke grabbed Xiaoming's arm, excitedly.

"Uh-huh." Xiaoming nodded, staring at the scattered fabric on the ground, lost in thought.

His body was only seven or eight years old. With his paralyzed state, it was impossible for him to break the bandages. But in fact, he had unknowingly shattered them.

Controlling blood flow seemed to enhance physical strength. Xiaoming felt he had found a new way to increase his power.

"Akio, the Ninja Academy is so boring. I've already learned everything the teachers teach. I want to learn more powerful jutsu. But if I don't graduate, I won't have a mentor, and without a mentor, I can't learn advanced jutsu..." Sasuke sat on the grass beside Xiaoming's wheelchair, mumbling.

Xiaoming came back to his senses just in time to hear this.

"Even if you were given advanced jutsu now, you wouldn't be able to learn them." Xiaoming glanced at Sasuke and said coolly.

"How could that be?" Sasuke's face turned red, and he jumped up from the ground: "I am a member of the Uchiha clan. How could there be a jutsu I can't learn?"

Xiaoming looked at him as if he were a fool: "Can your hand seals keep up with the requirements of advanced jutsu? Can your chakra support you in casting advanced jutsu? Is your knowledge sufficient to understand the essence of advanced jutsu?"

Sasuke's face turned red, and he glared at Xiaoming, fuming but speechless.

"The name Uchiha is nothing but a relic of past glory. Haven't you woken up yet?" Xiaoming said coldly.

Sasuke was stunned on the spot. His face gradually twisted. "Don't say that!"

Xiaoming promptly shut up, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

Hatred can be transformed into strength, but pride can block the path to progress.

Only by breaking down all obstacles and transforming hatred into inner strength can one step by step reach the peak of power.

...

Beside the same artificial lake, under the same tree, Xiaoming held a scroll in his hands, reading it intently.

This was the Uchiha clan's treasured jutsu information. In the past, his predecessor, Uchiha Akio, would never have been able to see these precious scrolls.

But now, only he and Sasuke were left in the Uchiha clan. He could read them as he pleased.

Xiaoming had already conducted experiments and found that he couldn't cultivate internal energy in this world.

Different worlds, different rules. Xiaoming had no choice but to study jutsu, which was the mainstream in the ninja world.

Since merging with this body, the Boundary Pearl had started to gradually alter his physical attributes. The first to be transformed was his brain, making his memory and thinking ability stronger.

With the enhancement of pure soul power, he quickly regained the talent and insight of his previous life.

After that, the Boundary Pearl continued to change his body.

Xiaoming's ability to quickly restore cell activity in his hands and control blood flow to promote cell regeneration was partly due to the Boundary Pearl's transformation.

Xiaoming absorbed jutsu knowledge with a voracious appetite, and his mind often sparked with various creative ideas.

But due to his inability to move, many of his ideas could only remain in his mind.

Putting down the scroll, he rubbed his slightly sore eyes. Xiaoming looked at Sasuke, who was continuously throwing shurikens in the distance. A cold smile appeared on his lips.

Isn't there a perfect test subject right here?!

Sasuke, who was training hard, had no idea that someone was staring at him with a hungry wolf's eyes.

...

Xiaoming asked Sasuke to bring a basin of water and place it in front of him. He immersed his hands in the water and began to slowly practice hand seals.

His mind was highly focused, controlling the blood to flow rapidly to his hands during practice.

"Akio, what's the point of this?" Sasuke's face showed disdain.

Xiaoming smiled enticingly: "This can speed up your hand seal formation. Do you want to practice with me?"

"How could that be?" Sasuke looked disbelieving: "I don't have time to waste on playing with water. What you said the other day is right. The name Uchiha means nothing. I need more training."

Sasuke turned and walked away with a determined look, going to practice the Leaf Village's taijutsu nearby.

Xiaoming didn't mind that he couldn't attract Sasuke.

Before seeing the results, no one would rashly accept something. But once they see the real benefits, they would pursue it with enthusiasm.

Xiaoming looked at Sasuke in the distance with a meaningful smile, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Just like Xiao Sheng back then, when he tasted the sweetness of basic boxing techniques, he threw himself into Xiaoming's hands without hesitation. Xiaoming didn't need to force him; he would meticulously follow Xiaoming's ideas.

