In the blink of an eye, several hours passed.

The night deepened.

The battlefield lay in utter silence.

From last night until today, two intense battles had drained everyone's energy.

As a result, apart from a few ninjas on night watch, the majority of Konoha's ninjas had fallen into a deep sleep.

However, Seimei was not among them.

Due to the delay caused by the battles, his training schedule had fallen behind and needed to be caught up.

Moreover, during today's battles, he had managed to seize a considerable amount of chakra. Even after accounting for what was wasted to block the reinforcements from the Mist Village on the sea, he still had plenty left over.

This chakra needed to be absorbed as soon as possible.

Thus, Seimei had been training ever since and showed no signs of stopping.

West of Flying Fish Town.

In a dense forest.

Dozens of Seimei's shadow clones were scattered among the trees, diligently practicing various skills under the relatively bright moonlight.

Meanwhile, Seimei's original body sat cross-legged beside a campfire, mechanically practicing the "Reflective Mind Technique" and "Mystical Palm Jutsu." He alternated between evolving his Sharingan and strengthening his body.

Notably, two months had passed, and his body was once again on the verge of transformation. Although he hadn't reached the critical point yet, he was not far off.

Seimei estimated that, at the earliest, it could happen tonight; at the latest, tomorrow.

When the time came, he would use the "Domain of Man" to break through and push his body to transform, taking his potential to the next level.

Every time he thought of this, Seimei's heart surged with motivation.

Time ticked away.

In the blink of an eye, it was late into the night.

After absorbing the experience and memories from a round of shadow clones' training, Seimei let out a light sigh, saying, "Sigh~ It looks like it'll have to wait until tomorrow."

His training plan for the day was complete, but his body still hadn't reached the critical point for transformation. He had no choice but to wait for tomorrow.

Fortunately, he had no other obligations the next day and could train in peace.

The war had just ended today, and he received word from Sano Nobuhisa that the headquarters had been informed of their successful recapture of Flying Fish Town. Surprised by the news, the headquarters had granted them a few days of rest.

In other words, the team wouldn't need to worry about being deployed for the next few days.

This allowed Seimei to focus entirely on his training.

As for what came after…

That could wait.

Shaking off his thoughts, Seimei extinguished the campfire. He formed a seal and performed the Wind Style Jutsu: Wind Wings, taking to the sky and flying toward Flying Fish Town.

That night, everyone rested in the town.

Without disturbing anyone, Seimei returned silently to the residence assigned to him, washed his face quickly, and collapsed onto the bed.

Within seconds, faint snores filled the room.

Clearly, he was utterly exhausted today.

The next day.

Morning.

The sun had just risen.

Seimei woke from his sleep.

After stretching, he washed up briefly, refreshed himself, and ate a light meal. He then left the town and flew back to yesterday's training spot.

Not wasting a moment, Seimei immediately performed the Shadow Clone Jutsu and launched into rigorous training.

Since he had more time today, he avoided creating too many clones at once.

This way, he wouldn't need to frequently dispel and refresh their states.

After assigning each shadow clone their tasks, Seimei let them disperse and began his own training.

Though his body was on the brink of transformation, he avoided monotonously repeating the "Mystical Palm Jutsu" to strengthen himself. Instead, he alternated between it and the "Reflective Mind Technique," waiting for the right moment to strike.

Time flew by.

Two and a half hours later, Seimei once again used the "Mystical Palm Jutsu" to enhance his body and immediately felt an invisible shackle seemingly limiting his physical improvement.

Having experienced this before, Seimei knew this was his limit.

If he couldn't break through this barrier, no amount of "Mystical Palm Jutsu" would further strengthen his body.

Looking around at his shadow clones in the forest, Seimei dispelled them with a single thought.

With a series of "puffs," the clones vanished, leaving behind a wealth of training experiences and memories in Seimei's mind.

His expression remained calm as he closed his eyes and began processing these memories, absorbing them and converting them into proficiency in various skills.

Only after doing this did he prepare to tackle the physical barrier.

As always, he activated his Mangekyō Sharingan first, then triggered the ocular technique housed in his right eye: Domain of Man!

Blood trickled from his right eye.

Simultaneously, an invisible force enveloped him.

Seimei could clearly sense his control over his body had improved significantly, and the once-clear shackle now felt faint.

But it wasn't enough to break through.

Without hesitation, Seimei used the "Mystical Palm Jutsu" again, channeling its Yang Release energy to guide his body's evolution.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Before long, thirty seconds had passed, and the duration of the Domain of Man approached its limit.

Seimei stopped the technique.

He could still feel the invisible barrier.

He wasn't surprised.

Even with the theoretically all-encompassing Domain of Man, Seimei didn't expect to break the physical limit in a single attempt.

If the limit were so easy to overcome, it wouldn't be called a limit.

What he was doing—rewriting his innate potential—was essentially defying fate, a feat beyond the reach of ordinary people. Achieving it easily was unrealistic.

Last time, it took him ten attempts to succeed.

However, this time, the Domain of Man had improved in both duration and effect.

So it might not take as long.

That said, as the number of breakthroughs increased, so did the difficulty.

Seimei wasn't sure if he could succeed within ten attempts this time.

Too many attempts would strain his Mangekyō Sharingan significantly.

Still, regardless of the difficulty, success was inevitable.

These thoughts flitted through his mind. After resting sufficiently, Seimei once again activated the power of the Domain of Man and began using the Mystical Palm Jutsu to guide his body's evolution.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Another thirty seconds passed.

As the Domain of Man's duration neared its end, Seimei paused.

Unsurprisingly, the invisible shackle remained.

Unperturbed, Seimei rested briefly and began trying again.

Again and again, until—

The shackle disappeared!

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