Chapter 24 - 24 WOOD ?

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[ Maki's POV ]

I didn't waste time.

I activated my eye technique—the Sharingan.

The world sharpened instantly. Details deepened. Movements slowed just enough for me to process everything. I scanned the area, searching for the instructor wearing a black ribbon.

As my gaze swept across the crowd, I felt it.

Eyes.

Glaring at me.

At the corner of my vision stood the four-eyes guy. Somehow, he already had a brand-new pair of glasses. I watched him push himself up from the ground, his legs still slightly trembling after earlier. Present Mic's loud voice echoed again, and he straightened up like nothing had happened.

I still didn't understand him.

First, he screamed like a lunatic. Then he acted like some corporate office worker enforcing policies.

What a mess.

I decided to ignore him.

The crowd itself was… chaotic.

A spiky blonde guy who looked permanently pissed off.

An orange-haired girl casually eating an entire loaf of bread like it was a snack.

Twin-looking sisters carefully cleaning their swords.

A woman in a maid outfit.

Another in a kimono.

Several people openly carrying blades.

And many more exotic beings.

At the far end stood the adults.

Instructors.

I counted ten of them.

Each wore a ribbon in a different color tied somewhere visible on their body.

I started walking toward the one with the black ribbon.

Even as I moved, I could feel gazes following me. Curious. Wary. Judging.

As I passed through the crowd, fragments of conversation drifted into my ears.

A guy with lightning-yellow hair was talking to a red-haired man about the legendary Class S of U.A.—a class only recommended students could enter.

Another group discussed a recent Hollow rampage.

Others whispered about villains.

Someone mentioned an escaped prisoner from Impel Down.

So many dangerous topics.

These were things I had only seen on screens before—news, clips, reports.

Hearing them in person felt heavier. Realer.

But something else lingered in my thoughts.

The open voids.

They began appearing ten years ago.

The same year I fell into this world.

Sometimes I wondered…

Was I connected to them somehow?

But who was I?

Just a random guy who got lucky.

If this were a Marvel movie, there would probably be an Avengers team handling those crises.

And as a background character, all you could do was wait for the heroes to save the day.

I wasn't jealous of future heroes.

Those who truly dreamed of becoming heroes would eventually reach that height.

As for me?

I was just… riding the flow.

Letting fate carry me wherever it wanted.

As I moved forward, people subtly stepped aside, creating a path.

I appreciated that.

I didn't want to be squeezed between bodies anyway.

When I reached the group marked with black ribbons, I noticed that many students had tied them in different places—on their heads, wrists, necks.

Then my eyes landed on her.

The instructor.

There was no doubt.

She carried the same flirty energy as Nemuri.

I recognized that smile instantly.

She was tall and slender, fair-skinned, with striking green eyes. Her ankle-length auburn hair was styled into an intricate herringbone braid at the back, tied into a topknot with a dark blue band. Four bangs framed her face—two short, one partially covering her right eye, and two longer strands resting across her chest.

She wore a long-sleeved dark blue dress that fell just below her knees. It was zipped down the front and opened along the right side from the waist down. The cut barely concealed parts of her arms and the underside of her chest. Beneath it, mesh armor hugged her upper body.

Mesh leggings extended past her knees. A belt with a pouch rested at her lower back. High-heeled sandals, shin guards, dark blue nail polish, and bold purple lipstick completed the look.

She felt dangerous.

Confident.

Predatory.

As if sensing my stare, she turned her head slightly.

Our eyes met.

She smiled.

That same teasing, knowing smile.

I didn't react.

Not even a twitch.

If I showed weakness in front of someone like her, she'd exploit it.

Maybe not physically.

But psychologically? Absolutely.

So I stood still.

Waiting.

Not gonna lie—I really wanted to sit down.

I scanned the area.

White sand.

Bushes.

Trees in the distance.

Trees…

An idea formed.

I summoned my system interface and opened the details of Hashirama's physique.

I read it again.

Slowly.

Carefully.

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Core Abilities of Hashirama's Physique

Hashirama Senju possesses an exceptionally durable and vital body characterized by immense chakra reserves, rapid healing capabilities, and a unique life force. As a user of the Wood Release Kekkei Genkai, his cells are highly coveted for their regenerative properties and ability to enhance vitality.

As a reincarnation of Asura Ōtsutsuki, his inherited life force allows him to perform feats impossible for most.

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Core Physical Abilities

Passive Regeneration: Even lost organs can regenerate without hand seals.

Immense Stamina: Capable of fighting nonstop for 24 hours.

Massive Chakra Reserves: Chakra dense enough to crack stone and rival an user combined with the Nine-Tails.

Superhuman Stats:

• Strength capable of shattering defenses effortlessly.

• Speed fast enough to evade Tailed Beast attacks.

• Durability resistant to extreme temperatures and high-caliber assaults.

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Secondary Traits

Instant Sage Mode activation.

Wood Release mastery—capable of creating forests and colossal constructs.

Mastery of all five basic nature transformations, plus Yin and Yang Release.

Cell properties capable of granting Wood Release, Sage Mode, and rapid healing when grafted.

Signature Ability: Wood Release.

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I stared at the information.

Yeah.

This physique was insane.

Controlling wood…

That was honestly amazing.

And suddenly—

The trees around us didn't just look like trees anymore.

They looked like options.

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AM N. NOT.