"So that's it? That was easy."
Gojo Yoru stared at the kunai in his hand, completely stunned.
On the kunai's grip was a silicone protective sleeve, and on it was a tomato pattern.
In the center of that tomato was the Japanese character 夜 ("Yoru").
That was Gojo Yoru's Flying Thunder God formula.
Even though he'd known his space–time bloodline would definitely let him learn Flying Thunder God, he still never imagined that training it with space–time chakra would be even easier than learning the Three Basic Techniques.
After only three attempts, Yoru successfully condensed the Flying Thunder God formula and mastered Flying Thunder God.
To everyone else, space–time chakra still couldn't be seen or sensed.
And if Yoru created shadow clones, his clones would be the same.
But Yoru's real body could clearly sense that the formula on the Flying Thunder God kunai carried a special energy fluctuation.
If that fluctuation were made visible, it would absolutely be a dark color.
This formula contained not a trace of ordinary chakra—it was formed entirely from Yoru's space–time chakra.
Whoosh—
He casually threw the Flying Thunder God kunai out.
But there was no sound of metal biting into a wall.
Because Yoru's body had already vanished from the bed without warning—snatching the flying kunai back into his hand.
That wasn't Body Flicker.
That was true instantaneous movement—actual spatial displacement.
Yet after achieving teleportation for the first time, Yoru didn't erupt in wild joy, nor did he marvel at Flying Thunder God's power.
He fell into thought instead, savoring the sensation from a moment ago.
Just now, Yoru had only mobilized the space–time chakra inside him and triggered the formula on the kunai. It felt as if he'd turned into a magnet, instantly snapping to the kunai as if they were opposite poles.
The only difference was that Yoru flew to the kunai—not the kunai to him, and not a two-way pull.
"Flying Thunder God formulas are basically space–time anchors. As long as I spend a certain amount of space–time chakra, I can use the connection and instantly transfer there."
"And the anchor itself is, in essence, space–time chakra sealed so it doesn't dissipate. If I want to move through space without relying on Flying Thunder God, I need one condition… my space–time chakra has to fully leave my body, merge into nature, interfere with external space, so I can sense space–time and create anchors at a distance."
"But that would take a huge amount to even test—damn it, it's still the stamina problem."
Yoru pinched the bridge of his nose. He finally had a clue for developing true teleportation, yet he still felt powerless.
But looking at the Flying Thunder God kunai in his hand, that lingering frustration vanished instantly.
Quantity becomes quality. Once his space–time chakra capacity rose, short-range spatial displacement would come sooner or later.
Right now, the real priority was long-range teleportation—that was what could save his life.
His intangibility and Dimensional Slash were already higher-dimensional versions of the strongest shield and spear—more than enough for fighting.
Flying Thunder God was mainly for catching enemies off guard, marking them so they couldn't escape, and retreating when his space–time chakra ran dry.
"Wait…"
Suddenly, Yoru seemed to remember something crucial, and his expression changed.
He immediately pulled out his ninja tool pouch and began carving Flying Thunder God formulas onto kunai—without even bothering to put silicone sleeves on first.
As one Flying Thunder God formula after another formed on the kunai, Yoru's genin-level space–time chakra reserves dropped rapidly.
After consuming half his space–time chakra, Yoru finally stopped. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began refining chakra.
A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and grinned.
"Success. My hypothesis was right!"
In just a few minutes, Yoru recovered a portion of space–time chakra—far more than what it cost to trigger Flying Thunder God.
And today, aside from forming those formulas, the only time he had spent space–time chakra was when he triggered Flying Thunder God.
He'd recovered more than he used.
What did that mean?
It meant the space–time chakra inside the Flying Thunder God formula was being treated as "already consumed energy."
And Flying Thunder God formulas were the product of sealing arts fused with space–time chakra.
Seals could break the internal bottleneck.
So using the Strength of a Hundred Seal to store space–time chakra—breaking the capacity limit—was absolutely feasible.
And at the same time…
Yoru pressed one hand to his forehead and the other to his chest, murmuring, "Today… really is three joys at once."
…
"Yoru, get up. The sun's about to roast your butt."
Maybe because he'd been wandering outside for almost a month, or maybe because he'd been too excited last night, Yoru slept in hard the next morning.
It wasn't until a familiar brute force shook his consciousness out of sleep that he woke.
Opening his eyes, in his blurry vision he vaguely saw a wobbling tomato.
No—wait.
In his wobbling vision, there was a huge tomato.
As his sight sharpened, Yoru saw Kushina—her red hair tied up, a white apron tied around her waist. Yoru's mouth curved into a grin. He opened his arms and pulled the girl into a tight hug.
"Tomato-na… long time no see!"
His voice was full of joy, and threaded with a hint of longing.
Kushina—who had stiffened with a sudden breathless heat—softened instantly.
She hugged him back, her tone carrying a touch of heartache. "You worked hard, Yoru."
"Haha… hard my ass. I've been living the good life out there."
Yoru jumped out of bed and, using his overwhelming height advantage, lifted Kushina up like a child, laughing loudly. "From now on, we don't have to fear anyone anymore. I finally have the power to protect you, Tomato-na!"
Looking at Yoru—laughing so freely, even sounding a little rough—Kushina was about to struggle…
But that last sentence hit her straight in the heart.
She looked at him with eyes full of softness.
After spinning her around a few times in the air, Yoru set her down, immediately grabbed a kunai, and pressed it into her hand.
"Tomato-na, from now on, wherever you go, you carry this kunai with you. As long as it's on you, no matter what danger you run into, I'll appear at your side immediately."
Kushina instinctively examined the Flying Thunder God kunai in her hand.
When she saw the pattern and the character on the grip, her heart trembled. Her eyes filled with mist before she could stop it.
"Yeah!"
Even though she didn't know what special power the kunai held, she still nodded hard at Yoru and smiled brightly.
"Stinky-mouth Yoru… I'll treasure this gift properly!"
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