But for some worlds completely devoid of Chakra, it might just be the key to opening a new system.
“For the first exchange, I shouldn’t be too greedy, nor too stingy.”
Haruto took a deep breath and took out paper and a pen.
He didn’t start writing right away.
In the original owner’s memories, the Chakra Refining Technique had been memorized very well, but past understandings were quite superficial, and many details were just practiced blindly.
But after awakening memories of his past life, he clearly felt that his brain had become faster.
It wasn’t that his IQ had skyrocketed out of nowhere, but rather that his mental power had grown stronger.
The fusion of the two souls’ memories had at least doubled his mental power.
Previously, when refining Chakra, he could only vaguely sense the mixing of physical energy and spiritual energy, and controlling it felt like trying to grab a handful of loose sand.
Thinking back on it now, many places that were originally vague had become clear.
The benefits brought by strong mental power were too direct.
His Chakra control would improve.
Learning Ninjutsu would also be faster.
At least he wouldn’t be like before, where out of ten practice sessions, eight times he couldn’t find the feel for it.
“This can be considered the first wave of benefits from awakening past life wisdom.”
Haruto let out a breath, and his heart finally settled down a bit.
He spread out a blank sheet of paper and began to copy out the Chakra Refining Technique.
Every single incantation and every single point of attention, he wrote down very seriously.
It wasn’t a pure copy.
He also marked the pitfalls the original owner had stepped into during practice right beside them in a more straightforward manner.
For instance, overly strong spiritual energy would cause Chakra to become chaotic.
Forcibly refining when physical energy was insufficient would only overdraw his physical strength.
Beginners should not blindly pursue quantity; they should pursue stability first.
To a Konoha Ninja, these things were just basic experience, but to people from another world, they might be even more useful than the original text.
One page, two pages, three pages.
In the room, there was only the sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper surface.
When the last word fell, Haruto rubbed his sore wrist and tidied up the copied booklet.
He didn’t rush to exchange it.
Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed, forming the basic cultivation seal with his hands.
Chakra was refined out from within his body bit by bit.
This process was not fast.
His amount of Chakra was already on the lower side; he couldn’t squander it casually like those with Uzumaki or Senju constitutions.
But this time, he clearly felt it was much smoother.
Spiritual energy was like a steadier hand, slowly kneading physical energy together, no longer scattering at a mere touch like before.
Soon, a faint yet stable cluster of Chakra condensed in the palm of his hand.
The light blue halo was very faint, like a small flame that could be extinguished at any moment.
Haruto stared at it, his heartbeat quickening.
“A copied booklet of the Chakra Refining Technique, plus a cluster of Chakra.”
“Theory, sample, energy seed.”
“We’ll use this for the first test.”
He placed the copied booklet before him and maintained the Chakra in his palm.
The Exchange Talent in his mind was like a switch waiting for a long time.
Haruto did not hesitate: “Exchange!”
The moment the thought fell, the copied booklet on the desk vanished.
The cluster of Chakra in his palm also emptied out silently.
No light burst forth, no sound rang out.
But Haruto’s consciousness was abruptly pulled upward, as if dragged into boundless darkness by an invisible giant hand.
The next second, the darkness split open.
An image appeared within his perception.
That was a battlefield high above in the sky.
A gigantic Golden Bell hung suspended in the clouds, its golden body so dazzling under the sunlight that people couldn’t keep their eyes open.
A straw-hat-wearing youth had his arm wrapped around a massive golden ball, his entire body spinning at high speed using the elasticity of rubber, like a fully drawn cannonball fiercely blasting forward.
“Rubber Golden Spiral Shell!”
Luffy’s roar tore open the sea of clouds.
Carrying terrifying weight and speed, the golden ball caused the surrounding air to emit sonic booms under the pressure.
Opposite him, Enel stood before the Golden Bell, his face still bearing the arrogance of a deity.
In his perception, aside from that damned rubber brat, no one could truly harm him.
The power bestowed upon him by the Rumble-Rumble Fruit was the proof of a god.
As long as he elementized, he could transform into lightning and evade all attacks.
No matter how heavy this punch was, as long as it couldn’t hit him, it was meaningless.
“Fool.”
Enel lifted his chin, the corners of his mouth pulled apart, and his fingers moved slightly.
He prepared to transform into a flash of lightning to dodge.
But the next instant, the arrogance on his face froze.
There was no lightning, no elementization.
His body was still flesh and blood.
The power inside his body that controlled thunder and lightning was as if someone had forcibly hollowed it out, leaving not even a trace of residue behind.
Enel’s pupils shrank violently.
“What is going on?”
For the first time, he panicked.
It was not anger, but fear.
The fear of being dragged down from the altar by someone.
He desperately mobilized his ability, wanting his body to turn into lightning, wanting to summon thunder and lightning, wanting to easily vanish from the spot like he used to.
But there was nothing.
The people around who witnessed this scene were all dumbfounded.
Nami covered her mouth, her voice trembling: “He… He didn’t turn into lightning?”
Usopp’s legs were shaking, yet he opened his eyes wide and shouted: “Hey, hey, hey! That monster’s ability has malfunctioned?!”
The Shandian warriors, even more so, stood with their mouths agape, their faces full of disbelief.
This man who called himself a god had suppressed the Sky Island to the point of breathless suffocation.
Lightning, divine sanction, untouchable.
Everyone thought he was a truly unbeatable existence.
But now, Luffy’s fist had already smashed right before him, yet he hadn’t transformed into a flash of lightning.
Enel wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
The fist wrapped around the golden ball heavily slammed into his body.
Boom!
The power carried by the golden ball completely exploded.
Enel’s chest collapsed, the expression on his face shifting from arrogance to distortion, and his entire body flew backward uncontrollably as if struck by a giant beast.
The sound of bones breaking was mixed within the roar.
He opened his mouth to scream, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.
The next moment, he heavily smashed into the Golden Bell.
Dong——!
The chime of the Golden Bell exploded from atop the Sky Island, deep, resonant, and loud, like a heavy hammer striking into everyone’s heart.
The sea of clouds surged, and the sound spread out layer by layer.
The White-White Sea shook, and the distant sky seemed awakened by this chime.
Those Shandians stood among the ruins in the clouds, freezing in place one by one.
Someone’s hand holding a weapon was trembling.
Someone looked up at the Golden Bell, their lips trembling for a long time without being able to say a single word.
“The bell…”
“This is our ancestors’ bell!”
“We actually heard it! Four hundred years! It really rang!”
A Shandian warrior’s knees went soft, and he directly dropped to his knees on the ground, his hands clutching tightly into the dirt, his eye sockets turning red.
The people beside him couldn’t hold it together either.
They had bled for this land and fought against the Sky Islanders for too long—so long that many people had almost forgotten what they were holding on to.
Yet this single chime knocked out all the obsessions buried in blood.
Wyper stood on high ground, his wounds still bleeding, yet he seemed unable to feel the pain, staring fixedly at that Golden Bell.
“It rang…”
His voice was terribly hoarse.
“It really rang.”