It was like the temptation of a demon.

It was a net, and once a thread was touched, the prey would be irresistibly drawn into it.

...

Xiaoming's body recovered faster and faster. Three days later, his upper body could already move. With a bit more time, he would be able to stand up completely.

Sasuke, in his spare time from training, always liked to sit beside Xiaoming. Although he found this unfamiliar clan member somewhat cold.

But he didn't mind at all. As long as he was by his side, he felt he wasn't the only Uchiha.

Looking at this clan member, whose smile carried a cold edge, Sasuke found it somewhat amusing. He never thought he would like playing with water, something he did when he was a child.

Not only that, but he insisted that it could speed up hand seal formation.

That's a good reason, Sasuke secretly praised.

Eh? What is he doing?

Sasuke was drawn to Xiaoming's movements.

Xiaoming noticed Sasuke's gaze from the corner of his eye and smiled with interest, but the smile quickly disappeared.

He gathered all his concentration, focusing on his hands. His heart beat rapidly, and his pale hands instantly turned blood red.

His hands suddenly trembled, and his ten fingers vanished abruptly.

A blur of blood-red finger shadows suddenly filled the space of his hands.

Sss!

The rapid movement of his fingers caused the air to hiss.

Sasuke's eyes widened, and he stared at Xiaoming's hands without blinking.

The blur of finger shadows seemed to have a powerful attraction, making it impossible for him to look away.

It's true! What Akio said is true!

Phew!

Xiaoming exhaled deeply, his hands returning to normal and resting on his knees. This series of hand seals was not easy for him.

But noticing Sasuke's burning gaze, Xiaoming smiled in satisfaction.

"Akio! How did you do that! Teach me quickly!" Sasuke jumped up and shouted.

"Want to learn?" Xiaoming asked knowingly: "No problem."

Hooked!

...

"Yamato, did you see? Uchiha Akio will recover completely soon. And his talent is even better than Sasuke's. He can form five seals in a second. He's only seven, and this is while his body hasn't fully recovered. This is a threat. We must eliminate him!" Danzo said coldly.

"Danzo! Don't be too reckless. He's just a child. What threat could he pose?" The Third Hokage put down his pipe and said sternly.

"The threat of one Uchiha Itachi is greater than the entire Uchiha clan!" Danzo said coldly.

"You think he might be the next Uchiha Itachi?!" The Third Hokage was somewhat surprised.

"That hand seal speed is unmatched among his peers. Moreover, with the medical conditions at the Konoha Hospital, unless Tsunade intervenes, it would be difficult for him to recover. But after returning home, he quickly regained his mobility. There must be something wrong!" Danzo narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold: "One Sasuke is already a significant risk. We can't leave another隐患. We must eliminate him before he grows stronger."

"Are you asking me to order the assassination of Uchiha Akio?" The Third Hokage turned his back to Danzo, looking out the window at the Hidden Leaf Village and said calmly.

"This is just your mistake in judgment, don't exaggerate! I don't know what kind of training Root has received these years, but they can't even tell if someone is dead or alive. They had to notify me through the Body Disposal Team that there was a live person among the corpses? This is a disgrace! Tell me, Danzo, can I still trust you?!" The Third Hokage suddenly turned, staring intently at Danzo, his chakra bursting out.

The sudden pressure forced Danzo to step back several times. He barely managed to steady himself with his cane, his already dark face turning even more pale and red.

"Don't meddle in this. Withdraw your people, and I will handle it personally." The Third Hokage turned and looked at the bustling Konoha slowly.

"Yamato, your indecisiveness will eventually destroy Konoha!" Danzo said bitterly.

"If I weren't indecisive, Root wouldn't exist! Do you want me to be more decisive?!" The Third Hokage didn't back down.

Danzo's face turned ugly, and he heavily stomped his cane, turning and walking out of the Hokage's office.

The Third Hokage put his pipe in his mouth and took a deep puff.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he looked at Konoha with an uncertain expression.

"A genius comparable to Itachi? Even after the clan's destruction, they still cause so much trouble. Truly, they are the Uchiha. But, will he love Konoha like Itachi did...?"

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