C3 I Don't Know How to Explain It but How about This?

"What?"

Mizushiro Tsubasa felt a jolt of surprise and instantly assumed a defensive stance.

"Relax, it might just be a trick of the mind. How could it be possible for a five-year-old to possess such immense Chakra?"

"Judging by the intensity of this Chakra, it's at least that of an Elite Ninja!"

The elder shook his head, suspecting he was overthinking it.

Such Chakra, at the level of an Elite Ninja, was unheard of in the Ninja World. Even Konoha's famed prodigy only achieved Elite Ninja strength at twelve. The idea that this mere five-year-old before him could wield such power was unfathomable.

"Impossible as it seems, we're in extraordinary times and can't afford to let our guard down. I'll test him myself!"

Mizushiro Tsubasa shook his head, fixing his gaze on Yang Ming, and approached.

"What's your name, and what are you doing here?"

Mizushiro Tsubasa demanded, eyeing Yang Ming.

"Me?"

At the sound of the voice, Yang Ming's eyes snapped open to find an old man and a young man before him.

The young man stepped forward, his face stern, while the elder watched from a distance, clearly intrigued.

Noticing the MM emblem on their foreheads, Yang Ming recognized them as Grass Ninja.

And by the feel of their presence, these were no ordinary Ninjas.

Without hesitation, he answered calmly.

"I'm Gekka Ming, an orphan. Teacher Gong Lizi took me in. I'm here meditating and refining my Chakra."

"From the orphanage, huh? If you're refining Chakra, why come all this way out here? No one's guiding you; can you manage on your own? And what was that earlier? How do you have such a strong Chakra presence?"

"Can a child of five really refine such potent Chakra?"

Mizushiro Tsubasa's eyes narrowed with skepticism.

Clearly, the elder's remarks had sown a seed of doubt that needed to be addressed.

Though World War II had ended and nations were in a period of ceasefire and recovery,

the threat of spies infiltrating remained. The Grass Ninja might not be a major power, but caution was still imperative.

"As expected from a Grass Ninja master, your sensory abilities are incredibly sharp. I merely unlocked the elementary Immortal Body and Strange Strength, and yet you detected me!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ming felt a stir in his heart.

He had just completed a mission, and the system rewarded him with the elementary Immortal Body and Strange Strength abilities.

Instantly, his physical condition improved. Despite being only five years old, the system's power was profoundly enigmatic. Now, both his strength and reflexes had ascended to a whole new realm.

The concept of discomfort was foreign to him.

Indeed, possessing an Immortal Body, even at a basic level, was no small feat.

Within him, his Chakra surged, reaching the prowess of an Elite Ninja.

Particularly after the enhancement of his physique and the acquisition of Strange Strength.

Armed with both Strange Strength and the elementary Immortal Body, he now felt invincible, capable of pulverizing a boulder with a single punch!

"In truth, Strange Strength is a form of Chakra manipulation, concentrating it to unleash formidable power, enough to obliterate any Ninja Technique with just one punch!"

"Of course, to achieve that stature, akin to Senju Hashirama who could endure Sarutobi's Fire Escape with his mere body, one would need an advanced Immortal Body coupled with Shadow Level Chakra. I am still a long way off from that milestone."

Yang Ming contemplated the transformation within himself.

"Lost for words, huh? Looks like you're definitely hiding something!"

Mizushiro Tsubasa's sneer cut through the silence as a chilling intent to kill burst forth from him.

"An elite Journeyman Ninja!"

Yang Ming's heart clenched. His heightened senses now told him that this individual was indeed a Journeyman Ninja.

And not just any, but an elite shaped by the trials of life and death on the battlefield.

It was clear that those with battle experience were a different breed from those without.

Even though his Chakra reserves were not as vast, his combat experience was exceptionally rich.

"With my current level of experience, I fear there's a 70% chance I'd be defeated in combat with him, or worse, killed..."

"Given the circumstances..."

Yang Ming's thoughts led him to focus his Chakra, channeling his Strange Strength into a mighty punch directed at the ground beneath him!

"Boom!"

The earth within a thirty-meter radius of his body erupted, arching violently as a network of alarming fissures spread out from the epicenter.

"What the..."

Mizushiro Tsubasa's face registered pure astonishment as he gasped sharply, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Yang Ming, scarcely able to trust what he was seeing.

"This is... Innate Divine Power!"

The elder stepped closer, his own expression mirroring Tsubasa's shock.

He was in disbelief that such a forceful punch had been unleashed by Yang Ming's own hands!

"I can't quite explain it. I ended up here because I didn't pass the orphanage's test, and the ridicule from others left me feeling downcast. So, I distanced myself from them and found my way here. That's when I sensed an overwhelming surge of anger within me."

"As for this power, I'm at a loss too. All I know is that there seems to be an endless strength coursing through me. That's all there is to it."