19 Demon's Ascendance

After the fierce clash with Kurama, Hanma Yujiro found himself in search of a secluded cave where he could tend to his injuries in solitude. While his imposing exterior didn't betray the extent of his wounds, internally, his body bore the toll of his recent battle.

The spar with Kurama had been an intense spar, one that had pushed Yujiro to the limits of his abilities. He had dared to experiment with a new jutsu, the Hiden: Hanma Style: Demonic Incarnation, Diabolic Embodiment: Ningen.

This technique was an audacious attempt to infuse his demon apparition into his own body, a feat that backfired in the heat of battle.

As he stumbled upon a cave concealed within the rugged terrain, Yujiro knew he needed to tend to his injuries promptly. His imposing figure, crimson chakra still faintly glowing, was a stark contrast to the serene surroundings.

Inside the cave, Yujiro set about preparing a meal, his predatory instincts guiding him to the large deer he had hunted earlier. He gathered wood for a fire and expertly lit it with a single burst of chakra-infused flame, showing to his mastery over simple chakra manipulation to produce fire.

The scent of roasting meat filled the cave as the fire crackled and danced. Yujiro's injuries were significant, but he remained unfazed, focused on the task at hand.

He had been through countless battles and emerged victorious, always pushing the limits of his physical and chakra abilities. This time was no different.

In his previous world, he had earned a fearsome reputation as the most dangerous being on the planet. He had mastered nearly every martial art known to humankind, including closely guarded techniques passed down through noble bloodlines.

From this vast well of knowledge, Yujiro had crafted his own unique training regimen, one that pushed the boundaries of human capability.

Yujiro's training regimen was a finely tuned symphony of discipline and dedication, rooted in the profound principles of relentless exertion and forced genetic evolution. Each element of his post-fight ritual was meticulously designed to push his physical and mental limits to the extreme.

Following a brutal battle that had left his body battered and bruised, Yujiro embarked on this grueling routine. His first step was to subject every muscle in his body to an even greater degree of stress, pushing them even though he was injured.

This was not just a test of strength; it was a testament to his exceptional physical and mental resilience, setting him apart from the rest. By pushing his muscles to their limits, he aimed to unearth his still untapped potential.

With each repetition of his exercises, Yujiro broke through the perceived limitations of his own body. He moved with impeccable precision, a blend of motion and power that showcased his unwavering dedication.

As sweat poured from his brow and his muscles cried out in agony, Yujiro remained unyielding. His unique physiology, characterized by robust innate systems and hormones, allowed him to sustain this grueling cycle of muscle destruction and growth.

It was a regime that defied the conventional boundaries of human physiology.

Within the confines of the cave, Yujiro transformed it into a crucible of relentless effort and unwavering determination. The very walls of the cave bore witness to his unyielding spirit, a spirit that refused to be constrained by the limitations of mortality.

Yujiro's training was a testament to his ceaseless pursuit of perfection, a pursuit that he vowed to continue as long as breath flowed through his body.

Hours passed, and the fire in the cave dimmed, casting flickering shadows upon the walls. Yujiro's muscles, once strained to their limits, had undergone a transformation.

They were now even more formidable, more powerful than before.

Having achieved what he sought, Yujiro paused to catch his breath. His imposing form, bathed in the crimson chakra that defined him, exuded an aura of indomitable strength.

His muscularity is nothing short of extraordinary, with bulging muscles that seem to defy the laws of anatomy.

His shoulders are broad, and his chest is massive, giving him an imposing presence. His arms are thickly veined and rippled with muscle, showcasing tremendous strength.

Yujiro's abdominal muscles are sculpted into a formidable six-pack, further emphasizing his physical prowess. His legs are also powerfully developed, with thick thighs and calves that suggest incredible lower body strength.

The muscles on Yujiro's back are massive and sculpted with remarkable definition. They form a complex network of sinew and power that seems to ripple beneath his skin. When he flexes or moves, these muscles shift and contort in a way that resembles a fierce and fearsome visage.

It was a physique borne from countless battles and an unshakable will.

In the aftermath of his rigorous training, Yujiro consumed a carefully curated blend of meats and herbs.

These provided his body with the essential minerals and vitamins required to support his rapid muscle growth and recovery.

With the remnants of his meal cleared away and his muscles still humming with the aftereffects of his rigorous training, Hanma Yujiro turned his attention to a new objective—an endeavor that would further push the boundaries of his capabilities.

This time, he aimed to integrate chakra into his self-made training regimen, seeking to enhance its already formidable efficacy.

Seated cross-legged within the dimly lit cave, Yujiro's formidable presence filled the confined space. His crimson chakra, still faintly emanating from his earlier exertions, lent an otherworldly aura to the scene.

He knew that mastering chakra manipulation could offer him untold power, and he was determined to harness it to its fullest extent.

His mind began to wander, retracing the conversations and experiences he had accumulated during his encounters with formidable opponents like Iroh, Hashirama, Madara, and even Kurama.

The wisdom of Iroh, a master in the art of balance, echoed in Yujiro's mind like a soothing melody. The elderly sage had shared profound insights about the delicate equilibrium between the physical and spiritual aspects of existence.

His words emphasized the significance of inner peace and serenity. As Yujiro grappled with these teachings, he found himself questioning how he could incorporate them into his already grueling training regimen.

