Entering the ninja world, I became a "low-end" genin who had just graduated from the ninja school and did not know how to do ninjutsu - and the one who was least favored in the taijutsu class.
While others rely on seals to release ninjutsu, I rely on a mouthful of heaven and earth to refine the body; while others rely on chakra bursts, I will directly dismantle your spells and seal your meridians. Sharingan? It's just a crack in the mind. Eight Gates Dunjia? A low-level life-burning technique, I can make it not burn life.
When everyone thought I would only get beaten, Hinata's meridians were lit up at my fingertips, Tenten's ninja tools were refined into "immortal weapons" by me, and Tsunade's old injuries were healed with a wave of my hand... The rules of the ninja world began to be rewritten from then on.
Until the "ancestor of Chakra" arrived and everyone was in despair, I yawned:
"A mere Nascent Soul level, is he worthy of being called a god?"
