Poof-poof-poof!
Three hundred puffs of chakra smoke exploded across the training ground, and just like that, three hundred shadow clones popped into existence.
Seimei didn't even bother with a dramatic speech. He just flicked his wrist like he was telling them to fuck off and get to work. The clones scattered without a word.
No time to waste. One thought later, whoosh—Flying Thunder God kicked in, and he blinked straight from the cool breeze of Moon Island into the sweltering, claustrophobic guts of the volcano beneath it.
The scenery flipped in a heartbeat. One second he's chilling on an island paradise, the next he's standing on a stone platform in the middle of a goddamn lava lake, heat slamming into him like a pissed-off tailed beast.
Seimei reached out with his mind and popped one of the wood clones sleeping outside—boom, a fat torrent of chakra came flooding back into him like a shot of pure adrenaline.
Then he cracked open the natural energy stashed in that weird stomach pocket dimension and slipped straight into Sage Mode. Time to run "Body Extreme" and crank his meat suit up another notch.
But the second he started… something felt different.
His "Body Extreme" was always laced with the guiding boost from "Human Control," so the change hit him like a brick. Human Control had just leveled the hell up.
He stopped mid-reinforcement, dropped out of Sage Mode, and fired up Human Control in his base state—no buffs, no bullshit.
Closed his eyes. Felt it.
Minutes crawled by.
Then his eyes snapped open, glowing with that savage gleam.
A wicked grin split his face.
Motherfucker was right.
Human Control got stronger. Way stronger.
And the only thing that could've caused that? Unlocking the Rinnegan yesterday.
If he was right (and he always fucking was), then his left-eye technique, "Heaven Control," had to have gotten a juicy upgrade too.
He activated the left eye without hesitation.
Instantly, he vanished from the physical world.
To anyone watching, he just ghosted. But Seimei was still standing right there—just phased into a completely different dimensional layer.
He reached out with his senses.
Holy shit.
After unlocking the Rinnegan, the dimensional space felt deeper. Layers upon layers deeper. Anyone trying to spot him now would need god-tier perception or a whole lot of luck.
Jackpot confirmed.
Heaven Control got stronger too. Same reason: Rinnegan cranked his spiritual energy into the stratosphere, and Mangekyō techniques scale directly with pupil power.
Yesterday he'd been so hyped testing his exclusive Rinnegan move "Time Control" that he completely forgot to check how the base Mangekyō abilities had been juiced.
Classic rookie oversight, but whatever—he's fixing that now.
And honestly? This probably still wasn't the ceiling.
He remembered Sasuke getting that six-tomoe Rinnegan straight from the old man Sage of Six Paths himself. No reason he couldn't pull the same stunt.
One thought later, the black sun pattern in his eyes dissolved. Silver irises rippled out, ringed with those signature concentric circles.
Then six black tomoe slowly emerged.
Boom. Six-Tomoe Rinnegan, unlocked.
The dimensional pocket he was hiding in immediately sank even deeper—like dropping ten more floors into the goddamn shadow realm.
"As expected… there's still another gear," he muttered, smirking like a bastard.
He shut the technique down and snapped back onto the stone platform.
Fired Human Control up again.
No surprise this time—the boost was even nastier under six-tomoe.
If he ran Body Extreme with this thing active 24/7, his physical gains would go absolutely nuclear.
Too bad that's a pipe dream.
Why? Because keeping six-tomoe active drains chakra like a cracked dam, and body forging is a slow-ass grind. He'd burn through his reserves in hours.
But here's the beautiful part: even in regular Rinnegan mode, his pupil power was still way higher than before. So normal Human Control + Sage Mode + Body Extreme? Still faster. No extra chakra cost, just pure efficiency.
Time to test exactly how much faster.
He dropped straight back into Sage Mode, natural energy roaring through his veins, and started hammering Body Extreme reps like a man possessed.
One hour later he stopped, took a beat, and checked the gains.
Rough math: about 1.2× faster than before.
That shaved a whole month off his next physical transformation.
Used to be five and a half months. Now? Four and a half.
Four and a half months is nothing to a guy who measures life in wars and resurrection jutsu.
Once that transformation hits, his raw constitution is gonna skyrocket and take a massive load off his mental strain.
He's been waiting for that pressure valve for a long damn time.
Best part? This speed boost didn't cost him a single extra drop of chakra.
Because Human Control doesn't do the heavy lifting—it just points the evolution in the perfect direction. Stronger technique = sharper aim = less waste = faster gains.
Free performance upgrade. Exactly the kind of cheat he loves.
Seimei rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and flashed back to the surface of Moon Island with another Flying Thunder God jump.
Hell yeah.
Today's training? Absolute win.