Ogre's Frustration Solved

A week had passed since Yujiro, along with his companions and a portion of Yuko's Emporium staff, settled into the newly constructed Hanma Clan compound within the Land of Whirlpool.

The bustling energy of the compound had shifted to a more settled rhythm as everyone found their places.

Yuko's Emporium workers and bodyguards had made themselves comfortable in an apartment building designated for Yuko's business associates.

The Hanma Clan, in their relationship with Yuko's Emporium, offered discounted rent rates to these trusted employees, ensuring that their stay in the Land of Whirlpool was both accommodating and affordable.

The apartments provided a sense of community among the workers, and they appreciated the Hanma Clan's hospitality.

Meanwhile, Yuko's personal servants resided in a quaint but well-maintained servants' quarters located just beside the grand main mansion of the Hanma Clan compound.

The quarters were spacious and comfortable, a reflection of the prestige of their mistress. Each personal servant had their private suite, equipped with all the necessary amenities.

The main mansion, Yujiro and his women, Raikou, Yuko, and Orihime, had their own opulent suites.

The interior of their residence was a showcase of lavish design, combining traditional and modern elements with artistic flourishes.

The accommodation was spacious, ensuring that each of them had their own space for rest and relaxation. Although, most of the time, they just slept together in one big bed. 

Whereas in the bustling streets of Uzushiogakure, a vibrant spectacle had unfolded. Yuko's Emporium had made its grand debut in this coastal haven, much to the delight of the locals.

The Emporium, an epitome of Yuko's relentless determination, was no ordinary establishment. It was the fruit of her labor, her ambitions, and her life long works.

Despite her late-stage pregnancy, Yuko was determined to oversee the opening personally.

Clad in a rich, crimson kimono that billowed gracefully around her, she wove her way through the crowds that had gathered for this auspicious occasion.

Her round belly was unmistakable, and yet, it was no hindrance to her impeccable poise and grace.

Years ago, her journey had commenced humbly. She had ventured into the world of rare herbs, a pursuit of passion that she had transformed into a profitable enterprise.

The beginnings were arduous, her workforce limited, but she persevered.

The rare herbs, known only to a select few, were highly sought after by nobles and elite. So, she realized she can catered to their desires and they support her with zeal and unwavering devotion.

As the years passed, the Emporium expanded, step by step, until its reputation soared to new heights.

It was her wisdom that led her to relocate to Konohagakure, where her trade found even greater prosperity. She had foreseen the unparalleled potential in setting up shop in the first Hidden Village.

Then, one fateful night, their paths had crossed. Her meeting with Yujiro, the Ogre, had been unexpected and the impacts were massive, perhaps comparable to her first sale to the nobles.

The accidental pregnancy had been a turning point in her life. While she had hesitated initially, she soon discovered a facet of Yujiro that transcended his fearsome reputation.

His determination to ensure their child's presence in his life, even if it's out of marriage, spoke volumes about his character.

Never did she know that Yujiro just didn't found marriage beneficial enough for him as he knew that his women will stay with him no matter what happened.

Weeks spent with Yujiro also allowed Yuko to peel back the layers of his enigmatic personality. She began to understand the man beneath the legend.

His arrogance was a facet of his indomitable will and vast experiences, and his overbearing nature was rooted in an unwavering desire to become the strongest.

Though unconventional in some ways, she could sense his commitment to his dream and also his people was genuine.

Now, as she watched the emporium's doors swing open to the people of Uzushiogakure, she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Her past had led her to this moment, and the future, with Yujiro by her side, seemed promising. The Emporium was not just her business; it was a legacy she intended to share with their child.

"Today marks a significant moment as we open the doors of Yuko's Emporium in Uzushiogakure. I am deeply honored to stand before you in this beautiful coastal city.

I started my journey with a passion for rare herbs, and today, this Emporium offers an array of unique treasures. From delicate perfumes to potent potions, ornate jewelry to exquisite fabrics, we aim to delight your senses.

But, our Emporium is more than a store; it's a place of connection. We aspire to be a part of your lives, offering friendship, guidance, and a sense of wonder.

I want to thank those who have supported me throughout this endeavor and introduced my new little one, a symbol of fresh beginnings.

In the spirit of unity and prosperity, I welcome you to Yuko's Emporium. Thank you for being here today, and I look forward to a bright future together!!"

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In the early light of the morning, Yujiro slowly stirred, his women still cradled in his arms, their presence a source of comfort.

He eased himself out of their embrace, not wishing to disturb their peaceful slumber. He freshened up with a quick wash and change of clothes, his clothes hinting at the power and grace that defined him.

