Makoto threw on the fresh threads quick—ice-cold fabric hitting his skin finally killed that moonlit streakin' chill.
"Whew, now we're talkin'."
He smacked the new duds. Cheap material, but hey, covers the goods. Warmth? Pfft, who needs it.
Main Character Lightning physique is straight god-tier—yang energy cranked to eleven, balls to the wall.
Slippin' into the "bought" kicks, he crunched through thick snow—crunch-crunch echoin' far in the dead-ass quiet night.
Slowed his roll, eyes razor-sharp, sensin' every damn detail.
Fog-choked ground, freezer-burn air, weird plants, squat sturdy buildings way off in the haze.
"Land of Water… nailed it."
Never been, but back in Konoha grindin' culture class? He devoured books like Jiraiya's smut—er, research. Geography, customs, all that shit. Boring then, gold now. Locked his spot in seconds.
"Blood Mist era Kirigakure… random respawn drops me here? Actually perfect for my vibe right now."
Midnight solo hike in the boonies? Kinda dumb. Place is remote as fuck.
Clocked direction, headed toward faint lights way the hell out.
Long-ass trek, snow easing up—he spots steam risin' at a mountain base. Dim yellow lantern swingin' from a hot spring inn.
"Luck's holdin'."
He booked it over.
Curtain flips—thirty-something boss lady in thick kimono sweepin' snow. Hot face, stacked curves, that weathered-but-sexy mature glow.
Spots a guest—gorgeous kid with killer aura—in this chaos? Subtle surprise flickers.
But customer's king. Big smile: "Whoa, late-night straggler? Get in here, it's freezin' balls out there."
"Boss lady hustlin' hard this late? Props," Makoto shot back with a grin, slidin' up smooth, chattin' like old pals.
Moves fluid, tone warm, pokin' with just the right concern—probin'.
Past-life novel wisdom: spots like this? Usually black inns. Him? The bandit. Time to rob the robbers, stack paper.
She blinked at his slick vibe and real-ass smile. Warmer grin.
"Nah, little bro, just makin' a livin'."
"Come warm up—our springs melt the stress right off."
Led him in, stealin' extra glances.
Damn, pretty boy. Sweet talker. Street smart. Clothes don't match the swagger, though.
Few casual lines—not a black inn. Pulled cash from player stash, snagged a private open-air spring room, ordered a mountain of Water Country grub.
Bounced the chit-chat. Damn, no black-eat-black jackpot…
Sinkin' into perfect-temp water? Pure bliss sigh.
Hot spring nuked the last chill. Limbs unwound like overcooked noodles.
Snow flurries driftin' down, sizzlin' out in the steam. Black mountains far, white blanket close, deep sky and bright moon overhead.
Loungin' on smooth rock, smashin' food, soakin' the snow-night spa vibes.
Grub slaps, spring's cozy, view's fire.
But…
Kinda quiet.
Been spoiled in Kumo—Samui's cool-care precision, Mabui's warm, doting service. Every need handled.
Now? Solo in the void. Weird loneliness creepin'.
"Easy up, hard down…" Makoto popped a plump hot spring egg, mutterin'. "Day one solo and already missin' the soft life…"
He chuckled, shook it off. Priority: level up. Future lux comes later—don't flip the script.
Spa, scenery, now business.
Kumo run ended "dead," but? Massive W. Loot city.
Player Shop: Grabbed Main Character Makoto physique and Starter Hashirama Blood—potential skyrocketed, body aged up big. Ditched "lil' bean" look.
Full teen now. Strangers can't call him kid. In early-bloom ninja world? Legal adult vibes.
Soon? Little Makoto's battlefield ready.
Cleared that 10-mil high-interest loan for Art is a Big Star—emergency credit open again.
New buys jacked the limit higher.
Lightning secrets? All bagged.
Bonus: Forced two Mangekyou awakens. OG plot's derailed hard—future's lookin' spicy.
Risky? Sure. Results? Perfect exit.
"Time to digest the haul."
Spa'd out, stuffed, back to warm room.
Popped five shadow clones—perimeter watch.
Locked door, cross-legged. Mental ping—golden Naruto World Online panel only he sees. Player Inventory open.
Focused on Kumo scroll heist.
Poof—scrolls dump on the tatami.
"Good thing I stashed 'em. Else beggin' Itachi."
Labels scanned:
Hell Stab: One-Hand Pierce
Thunder Me Explosive Bomb
Heavy Flow Burst
Righteous Thunder Sinking Anger Axe
Thunder Abuse Level Thousand Dance
[…]
All Kumo crown jewels. Leak one? Ninja world bloodbath.
Worth the recon grind. Three-man squad couldn't have snatched otherwise.
Eyes locked on the oldest, fattest scroll.
Lightning Chakra Mode
Prime Kumo target. Twists? Yeah. But got it.
Deep breath, laser focus. Careful unroll, dive in.
Kumo's world-shakin' Lightning Chakra Mode—every Raikage's bread and butter. Aka Lightning Armor.
Per records: Second Raikage cooked it up, ninjutsu nerd.
Third peaked it—Kumo heirloom.
Third Raikage? Brawled rampaging Eight-Tails to standstills. Human body vs. second-strongest tailed beast.
Legend fight: dueled Eight-Tails till both dropped. Hacked off all eight tails.
"Strongest Spear" and "Strongest Shield" dude didn't die to a person—solo'd ten thousand Iwa nin. Three days straight. Died of exhaustion.
Cred? Maxed.
Fourth Raikage? Blends power, defense, speed—sits top-tier.
How-to: Hyper-fine control wild lightning chakra, coat body even—tangible amp armor.
Boosts meat: strength, cell activity, defense, speed, reflexes—360, no gaps.
Daily training? Hammers body with lightning. Attack, defense, speed, body-forge. Potential? Bottomless.
Learning curve? Brutal. OG timeline Fifth Raikage Darui couldn't hack it—chakra shortage.
Entry bar sky-high. B-rank? Bullshit.
Current perfect users in Kumo: Fourth Raikage only.
"Fuckin' jackpot…"
Finished read-through. Makoto smirked, eyes blazin' hot.