Seimei just stood there for a minute, letting the high sink in, then snapped out of it.
No point wasting daylight. He packed his shit, flared his Wind-Style Wind Wings and that sweet Chakra Feather Coat, and shot into the sky like a goddamn missile headed straight for the Land of Fire.
Plan was simple: crash in Konoha for one day, stuff his face, sleep like the dead, then get right back to grinding.
One day later… back at it.
Another half-month of pure, soul-crushing training.
He popped into the village once for a quick breather, then hauled ass back to Moon Island. Kept hammering away until, right before his third break, he finally scraped together the last bit of evolution points needed to rank up his Wood Style.
That afternoon, Moon Island.
Seimei finishes another brutal round of body tempering, drops back to the ground, cancels the Multi-Shadow-Clone jutsu like usual, and sucks in every ounce of experience and memory those clones racked up over the last hour.
The second it all hits him, his whole body jolts like he just got struck by lightning.
Holy shit.
His understanding of Wood Style just leaped up a whole damn tier. The spiritual feedback slams into his flesh, and his Wood Release bloodline starts evolving at warp speed.
He's so deep in the zone he doesn't even notice his chakra leaking out like a cracked pipe because he finally relaxed for once.
That leaking chakra instantly morphs into Wood-Style chakra the moment his bloodline levels up.
The second it touches the dirt, every buried seed in the area explodes to life. In one breath they're saplings, next breath they're fucking skyscraper trees.
Seimei's brow twitches; he senses something going down outside, but no killing intent, so screw it. He stays lost in his own power-up.
More chakra keeps spilling out. Centered on him, flowers, grass, vines, whole-ass trees just erupt everywhere. Ten minutes later the clearing looks like the motherfucking ancient forest from before humans ruined everything.
Even the old blast craters from when he was testing jutsu, plus all the scorched earth his shadow clones left while experimenting with bloodline nets, everything's healed. Like it never happened.
When he finally snaps out of it and opens his eyes, the entire goddamn Moon Island is a primeval jungle. Branches tangled, vines choking everything, pure raw life pulsing all around.
If some random ninja stumbled here right now and didn't look close, they'd never guess anyone ever set foot on this rock.
Even Seimei himself just blinks like "Well, shit."
Then he glances at his panel: Wood Style (1/50,000).
Yeah, that's Mangekyō Sharingan-tier Wood Release now. A couple drops of leaking chakra turning an island into Jurassic Park? Totally normal.
Honestly? This is the weak version.
If he actually flexed, he could blanket dozens of square kilometers in deep forest in minutes. Shrink the area, crank the control, and boom, Hashirama's Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence. He can already throw that shit casually now, no scroll required.
That technique's never been some sacred forbidden jutsu; Hashirama just brute-forced it with his monster chakra and insane life force. Pure "I'm built different" energy.
With Seimei's current reserves and mastery? If he couldn't pull it off, that'd be the real joke.
Hell, give him a minute and he could reverse-engineer every Wood Style move Hashirama ever used. Even Sage Mode's on the table.
But does he need to copy the First Hokage move-for-move?
Fuck no.
There's a saying: those who imitate me die.
Everyone's got their own path. Hashirama's style was Hashirama's style. Blindly copying the dead guy gets you nowhere.
Seimei's just gonna pocket this as a nice side-grade and keep carving his own goddamn road.
The second that thought clicks, his mind feels clearer than ever, and his control over spiritual energy jumps another notch.
He exhales hard, reels his brain in, and finally checks what this Wood Style glow-up actually did for him.
Closes his eyes again, turns his senses inward.
A couple breaths later his eyes snap open, glowing with straight-up glee.
No wonder.
This upgrade didn't just boost his aptitude; it straight-up shaved a huge chunk off his next physical transformation timeline.
The aptitude boost? Expected.
The massive shortcut on body evolution? That's the dirty little bonus he didn't see coming.
Then again… makes sense. Regular Sharingan and Mangekyō are night and day. Same deal here; his new Wood Style is on a whole different level, so of course the benefits are juicier.
He'll need proper testing to nail down the exact numbers, but still; free gains are free gains.
Mood instantly sky-high, he gets his head straight, cracks his knuckles, pops Multi-Shadow-Clone again, and dives right back into training.
Fast-forward to midnight.
Last session of the day done. He lands back on the island, cancels the clones, slurps up the last hour of memories and gains.
Ten, fifteen minutes of quiet checking…
Seimei pulls his perception back and lets a feral grin spread across his face.
Jackpot.
First, the direct cut to his body-tempering schedule: about twenty days shaved off clean.
Twenty days might not sound like much, but at his current pace that's a massive leap in raw physical evolution. Can't sneeze at that.
Then the aptitude jump.
After running the numbers, the difficulty drop is so big it saves him roughly a full month of grinding.
Add in the half-month he's already put in this cycle, and now he's only a little over three months away from hitting the next full-body transformation threshold.
Three months.
That's nothing.
Seimei's practically laughing at this point.
Hell yeah, he's hyped.