Not long after, a notification from the system rang out: "System upgrade complete." Sora immediately regained full mobility.
"Open system panel!"
Without delay, Sora pulled up his status window to check his new stats.
[Host: Sora]
[Physical Level: Jōnin]
[Strength: Mid-Kage Level]
[Constitution: Primordial Unity Body LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. At max level, capable of annihilating the heavens with a single glance.
[Skills: All Techniques from the Heart LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. Allows seamless release of all fused ninjutsu without hand seals.
[Eight Trigrams of Heaven and Earth LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. Allows seamless use of all sealing techniques.
[Creation Seal LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. Can heal all damage. Effect increases with level.
[One Slash, Two Halves LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. A single slash that can split mountains and skies. Effect increases with level.
[Ancient God's Martial Arts LV1 (0/100)]
Note: Total of 10 levels. Contains countless close-combat techniques. Effect increases with level.
It was clear at a glance—his previously thousands of ninjutsu had been fused into five comprehensive techniques, each representing ninjutsu, sealing, healing, kenjutsu, and taijutsu.
Although everything had been fused, Sora could still use his previous techniques freely.
And as these five techniques leveled up, the power of all the original jutsu would be significantly boosted.
After communicating with the system, Sora learned that in order to level up these new abilities, he had to continuously integrate new jutsu—this also applied to his new constitution.
The special physique, Primordial Unity Body, allowed him to absorb and fuse anything from the world.
"The system really put some thought into this!"
Looking at the revamped system panel, Sora understood that all these techniques and his new body had been designed so he could better absorb future card drops.
Feeling the immense power within, Sora was itching for a fight to test his strength.
But before he could act, an overwhelming hunger hit him like a tidal wave, nearly making him cry out.
Without caring about anything else, he bolted out of the room and dashed to the nearest restaurant.
"All the dishes—bring me another round!"
Pointing at the towering pile of empty plates next to him, Sora mumbled through puffed cheeks.
By now, no one else in the restaurant was eating. Everyone stared at him in shock.
The owner smiled wryly and said, "The chef's already collapsed. He can't even stand. What should we do?"
Smack! A thick wad of money landed on the table. Sora muttered, "Hire someone, borrow someone, I don't care—just get me food!"
"R-right away!" As if terrified that Sora might change his mind, the owner scooped up the money and bolted out of the restaurant.
...
After a ferocious feast that exhausted five chefs, Sora was finally full.
As he ate, his body gradually returned to its prime—until he regained his perfect physique.
He was about to leave, but the drizzle outside made him change his mind.
As long as he was under the rain, no one—except perhaps Black Zetsu—could escape Nagato's Rain Tiger at Will Technique. And Sora was no exception.
If he tried to leave now, he wasn't yet strong enough to defeat Nagato. And if Konan joined in, he'd get completely stomped.
With no other choice, Sora returned to Konan's room.
A month passed in a flash. By now, he and Konan had grown close—even meeting Nagato's real body twice.
He had to admit, both of them treated him well, genuinely teaching him ninjutsu and guiding him.
This left Sora conflicted. Originally, he had planned to kill them someday to farm card drops, but now he found himself emotionally attached.
But that was something to worry about later. For now, he had to return to Konoha—Kushina was due soon.
After much pestering, and after showing off his Chūnin-level strength, Konan finally agreed to give him time off.
"Take these explosive tags. Don't hold back—I've got plenty!"
Tossing him a storage scroll, Konan's face was full of concern.
Opening it up, Sora's jaw dropped in disbelief.
O-one million explosive tags?
After seeing him off at the border, Konan spread her wings and took off to hunt the rogue ninja Kakuzu.
The Akatsuki's plan to recruit rogue ninja had officially begun. Since both she and Nagato would be leaving the Land of Rain, it was a good time for Sora to be elsewhere.
Once he was far enough from the border, Sora activated All Techniques from the Heart—and with a whoosh, he shot forward at incredible speed.
"Holy crap, just level one and it already doubled my flight speed!"
Feeling the wind roar past him, a wave of exhilaration surged in his chest.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
Boom!
A fireball the size of a car tire slammed into the ground, its explosion as powerful as a C-rank jutsu.
"Other people's fireballs are basketball-sized. Mine's the size of a tire—definitely twice as powerful. Looks like all my jutsu got this kind of boost."
Staring at the scorched crater, Sora began estimating the power of his other abilities.
Whoosh!
Just then, a shuriken shot toward him, aimed at his legs.
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!"
With a flick of his hand, a curtain of water formed beneath him, blocking the shuriken.
Thanks to All Techniques from the Heart, he could now instantly cast ninjutsu and even manipulate them freely.
"Hey, kid—have you seen this person?"
The attacker appeared not far away, holding up a wanted poster.
Sora squinted. It was his own bounty poster. The man just didn't recognize him.
"Seriously? You attack someone before asking a question? Classic bounty post behavior." Sora internally rolled his eyes as he slowly descended.
Someone finally came to him—he wasn't about to let this one go.
"Chidori!"
The moment he hit the ground, his body shot forward. With a flash of lightning, he appeared behind the man in an instant.
"Damn, I missed slightly." Flicking blood from his hand, Sora sighed with regret.
Chidori was already fast—now, it was twice as fast. He misjudged the angle and didn't land a clean hit.
A second later, the man's left arm hit the ground.
Though it was a glancing blow, it still severed his arm.
"How is this possible? How can you be so strong?!"
Clutching the stump, the man screamed in horror. His face twisted in terror.
He had assumed this was just some kid who could fly. He planned to kill him after asking a few questions.
But in a single strike, this kid had cut off his arm—and he hadn't even seen it coming.
"I-I was wrong! Please, spare me!"
With one arm, he couldn't form hand seals. At least, not him. So he dropped to his knees and begged for his life.
But the moment he lowered his head, his eyes gleamed with malice.
Shaking his head, Sora asked with interest, "Weren't you looking for me? Now you're begging?"
This guy was a big catch—an elite-level enemy. Even if the card drop wasn't special, his death would deal a serious blow to the bounty post.
That alone meant Sora couldn't let him live.
The next second, his sword pierced straight through the man's chest.
"Y-you're... Sora...?"
Even as he died, the man couldn't understand what had happened.
"Villains die because they talk too much. I won't give you that chance."
With those final words, Sora picked up the red card from the ground and casually walked away.
On a nearby hill, a red-haired woman watched in fear and awe. His power had shaken her to the core.
"He came from the Land of Rain... I'll head there too."
Rubbing her pregnant belly, the woman slowly made her way toward the Land of Rain.