After a brief moment of reflection, Qing Ming closed the proficiency panel. Without hesitation, he raised his hands again, forming seals and casting the jutsu—Healing Palm Technique—to begin strengthening his body.
He needed to determine how long it would take for his body to undergo another transformation once his "Physique" attribute reached 19 points.
As rich Yang Chakra energy gathered, Qing Ming concentrated, guiding it carefully to penetrate every part of his body, spurring his cells into evolution.
Time passed, second by second.
In the blink of an eye, over two hours had gone by, and the afternoon had arrived.
Suddenly, Qing Ming opened his eyes.
A trace of exhaustion flashed across his gaze, which he struggled to shake off as he took a moment to carefully assess the changes in his body.
After over two hours and nearly fifty rounds of reinforcement, he could vaguely sense some improvement.
However, compared to before, this time's progress was minimal, nowhere near enough to estimate how long it would take for the next transformation.
With this in mind, Qing Ming activated his Mangekyou Sharingan. Then, he triggered the dojutsu housed in his right eye—"Human's Dominion!"
Using its unique power, he instantly scanned his entire body, precisely assessing the extent of his progress.
Releasing "Human's Dominion" and deactivating the Mangekyou Sharingan, Qing Ming murmured, "Two months, it seems."
Yes, based on his estimation, at his current pace of reinforcement, it would take about two more months for his body to reach the next critical threshold.
By then, he could attempt to break through.
It wasn't an especially long or short time—depending on one's perspective.
Compared to his previous rates of transformation, the time needed this round was indeed longer.
But compared to others in the shinobi world, whose natural talent and abilities might limit them forever, a mere two months wasn't significant.
After all, Qing Ming had the patience for it.
With that thought, Qing Ming stopped dwelling on it. He got up, washed his face, and returned to bed to rest.
With only a few hours until nightfall, he needed to recharge before setting out on his mission.
"Snore~"
In mere seconds, soft snores filled the room as Qing Ming drifted into sleep.
...
Time flew, and soon it was nighttime.
Outside the Black Rock outpost.
In the sky.
Still some distance from Flying Fish Town, Qing Ming suddenly changed direction, flying toward the open sea.
About a quarter of an hour later, he arrived at a location roughly thirty kilometers from the shoreline.
Here, there was a flat bed of reef rocks.
From high above, Qing Ming activated his Sharingan, scanning the area. Confirming that no one was around for several kilometers, he descended.
Standing on the slightly slippery rocks, he didn't waste any time. Crossing his hands into the "Seal of the Serpent," he cast the jutsu—Shadow Clone Technique!
With a puff of chakra smoke, ten shadow clones appeared around him.
Qing Ming got straight to the point, assigning two clones to practice "Wind Style: Rasenshuriken," and one to work on "Rasengan."
Next, he had three of them train in "Water Style: Water Wall," "Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet," and "Water Style: Shark Bullet."
For the remaining four, he assigned three to train in "Delicate Extraction Technique," "Mind-Body Transmission," and "Flash Sword Technique."
The last clone he tasked with developing his Earth attribute chakra.
Seeing his clones busily engaged, Qing Ming nodded in satisfaction.
He had been doing this for the past two days.
This way, he could maintain his training progress while on missions.
Though it required him to return every hour to absorb the experiences and memories, refreshing the clones' states, the gains made the trouble worthwhile. Plus, with the "Wind Style: Wings of Wind," the distance was no real issue.
It was a chance to brush up on his proficiency in "Wind Style: Wings of Wind" as well—a win-win.
With his mind settled, Qing Ming didn't linger. He performed hand seals, activated "Wind Style: Wings of Wind," and, with a flap of his wings, flew toward Flying Fish Town.
It was time to begin the mission.
...
Elsewhere.
Flying Fish Town.
At the center.
Inside a building, a group of over ten Mist Jounin had gathered, discussing something.
After a moment, the Mist Jounin at the head of the table summarized, "Since everyone agrees, we'll go with the plan."
He looked to the person on his right and said, "Ao, you will lead this operation."
"Yes, Captain!" replied Ao, standing up immediately, his right eye covered by a black patch.
"Good, everyone get ready."
"Yes!" the others responded in unison.
Soon, only Yano Chiaki remained in the meeting room. His gaze was vacant as he stared ahead, lost in thought.
After leaving the meeting, the others quickly followed Ao's arrangements, going off to prepare.
This time, they intended to deal a significant blow to Konoha's morale.
And the method? To eliminate Qing Ming, who had been harassing them night after night.
Yes, their target was Qing Ming.
As one of Konoha's well-known prodigies, his death would deal a heavy blow to Konoha.
Especially with war on the horizon, the timing could not be more critical.
Unfortunately, while their intentions were solid, the results would depend on each party's skills.
...
Around a quarter of an hour later.
Qing Ming reached the skies over Flying Fish Town.
As usual, he activated his Sharingan and kept a close watch on the Mist Shinobi's activities below.
Until the latter half of the night, when he had gathered enough intel and the Mist Shinobi were at their most fatigued, he made his move.
Diving down, he positioned himself above a rooftop, pulling out a kunai and hurling it downward.
Sparks danced along the kunai's edge, igniting the attached explosive tag.
Just as the kunai was about to strike the roof, another kunai appeared out of nowhere, intercepting Qing Ming's throw.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
The two kunai collided in mid-air, sparking.
Qing Ming's kunai was deflected and exploded into a bright flame in the sky.
In an instant, it was as if all of Flying Fish Town had come alive.
All the Mist Shinobi, whether resting or on night watch, came out of hiding, looking toward the source of the disturbance.
However, there was little panic in their eyes.
It wasn't that they were unconcerned; they had simply grown accustomed to it.
Ever since taking on this reconnaissance mission, Qing Ming had performed this routine almost every night before leaving.
At first, the Mist Shinobi had been somewhat flustered, but after so many instances, it had become just another part of their night.
For Qing Ming, this wasn't merely about harassment; his main objective was to destroy the catapults stationed there.
While not highly threatening, the catapults posed some risk.
Thus, he aimed to take them out entirely before the war began.
Though he hadn't succeeded yet, tonight seemed to present a new opportunity.
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