With a destination in mind, he left the sleeping quarters and made his way through the Hanma Clan compound.

As he strolled through the spacious and well-designed complex, he couldn't help but appreciate the hard work that had done by Ashina.

Airin's pride in the compound was justifiable, and Yujiro couldn't deny that it was a feat of architecture for their level of civilization.

Although, when he got his own lands, he will lead multiple projects that will house the wonders of the world, and all of them them will be in his country.

Reaching the coast, the serene sounds of the waves breaking on the shore provided a calming backdrop to his thoughts.

The sea-scented breeze carried with it a sense of tranquility and inspiration, fueling his resolve to continue pushing the boundaries of his abilities.

His training had been relentless, as it was the path he had always chosen.

Despite the dramatic shift in his surroundings and the multitude of events that had unfolded in the past week, Yujiro never wavered in his pursuit of self-improvement.

The fusion of his unparalleled physical strength and the introduction of chakra into his system due to the nature of this world had resulted in an even more formidable physique.

The dormant Hanma bloodline within him had awakened and contributed to his increasing powerful physique.

One of the aspects he noted was the presence of natural regeneration.

While it might not rival the legendary regenerative ability of figure like Hashirama Senju, Yujiro's regeneration capabilities were undeniably impressive.

It was, at the very least, far superior to the most of the shinobis. His body could recover from bad injuries and serious ailments more rapidly than most.

Yet, Yujiro had discovered an intriguing pattern in his regeneration.

During battles or moments of intense physical strain, it appeared to slow down.

After some introspection, he concluded that his body was unconsciously holding back its regenerative abilities during combat.

This automated system allowed him to become even more powerful after the fight ended, as he recovered from each injury.

He had become a master at conserving and optimizing his regenerative abilities, making him increasingly durable and resistant to various threats.

With these insights in mind, Yujiro was ready to take his training to the next level, solidifying his techniques in this new world and even exploring the possibility of creating entirely new ones.

The salty sea breeze and the rhythmic sounds of the waves provided the ideal backdrop for his journey of self-discovery and self-mastery.

Yujiro began his training by carefully organizing his strengths and weaknesses, a practice he had honed over the years.

His extensive martial arts experience had gifted him with an extraordinary ability – he could assess people's weaknesses, vital points, injuries, or ailments with 100% accuracy down to a cellular level.

This uncanny skill turned him into a menace in battle, enabling him to land precise, crippling strikes on his opponents. It explained why his punches and kicks were known to be exceptionally painful.

Beyond that, this keen perception allowed for highly analytical predictions.

He had heard tales of the Hyuga clan's Byakugan, capable of observing chakra pathways and Tenketsu points within the body.

With the ambition to mimic this remarkable ability, he had attempted to infuse his eyes with chakra.

However, his attempts yielded no results, as it seemed his eyes absorbed the chakra he directed towards them.

Yet, Yujiro believed that his eyes would evolve and unlock a greater potential, even though the process appeared to be progressing at a glacial pace.

Shifting his focus to another facet of his abilities, Yujiro contemplated his talent for replicating martial arts techniques after witnessing them just once.

This ability had undergone significant improvements since his arrival in the shinobi world. He could now also mimic Taijutsu techniques belonging to the Uchiha and Senju clans.

Nonetheless, he held a belief that his own Taijutsu was more detailed and refined than either of the legendary clans.

His fighting style was a culmination of countless martial arts, uniquely refined to align with his distinct persona and preferences.

As Yujiro delved into his training, his thoughts repeatedly circled back to a persistent issue that had bothered him ever since he arrived in this new world.

"Sigh, when can I stop naming my moves? It's so lame!" he mused, his frustration evident in his voice.

He paused, considering the matter further. "Although it doesn't bring any problems, considering my battle pace is incredibly fast but it's really annoying!"

While immersed in his training, a sudden stroke of genius illuminated a possible solution to this long-standing nuisance. His eyes lit up with newfound enthusiasm.

"What if I just named my Nintaijutsu!? I'll call out the name at the start of the battle and then keep circulate the chakra manipulation, this will remove the need to shout every time I unleash a new technique!"

The idea seemed so simple yet ingenious. His excitement was palpable as he developed his concept further.

"Then, I'll name my Nintaijutsu as the Demonic Ogre Manual. I'll keep molding and manipulating the chakra in my chakra pathway.

When I want to launch another technique, I'll just change the manipulation of my chakra and mold them in a different way."

He continued to refine his idea, his determination to solve this naming nuisance was evident.

"But first, I need a 'neutral stance'. From there, I can perform whichever technique I want and revert the chakra circulation back to the 'neutral stance'."

