Orochimaru’s bow was like a signal.
The surrounding students, who had been petrified, finally snapped out of their extreme shock.
Immediately following was a clamor like a mountain landslide or a tsunami.
“He won!
Naoki-kun won!”
“My god, what kind of Ninjutsu was that?
It’s too terrifying!”
“With just one finger…
he defeated Orochimaru-kun and even shattered such a massive rock…”
“Monster!
He is absolutely a monster!”
Jiraiya was jumping up and down in excitement.
He rushed to Naoki’s side, grabbed his arm, and his face was full of fanatical worship: “Boss!
You’re so badass!
You are my god!
What was that move just now?
It was so cool!
Teach me!
Please teach me!”
Naoki was feeling dizzy from being shaken.
He pushed him away irritably: “Get lost, you’re too noisy.”
Right now, he just wanted to leave this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
Tsunade also walked over.
She looked at Naoki with eyes full of extreme complexity.
There was shock, confusion, and a hint of…
pride that she hadn’t even noticed herself.
“You guy…
just how many things are you hiding from us?” she muttered softly, but her tone no longer held its previous worry, only intense curiosity.
Naoki ignored them.
He walked up to Orochimaru, who was still maintaining his bowing posture, and looked down at him, wondering how to wrap this up.
The way this guy was looking at him now was on par with those lunatics from Uchiha Setsuna’s group; it was almost intense enough to draw threads.
If he didn’t handle this properly, he probably wouldn’t have any peace in the future.
“Stand up,” Naoki said in a flat tone.
This was the residual effect of the system’s ‘Micro-expression Management,’ making him sound profound and mysterious.
Orochimaru slowly straightened his back.
He looked at Naoki, and in those golden slitted pupils, a fanatical fire still burned.
He carefully took out a small notebook and a charcoal pencil he carried with him, and asked in a nearly pious tone: “Naoki-kun, may I ask if the technique you used just now—compressing Chakra to its extreme—can be called an introductory application of ‘Chakra Mass-Energy Conversion’?
According to my shallow understanding, when energy density reaches a certain threshold, it breaks through the constraints of conventional physical laws, producing an annihilating effect on the material world.
Is this what you referred to as a higher level of ‘Scientific Ninjutsu’?”
Naoki’s head throbbed as he listened to the string of terms coming out of Orochimaru’s mouth, which even he found difficult to follow.
Chakra Mass-Energy Conversion?
Energy density threshold?
Annihilating effect?
Brother, you’re overthinking it.
I just flicked my finger casually!
He really wanted to say that, but looking at Orochimaru’s eyes full of thirst for knowledge, he knew that if he dared to tell the truth, this matter wouldn’t end today. This chapter is updated first at novelping . com.
Fool him, he had to keep fooling him!
And he had to fool him so thoroughly that he’d find a corner to study on his own and stop bothering him.
Naoki quickly searched his mind for scraps of knowledge from science fiction movies and street-side literature from his previous life.
Then he cleared his throat and spoke slowly in an even more profound tone, as if articulating the truths of the universe.
“Your understanding is only half right.”
Hearing this, Orochimaru’s body jolted, and he immediately stood ramrod straight like a schoolboy listening to a lecture, his ears perked up.
“What is the essence of Chakra?” Naoki didn’t answer directly but asked a question in return.
“It is…
the combination of spiritual energy and physical energy,” Orochimaru answered honestly.
This was the standard answer from the Ninja Academy textbooks.
“Wrong.” Naoki negated him mercilessly.
“Completely wrong.”
Orochimaru’s pupils shrank violently.
He felt his worldview being challenged once again.
“Spiritual energy?
Physical energy?
These are just the most superficial appearances.” Naoki continued his’Scientific Preaching’ in that flat, emotionless tone.
“The essence of Chakra is the external manifestation of life information.
Every Ninja, from the moment they are born, has a unique ‘Life Blueprint’ engraved in their genetic sequence.
