Grind is My Ninja Way

Closing the panel, Seimei shut his eyes again, raised his hand, and performed the Palm of the Immortal Technique, beginning to strengthen his body. 

Next, he intended to test how long it would take for his body to reach the critical point of its next transformation under the enhancement of his perfected Palm of the Immortal Technique. 

As for the "spiritual" attribute, he already had an estimate. 

Based on previous experience, once his Sharingan evolution reached the third stage—surpassing 20,000/50,000—it should feed back into his spirit, fostering its growth. 

This timeline could be calculated. 

Currently, his Sharingan evolution stood at 18,448/50,000, and practicing the Mind Reflection Technique daily granted 96 points of evolution. 

Thus, in just over 16 days, he would surpass 20,000/50,000. 

At that time, his "spiritual" attribute would increase. 

As for the "constitution" attribute, he needed to retest it. 

As the foundation of his strength, Seimei felt it necessary to keep track of the growth progress of both the "spiritual" and "constitution" attributes. 

With this thought, he composed himself and began to cultivate silently. 

Time passed, second by second. 

Under the night sky, Seimei sat cross-legged, repeatedly performing the Palm of the Immortal Technique, concentrating Yang Release chakra, and strengthening the cells throughout his body. 

Occasionally, when something felt off, he would activate his Mangekyō Sharingan and use the power of his right eye's Dominion of Humanity to guide his body's evolution. 

Thus, cycle after cycle continued. 

Crackle— 

No one knew how much time had passed, but when the campfire before Seimei was nearly extinguished, he finally stopped his cultivation. 

Focusing, Seimei carefully sensed the changes in his body. 

After a long time, he opened his eyes. 

A glimmer of light flashed in his pupils, and a faint smile appeared on his face. 

It was simple—his estimates suggested that his body would reach its next critical point of transformation in about two months. 

It seemed to be roughly the same as last time. 

But let's not forget—enhancing physical attributes grows increasingly difficult. 

In other words, the required time should have exceeded two months, but because his Palm of the Immortal Technique had been perfected, strengthening his body more effectively, the time was reduced. 

For this, Seimei was deeply satisfied. 

He stood, extinguished the campfire, and prepared to leave. 

Just then, something crossed his mind. He reached into his ninja pouch, retrieved a kunai, rolled up his sleeve, and made a sharp cut on his arm. 

Screech! 

Blood gushed out as a long wound appeared on his left arm. 

Seimei gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without healing it, simply watching silently. 

He could clearly feel his chakra gathering at the wound, rejuvenating the damaged flesh, accelerating its regeneration. 

One second, two seconds… 

One minute, two minutes… 

Soon, three minutes passed. 

Seimei wiped the scab away, revealing tender new skin beneath. 

At this moment, he couldn't hide his joy. 

"Excellent! Truly excellent!" Seimei muttered as he examined his fully healed arm. 

When his "constitution" attribute rose from 17 to 18, he conducted a similar test. At that time, it took about five minutes for his arm to heal completely. 

Now, after surpassing 19 and reaching 20, it only took around three minutes—a near 40% improvement in speed. 

How could this not thrill Seimei? 

And this was merely at 20 points in "constitution." What would it be like at 25, 30, 50, or even 100? 

The idea was almost unimaginable. 

By then, even Hashirama Senju might not dare to claim superior regenerative abilities before him! 

However, reaching such a level was no easy feat—it required continuous effort. 

With that thought, Seimei quickly cleaned the bloodstains, performed Wind Release: Wings of Wind, and flew back to the Black Stone base. 

The night passed uneventfully. 

The next morning. 

After breakfast, Seimei planned to train outside as usual. 

But just then, a Chūnin messenger called out, informing him that Sano Nobuhisa had summoned him for a meeting. 

Frowning slightly, Seimei hesitated. 

Frankly, he had no desire to attend. 

To him, such meetings were a complete waste of time. The Mist Ninja hadn't attacked, and the discussions were usually over trivial matters, unworthy of his energy. 

However, recalling the base's rules and Sano Nobuhisa's leniency in allowing him to use shadow clones for missions recently, Seimei decided to give him this courtesy. 

After all, the meeting wouldn't take long, and he could compensate by assigning more shadow clones for training. 

With that, Seimei headed to the conference room. 

Arriving early, he greeted a few colleagues before sitting down to continue practicing his Palm of the Immortal Technique. 

The others were used to his habits and didn't disturb him. 

Time passed. 

About 30 minutes later… 

Sano Nobuhisa entered the room. 

Seimei opened his eyes, immediately noticing the barely concealed smile on his commander's face. 

Clearly, there was good news. 

Indeed, after a brief introduction, Sano announced, "Just yesterday, the village and Iwagakure held their first round of negotiations." 

"What?" 

"How did it go?" 

"Will there be a ceasefire?" 

The room erupted in chatter, with voices of surprise, curiosity, and concern. 

Sano coughed lightly, silencing the room. He continued, "I hear the talks went fairly well. The second round is set for five days from now. If everything goes smoothly, the ceasefire agreement could be signed as early as mid-month or by the end of the month at the latest." 

Hearing this, everyone smiled. 

Apart from a few hardliners, no one truly enjoyed war. Nearly three years of conflict had worn everyone's patience thin. This sentiment prevailed in both Konoha and Iwagakure, creating the foundation for these negotiations. 

The others might not realize it, but Seimei knew the talks would likely succeed. While there would be some turbulence when signing the final peace agreement, a ceasefire was inevitable. 

When that happened, Konoha could fully turn its attention to other fronts, eventually pushing back Kirigakure, and bringing the war to an end. 

It was this understanding that made everyone in the room so elated. 

Still… 

"Will Kirigakure be willing to relinquish their gains so easily?" Seimei thought skeptically. 

Even so, he wasn't overly concerned. 

Another battle or two wouldn't faze him. 

So, a faint smile appeared on his face. 

After addressing some questions and clarifying doubts, Sano Nobuhisa assigned the day's tasks and ended the meeting. 

Exiting the room, Seimei paused briefly before flying off from the base to resume his training. 

For him, diplomacy and negotiations were secondary—his focus remained solely on strengthening himself. 

Seimei firmly believed that strength was the ultimate truth.