A sense of self-chastisement crept into his tone as he pondered the simplicity of this solution. "Why did it take me this long to think of this? Sigh."

As Yujiro continued to explore this innovative approach to his techniques, he decided to extrapolate the same method to his glaivemanship.

The realization that the names of his techniques were overly long had been nagging at him for some time. He was determined to streamline the process or, better yet, do away with naming them entirely.

He paused to think, searching for a suitable name that would encapsulate his glaive technique's essence in a concise manner.

The words formed in his mind, and he nodded in agreement. "Naraka Glaive Method," he murmured to himself, testing out the name.

It was a perfect fit. With this new system, it mirrored his Nintaijutsu techniques. He could remain in a 'neutral stance,' a highly empowered state, and then mold his chakra into various glaive techniques as he saw fit.

This decision to shorten the names of his glaive techniques and implement the 'neutral stance' offered a significant improvement in his overall prowess.

It was a game-changing step that Yujiro believed would enhance his combat efficiency and streamline his battles, allowing him to focus on the art of combat itself.

With this, he can concentrate on dishing out damage to his opponent without having to name every technique he employed!

In a fit of raw, unbridled anger, Yujiro's voice echoed through the room like thunder, his veins pulsating with rage. "How dare you mess with me, world law!?"

His words carried the weight of his immense strength and unshakable confidence.

His eyes blazed with fury as he continued, "Now, who's the winner, huh? It's still me, HANMA YUJIRO! RahAHaHAhaHA!"

His laughter was a sinister crescendo, a malevolent symphony of dominance that filled the air, leaving no room for doubt.

Then, with a replaced focus, Yujiro delved into refining his senses. In the world he now inhabited, his natural sensory abilities were quite good but it can't detect some people.

Previously, he could sense a person's fighting spirit from a staggering 8,000 miles away, even in the midst of slumber.

His mastery extended to manipulating the senses of others, creating perceptions of sounds, smells, lights, and even impacts without relying on traditional Genjutsu just by relying on his senses manipulation.

However, his newfound journey for self-improvement had brought some modifications to these extraordinary abilities.

Yujiro's current priority was to focus on chakra volume and density, and he decided to limit his sensory perception to strong chakra signatures or formidable fighting spirits.

The idea was to filter out the inconsequential weaklings, enabling him to concentrate on those who posed a real challenge.

It was this refined control of his senses that allowed him to detect the presence of Kurama, the mighty tailed beast.

However, some individuals like the Obake Clan had mastered the art of masking their chakra.

They skillfully blended natural energy with their chakra, rendering themselves nearly undetectable to Yujiro's ordinary senses.

This realization meant that Yujiro had to adapt and employ a different approach, using his own chakra to amplify his sensory capabilities.

By spreading his chakra and remaining vigilant for any shifts or disturbances to his chakra, he could uncover the hidden presence of those who had learned to cloak themselves in the natural world.

Yujiro's mind swirled with thoughts. "And there's also that vine-trap guy, I need to step up my game quickly if I want to counter that guy. He seems targeting Kintoki, could it be because he's my son?

But I can also deduce that the vine-trap man fighting prowess is not that high, because if he is, Raikou can't kite that man from Yuko's and Kintoki's carriage.

Tsk, now that just dampen my fighting spirits. Meh, nevertheless, if I can learn how he mask himself and the secret to his powerful regeneration, I'll become even stronger."

As Yujiro delved deeper into the refinement of his aura abilities, he began to realize the incredible potential they held.

His mastery over this potent energy was unlike any other, and he had the power to manipulate it with astonishing precision.

When his anger flared, the sheer intensity of his aura was enough to cause violent vibrations that could shake even the tallest skyscrapers.

The destructive force his aura could unleash was a testament to its terrifying power.

What set Yujiro apart from others was his ability to induce madness in those who came into contact with his aura.

The very presence of his aura was perceived as an existential threat by the human body, triggering a response that led to madness.

Even the most battle-hardened soldiers would find themselves succumbing to irrationality in the face of his aura.

At the cellular level, Yujiro's aura had the capacity to incite fear, making it feel as though every cell in a person's body was being stabbed, sending waves of terror coursing through their veins.

His proficiency extended to the Taiki-Ken techniques, where he had mastered a concept-based technique that left his opponents struggling to breathe, tears and blood obscuring their vision.

This combination of aura and martial art techniques created a formidable arsenal of abilities that Yujiro could wield at will.

The introduction of chakra had further empowered his aura, allowing him to exert incredible pressure on those around him.