This blueprint determines your Chakra nature, your talent ceiling, and even your birth, aging, sickness, and death.”
“So-called cultivation is nothing more than performing low-efficiency energy extraction and release within this established framework.
It’s like a group of primitive people guarding a massive mine but only knowing how to pick up a few stones to start a fire for warmth.
It’s laughable and pathetic.”
Naoki’s words were like thunder from the highest heavens, striking hard into Orochimaru’s mind.
Life information?
Genetic sequence?
Life Blueprint?
These completely unfamiliar terms made him feel dizzy, yet he felt a surge of enlightenment and wild joy!
He felt as if he saw a door to a brand-new world slowly opening before him!
“Then…
then how can one…
break through this framework?” Orochimaru’s voice became hoarse with excitement, and the hand holding the pencil was trembling slightly.
“Analysis,” Naoki uttered two words calmly.
“Analyze your genes, analyze your cells, analyze every tiniest component of your body.
When you can read the ‘Source Code’ of your own body like you’re reading a book, you can modify it at will, optimize it, and even…
rewrite it.”
“At that time, so-called Bloodline Limits and the cycle of life and death will become meaningless in your eyes.
You will be your own god.”
“Immortality is not impossible either.”
After saying this, Naoki felt like he was almost fooling himself.
He didn’t know what nonsense he was talking about; he just went with whatever sounded high-end and mysterious.
However, the impact of these words on Orochimaru was devastating.
Immortality!
He had witnessed too much death since he was young.
The departure of his parents and the cruelty of war had made him feel deep fear and disgust toward the fragility of life.
He craved eternity; he craved to master all the Ninjutsu and truths in the world.
And now, Senju Naoki, this eight-year-old boy, had casually pointed out a path to “Eternity” for him!
It wasn’t by relying on some ethereal Forbidden Jutsu, nor by seizing the bodies of others, but a…
righteous path to godhood built upon “Science” and “Self-Analysis”!
“God…
so…
this is a true god…”
Orochimaru looked at Naoki with eyes that could no longer be described as fanatical.
It was an absolute piety mixed with worship, awe, and the finding of a lifelong faith.
He completely gave up resistance and stopped thinking.
He had lost.
He lost convincingly, lost thoroughly, and was…
ecstatic in his loss.
Because he felt that although he had lost a trivial duel, he had gained the truth of the entire world!
Seeing Orochimaru’s soul-lost, possessed expression, Naoki knew the timing was about right.
He casually picked up a small pebble from the ground and weighed it.
Then, before anyone could react, he flicked his wrist.
Swoosh!
The pebble was thrown out using an extremely exquisite [Uchiha Style Throwing Technique].
That pebble seemed to be endowed with life, tracing a bizarre arc in the air, continuously striking the walls, wooden stakes, and even other stones around the training ground.
Each collision didn’t make much sound, but the angle and force of each bounce seemed to have undergone the most precise calculations.
“Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!”
The crisp sounds of impact, like the death knell of the Shinigami, rang out seven or eight times in a row in the silent training ground.
Finally, after a series of dazzling ricochets, the pebble’s momentum was spent, and it silently came to a halt right before the center of Orochimaru’s forehead, less than a millimeter from his skin.
Only then did it fall to the ground with a “clatter.”
The entire field fell back into a deathly silence.
If the Chakra bullet from before demonstrated absolute destructive power,
Then this move demonstrated a miraculous and despair-inducing absolute control over power and trajectory!
Orochimaru froze in place, not daring to move an inch.
He could clearly feel the slight breeze generated when the pebble stopped at his forehead.
He knew that as long as the opponent wanted, that pebble could have pierced his skull at any time.
He completely gave up any thought of resistance.
He looked at Naoki with eyes so fanatical it was as if he were looking at the God of Creation.
“I…
I lose convincingly,” he said hoarsely.
Naoki looked at him and breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.
Finally…
I’ve fooled him.
…..
Man I am so sorry ,