In the dining room, Ruofeng swallowed another piece of magical beast meat.
Faced with Jiraiya’s question, he chose not to answer.
Instead, he asked,
“So chakra is extracted from the cells?”
“Then what exactly are Soldier Pills? And how does the human body have chakra in the first place?”
“And how do you determine the amount of chakra a person has?”
Ruofeng was very confused.
He knew that chakra was the foundation of a shinobi’s power, and he even knew that chakra originated from the Divine Tree.
He also knew that chakra originally belonged exclusively to Kaguya Otsutsuki before she passed it on to Hagoromo Otsutsuki and Hamura Otsutsuki.
Only the three of them possessed chakra at first.
Later, Hagoromo established Ninshu and passed chakra on to many people.
The descendants of those who received chakra naturally inherited it as well.
What Ruofeng couldn’t understand was how the chakra inherited from Hagoromo could remain inside the body without disappearing.
And more importantly, how could people continue increasing their chakra through cultivation?
Faced with Ruofeng’s questions, Jiraiya looked somewhat embarrassed.
“Actually, I don’t know either.”
“I only know that some people possess chakra while others don’t.”
“Those who possess chakra are naturally stronger physically, with constitutions that surpass those of ordinary people.”
“As for Soldier Pills, they’re something that can rapidly replenish the energy within your cells.”
“However, because their medicinal effects are so potent, they’ll also cause some damage to your cells.”
“Normally, a person can consume at most three in a single day. That’s basically the limit.”
“Of course, people with exceptionally strong constitutions may be able to consume more.”
“As for someone whose chakra is already completely full, eating a Soldier Pill is no different from eating ordinary food. It can simply fill their stomach.”
“As for the amount of chakra a person possesses, it isn’t determined by physical constitution alone.”
“It’s determined by a person’s spiritual power, physical constitution, and bloodline.”
“If you really intend to become a shinobi, you’ll eventually encounter people with Kekkei Genkai.”
“Their bloodlines are different, giving them unusual constitutions and unique forms of energy from birth.”
“These factors combine to produce special forms of chakra, eventually giving rise to unique abilities and ninjutsu.”
“So the strength and quantity of a person’s chakra are determined by three things: bloodline, physical constitution, and spiritual power.”
Ruofeng silently nodded.
He continued eating the magical beast meat before calmly saying,
“I see.”
“Then I’ll try extracting chakra today.”
Ruofeng spoke casually.
Jiraiya continued eating the magical beast meat as well, but his gaze turned toward Sasaki.
“What exactly is going on with this meat?”
Cold sweat appeared on Sasaki’s forehead.
He hadn’t expected the meat Ruofeng had provided to have such astonishing effects.
Ruofeng spoke before Sasaki could answer.
“It’s the meat of a beast, but not an ordinary beast.”
“It was raised for many years on medicinal herbs.”
“You know what you need to know. Don’t spread this around.”
“We don’t have much of this meat at home.”
Jiraiya still had some doubts, but after hearing Ruofeng’s explanation, he chose not to press the matter.
After all, everyone had their own secrets.
Jiraiya looked at Ruofeng.
“I see. So this is part of your family’s foundation.”
“Foundation?”
Ruofeng frowned.
“My family is just in the hot-spring business.”
“We also have some casinos, restaurants, and other businesses…”
“But they’re all ordinary businesses.”
“We’re not some shinobi clan!”
Jiraiya chuckled.
“You’ll understand someday.”
Ruofeng shook his head and continued eating the magical beast meat.
“Sasaki… from now on, prepare this red meat every day.”
Jiraiya laughed.
“That’s certainly extravagant.”
“But I suppose I can enjoy some of it while I’m here.”
“However, a person’s body can’t contain an unlimited amount of chakra.”
“Everyone has a certain limit.”
“You can’t keep refining chakra indefinitely, or you could damage your chakra pathways.”
“But this meat can also strengthen your physical constitution.”
“That makes it an excellent choice.”
Ruofeng nodded.
“I know all of that.”
“But in a few months, I’ll be six years old and can enter the Ninja Academy.”
“When that time comes, I want you to help arrange it.”
Jiraiya fell silent for a moment.
“You should discuss this with your grandfather first.”
“But I recommend that you don’t become a shinobi.”
“After all, your father once said that he didn’t want you to become one.”
“Father…”
Ruofeng smiled faintly before speaking calmly.
“I don’t need someone who has already passed away to decide my path for me.”
“I’ll simply follow my own wishes.”
“You’re a Jonin, so you have recommendation slots.”
“I want to enter the elite class of the Ninja Academy, not one of the ordinary classes.”
“If I enter an ordinary class, setting aside the differences in what they’ll be taught, when the teams are formed later, I might end up with a Chunin as my instructor.”
“And if my teammates are too mediocre, the survival rate during missions will be far too low.”
Jiraiya chuckled.
“You’ve certainly prepared everything in advance.”
“Don’t worry.”
“You’re my nephew, so naturally I’ll recommend you for the elite class.”
“Even if your aptitude isn’t particularly strong, with the resources you have now, they’ll be more than enough to help you become a Jonin.”
“And your aptitude is far from being as simple as it appears.”
Jiraiya spoke seriously.
A trace of surprise appeared on Ruofeng’s face.
It was an expression that didn’t belong on the face of an ordinary five-year-old child.
Ruofeng looked at Jiraiya.
“Looks like you know a lot of things.”
“But why don’t I know any of them?”
It was strange.
Judging from Jiraiya’s tone, Ruofeng’s family was clearly far from ordinary.
Yet Ruofeng only had his grandfather.
And his grandfather appeared to be a frail old man who couldn’t even defend himself.
Could it have something to do with his parents?
Or perhaps his father?
Ruofeng once again remembered the moment he had been born.
Through his hazy newborn vision, he seemed to have seen a pair of crimson Sharingan.
Ruofeng fell silent.
Jiraiya suddenly burst into laughter.
“Why are you pretending to be so mature at your age?”
“For the next few months, focus on refining your chakra.”
“The extraction method Tsunade gave you isn’t simple.”
“It will be very effective for you.”
“However, with your bloodline, it will be difficult to bring that technique to its absolute limit.”
“The chakra produced through the Senju clan’s extraction method possesses a powerful vitality and has tremendous healing properties.”
“You don’t possess the Senju clan’s bloodline, so the vitality contained in the chakra you produce will be much weaker.”
“But it’s still far superior to the chakra-extraction method taught at the Ninja Academy.”
With that, Jiraiya stood up.
He had been severely injured only yesterday, yet he could already walk freely today.
His steps were still somewhat unsteady, but the astonishing effects of the magical beast meat were undeniable.
Ruofeng narrowed his eyes.
“So this is how terrifying magical beast meat is.”
“This is the strength of the Battle Through the Heavens world.”
“Or perhaps this is simply the difference between a higher world and a lower one.”
“I wonder what kind of effect the Qilin Resin I obtained from The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles will have.”
Ruofeng muttered to himself as he watched Jiraiya leave.
He then turned toward Sasaki.
“Buy a large number of refrigerators.”
“Then freeze all the red meat.”
“From now on, every one of my three daily meals must contain red meat.”
Sasaki immediately nodded.
“Yes, Young Master!”