Hashirama's extraordinary bloodline abilities stirred contemplation within Yujiro. His recent encounters and conversations had revealed that it wasn't the Mokuton itself that made Hashirama a formidable force.

Instead, it was Hashirama's unique talent and innovative approach that had elevated Wood Release to unparalleled heights. This revelation led Yujiro to ponder the true source of his own strength and the untapped potential that might lie within his lineage.

Madara's unparalleled combat prowess, particularly his mastery of the Sharingan and Mangekyo Sharingan, left an indelible mark on Yujiro's thoughts. He marveled at the Uchiha's impeccable chakra control and the sheer visual prowess of his Dojutsu.

The capabilities granted by these eyes were staggering, extending beyond mere improvements in reaction speed to encompass mastery over Genjutsu and the intriguing concept of a built-in chakra dharma construct. The intricacies of these abilities fascinated Yujiro, prompting him to delve deeper into the possibilities that his own unique heritage might offer.

The memory of his recent clash with Kurama, the formidable tailed beast, lingered in Yujiro's thoughts. Kurama's mastery over colossal chakra reserves had left a profound impression.

The tailed beast's ability to enhance itself with chakra, seemingly without limit, was awe-inspiring. Yujiro couldn't help but contemplate the sheer magnitude of chakra that coursed within him, recognizing it as a wellspring of untapped potential waiting to be harnessed.

As he mulled over these diverse sources of inspiration and insight, Yujiro couldn't help but feel that he stood at the threshold of creating his new training regime. The path to unlocking his full potential stretched out before him, paved with the wisdom of masters, the secrets behind his lineage, and the boundless reservoir of chakra within his body.

With these thoughts and experiences swirling in his mind, Yujiro began to experiment. He closed his eyes and focused his chakra, attempting to bring it into harmony with his physical training.

The process was far from straightforward, and the initial attempts yielded mixed results.

Hours turned into days, and Yujiro persisted. He experimented with chakra flows, testing different techniques and forms of manipulation.

He sought to bridge the gap between his brutal physical training and the mystical world of chakra.

At times, his frustration grew palpable. The integration of chakra into his regimen was a complex endeavor, one that challenged even his indomitable will.

Yet, every setback only fueled his determination to succeed.

As the days stretched into weeks, Yujiro's progress became evident. His crimson chakra began to flow smoother than before, enhancing the precision of his movements and the power behind his strikes.

It was as if the very essence of his chakra had become an extension of his formidable physical prowess.

One evening, as he practiced his techniques, Yujiro felt a surge of exhilaration. He had unlocked a new level of control, a seamless fusion of his body's incredible strength and the boundless potential of his crimson chakra.

The result was a martial artistry training regime unlike any other! The newfound training regime, seamlessly blending chakra mastery with raw physical power exertions was named Demon's Ascendance.

He was quite miffed about naming his training regime but it seems in this world, the need to name all of his moves was apparent to achieve the full effect.

'Such a dumb and embarrassing world's law. Sigh, I can't complain, it's not that I can do anything about it.'

As he sat there, surrounded by the remnants of his meal and the fading embers of the fire, Yujiro contemplated the journey that lay ahead. He knew that his pursuit of power was unending, that there would always be greater challenges and more formidable adversaries to overcome.

With a final, satisfied grin, Hanma Yujiro rose from his makeshift training ground within the cave. He began his trip to the Land of Whirlpool once more.

...

As the days passed by, it became evident that the path ahead offered no notable challenges or worthy opponents. The absence of excitement began to wear on Yujiro, a man who thrived on the thrill of combat.

He longed for the rush of battle, the clash of fists and the taste of victory. Boredom gnawed at him, a sensation that was not foreign to the indomitable warrior as he already went through this in his old world.

As he continued his solitary journey, the unending landscape before him remained devoid of any notable encounters. The world seemed to have conspired against him, robbing him of the opportunity to face formidable foes.

He sighed audibly, his frustration echoing through the quiet forest. The decision to smoke some of Yuko's potent herbs was a momentary distraction, a small attempt to fill the void left by the absence of battle. 

To alleviate the monotony, Yujiro occasionally indulged in the strong herbs provided by Yuko. While these substances had minimal effects on his robust physique, the act of smoking provided a temporary respite from the relentless march of time.

With his long, bulky pipe in hand, he would puff away, exhaling plumes of fragrant smoke that seemed to mirror the cloud of boredom that hung over him.

Yet, the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into days, and still, no worthy adversary crossed his path. The thrill of combat remained tantalizingly out of reach, leaving Yujiro to grumble and mutter curses under his breath.

His body ached for a challenge, and he was not accustomed to being denied.

On one particularly uneventful day, as the sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest floor, Yujiro spotted something in the distance—a caravan of merchants, their wagons laden with goods, trudging along the same path he was on.

A sly grin crept onto his face, the prospect of interaction with the caravan piquing his interest. It had been some time since he had indulged in some good booze, and the caravan might just provide the opportunity he sought.

With his imposing figure and unmistakable aura of strength, he approached the travelers with the confidence of a predator among prey.

The merchants, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of this formidable stranger, exchanged nervous glances. Yujiro's arrival did not go unnoticed, and the caravan's leader, a portly man with a walrus-like mustache, stepped forward cautiously.

He cleared his throat and addressed Yujiro with trepidation.

"Greetings, traveler. What brings you to our humble caravan?"