eurekapd Chapter 603 Firm
Chapter 603 Firm
Zhang Hai looked at Bai Ya with unwavering determination, his tone brimming with confidence. "Teacher, don't worry! I will be very careful and will definitely not let you down!"
Bai Ya nodded, a relieved smile on his face. His figure began to blur, as if he might vanish at any moment. "Zhang Hai, remember, I will record every single one of your achievements." His voice faded into the distance, and then Bai Ya's figure transformed into fluttering leaves, disappearing into the night and vanishing completely from the stronghold, leaving only Zhang Hai alone, silently processing this unusual master-disciple conversation under the faint starlight.
After White Fang's figure completely disappeared into the night, Zhang Hai took a deep breath. The green medical chakra on his shoulder was still active, and his wound was healing at an astonishing speed. He could feel the power surging within his body, and the untapped potential hidden in those eyes. White Fang's words were etched into his heart like a brand, giving him a completely new understanding of "power." He no longer resisted the Sharingan, but began to think about how to truly control it and make it a part of himself.
For the next three months, Zhang Hai was like a tireless Grim Reaper, traversing every corner of the battlefield. Following the enemy strongholds and supply lines marked on the map, he single-handedly threw himself into the endless fighting. It was a war of attrition, a constant struggle to hone his skills and resolve; every battle refined his will and expertise. Wherever he went, he left behind countless enemy corpses, as if he were the sharpest scythe in the Grim Reaper's hand, reaping lives.
Injuries became commonplace during this period. Knife wounds, blast wounds, chakra burns—each new scar recorded a moment he brushed shoulders with death. He no longer cautiously avoided injury as he used to, but instead chose to unleash his power in desperate situations, using pain to stimulate the development of his body and potential. The most dangerous time was when he was surrounded by enemies, and an elite Jonin's blade pierced him like a venomous snake, nearly piercing his heart. At that moment, he could even feel the cold killing intent of the blade's tip touching his skin; the shadow of death loomed over him.
However, it was that perilous situation that fully unleashed the potential of Zhang Hai's Sharingan. In that critical moment, the world before him suddenly became incredibly clear; every subtle movement of the enemy, the flow of chakra, even the faint killing intent in the air, appeared before him in slow motion. He instinctively twisted his body, avoiding a fatal blow to his heart, but the blade still grazed his ribs, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound. Despite successfully avoiding the danger, this serious injury came at a price—he had to find a secluded cave and recuperate for a full half-month before recovering.
During his two-week recovery period, Zhang Hai began to study the Sharingan in depth. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt the power surging within them. When he opened his eyes again, his three-tomoe Sharingan shone brightly, radiating a captivating light. He marveled at the truth of White Fang's words; the Sharingan's power was indeed beyond imagination. No wonder the Uchiha clan was so renowned in the ninja world, holding the title of "Konoha's Strongest Clan."
Through the Sharingan, Zhang Hai felt as if he had opened the door to a new world. He discovered that he could now instantly cast genjutsu, and even the simplest genjutsu could disrupt the enemy's actions in battle, creating valuable opportunities for himself. What surprised him even more was the Sharingan's extreme perception. He could clearly see the flow of chakra within an enemy's body and even predict their next move, as if the enemy's thoughts were transparent to him. This meant that in one-on-one combat, he was virtually invincible.
"If I were to face Huang Tu of Iwagakure again..." Zhang Hai's lips curled into a confident smile, "I am now confident that I can kill him." He recalled his last battle with Huang Tu. Although he had launched a surprise counterattack using medical ninjutsu, it was more of a narrow escape. Now, with a deeper level of Sharingan, he was fully confident that he could defeat such a powerful enemy head-on.
Through three months of continuous practical experience, Zhang Hai's combat skills and awareness reached a new level, achieving a qualitative leap. He deeply realized that training and actual combat are completely different concepts. On the training field, you can anticipate the type of enemy, study their moves, and even simulate their actions; but in real combat, you cannot predict the enemy's strength, know their abilities, or even know what they will do next. Every battle is a brand new challenge, full of unknowns and variables.
But with each battle, Zhang Hai's combat awareness became increasingly acute. He could move with the ease of a fish in water on the bloody battlefield. Danger was no longer an unpredictable ambush in his eyes, but a subtle fluctuation that he could sense. In life-or-death situations, he could make the most correct and swift choices based on instinct and experience, turning danger into safety time and time again, and even defeat into victory. He was no longer a swordsman who relied solely on his swordsmanship, but a true, all-around ninja.
As dusk fell, Zhang Hai arrived at another enemy stronghold. It was a small outpost nestled deep in the mountains, responsible for monitoring the surrounding area. He infiltrated the vicinity of the stronghold like a ghost, then formed hand seals and cast the "Spirit Transformation Technique." His soul detached from his body, transparently traversing the stronghold like an invisible phantom, precisely determining the number of people inside, their patrol routes, and the strength of their chakra. Everything was under control. He prepared to dispel the Spirit Transformation Technique and launch a swift surprise attack to eliminate the enemy in one fell swoop.
Just then, a clear eagle's cry suddenly came from the sky above.
Zhang Hai's gaze sharpened abruptly. He quickly looked up and gazed into the distance. In the twilight, a lithe eagle circled high in the sky, a scroll bearing a special mark clearly attached to its talons. That mark was an emergency recall talisman belonging exclusively to White Fang, usable only by him.
Seeing that familiar mark, Zhang Hai immediately understood. It was Bai Ya calling him back, meaning the battle situation might have changed, requiring his return to the main battlefield. His heart skipped a beat. Although the stronghold before him was within easy reach, he didn't hesitate. His trust in Bai Ya and his obedience to his orders were deeply ingrained in his very being.