This amalgamation of chakra and aura had a weight that could force even the most stalwart individuals to kneel before him.

Yujiro had harnessed his aura abilities to their fullest extent, ensuring that his presence was nothing short of awe-inspiring and intimidating to anyone who crossed his path.

As Yujiro continued his exploration of his enhanced abilities, he couldn't help but marvel at the tremendous power his Hanma bloodline had bestowed upon him.

This newfound strength was layered onto an already formidable foundation, making him an unstoppable force.

The first ability granted by his bloodline was the Demon Back, an amplification of his physical statistics that allowed him to unleash his full physical potential.

With the awakening of his Hanma bloodline, the buffs he gained from activating the Demon Back were taken to new heights.

Two primary techniques had emerged from his bloodline: the Demon Apparition and the Demonic Incarnation, Diabolic Embodiment.

(A/N: I change Devil to Demon because of my ocd.)

The Demon Apparition was a transformation triggered when he further unleashed the power of his Demon Back.

This summoned a half-body demon dharma on his back and the demon dharma had similar figure as him but with red skin and pinkish hair.

While in this state, his defensive capabilities were significantly enhanced, and he had the power to strike at opponents with only his thoughts, extending his reach and overall strength.

The transformation also provided a formidable boost to his combat abilities.

The Demonic Incarnation, Diabolic Embodiment, on the other hand, was an advanced version of the Demon Apparition.

This technique delved into the rich history, mythology, and details of various demons, then infusing this knowledge into his demon dharma giving it depths with its own story.

This transformative process redefined the very essence of his bloodline abilities. In this form, the Demon Apparition fully engulfed him, creating a colossal humanoid demon dharma.

The power and presence he exuded in this state were nothing short of awe-inspiring, solidifying his status as a true menace to be reckoned with. 

The Demonic Incarnation, Diabolic Embodiment, was a truly monstrous entity, and every detail of its appearance oozed dread and malevolence.

Its sinewy and elongated body was covered in a charcoal-black skin that glistened as if drenched in an oily sheen, giving it an otherworldly and unsettling quality.

The skin seemed to writhe with a life of its own, like the very embodiment of darkness.

Its limbs were long and gnarled, with bony protrusions running along their length. The gnarled fingers ended in razor-sharp claws, each one capable of rending stone, steel, or flesh with an eerie ease.

Its immense wings, with a span that defied description, resembled those of a monstrous bat but were far more disturbing.

The membranous flesh was marked with grotesque, rune-like patterns that seemed to pulse and writhe as if they held the secrets of the abyss itself.

The twin spiraling horns that crowned its head were wicked and formidable, curving upward with malevolence. They appeared to be made of obsidian, their surfaces reflecting a sinister, unnatural light.

Between these horns, a leathery and scaled brow framed its eyes, adding an extra layer of sinister detail.

These dreadful eyes burned like smoldering embers, with slit pupils that conveyed a hunger for suffering and chaos.

Its mouth was a grotesque sight, filled with serrated teeth that jutted out at twisted angles. Each tooth seemed designed for the sole purpose of delivering unimaginable torment.

Its forked, serpent-like tongue flickered between its lips, emitting a guttural hiss with each breath.

The chest and back of the creature were adorned with grotesque markings. These rune-like symbols pulsed with an eerie, unearthly glow, as if they were etched into its very flesh and imbued with an unholy power.

In this form, the Demonic Incarnation, Diabolic Embodiment was a true manifestation of darkness and malevolence.

Its presence was a grotesque and nightmarish vision, capable of invoking terror and despair in all who beheld it.

As Yujiro stood on the coast, the serene sounds of the waves breaking on the shore provided a calming backdrop to his thoughts.

The sea-scented breeze carried with it a sense of tranquility and inspiration, fueling his resolve to continue pushing the boundaries of his abilities.

Over the past week, Yujiro had tirelessly trained and honed his vast array of abilities, each contributing to his unparalleled prowess.

Yujiro's gaze shifted to the horizon, the setting sun painting the sea with warm hues.

"With these abilities, I'm already one of the top in this world. But I believe there are more monsters hiding from the world like me, Hashirama, and Madara.

I'm hoping to meet these monstrous figures soon! Who knows, maybe some secluded monks can play me like a child. That'll be fun.

I'm sure when I'll go to other lands, I'll found all sorts of opponents, treasures, creatures and techniques! 

The path to greater strength is never-ending, just like always, meh. I'll keep on improving until I reached the top, RahAHaHAhaHA!

I CAN'T WAIT! WAIT FOR ME, AS THE WORLD WILL KNOW WHO'S THE STRONGEST CREATURE ONCE MORE!!"