Bang, bang, bang!
The battlefield was a chaotic mess of flying Shuriken and Kunai.
Behind the front lines, the Analysis Team members were rushing through their urgent tasks.
"Squad Leader, this is Satoru, a Genin with sensory talent who chose to join the Analysis Team after graduation," Dokuro said, pointing to Satoru behind him.
Inoichi Yamanaka looked at him, raising an eyebrow at his obvious youth.
Satoru had a Konoha forehead protector tied around his head.
His eyes, ears, and the entire back of his neck, as well as the part of his head above the forehead protector, were completely wrapped in greyish-white bandages.
Can he observe the world without his eyes? It seems his sensory talent is quite good.
"Is… is it Inoichi-senpai? Hello, I am Satoru," Satoru immediately straightened his body, his voice filled with excitement, upon seeing Inoichi look over.
"There's no time to talk much. Dokuro, you will guide him.
Can you ensure he learns the Mind Reading Technique in the shortest possible time?" Inoichi Yamanaka commanded.
"No problem, Squad Leader," Dokuro's eyes lit up.
Ah!
Satoru's face fell. He had thought he would receive guidance from a Jonin!
His perception lingered on Dokuro.
This Demon Instructor of the Analysis Team was also young at the moment. He wondered when Kishimoto gave him the setting of a demon instructor.
Hopefully not now.
He never expected that watching anime wasn't enough, so he stayed up all night reading a Hokage novel, only to die suddenly.
He had transmigrated to the time of the Third Shinobi World War and was forced to graduate in his fifth year.
He was very afraid of death and quickly found the best place to stay safe: the path of the original Satoru.
Members of the Analysis Team.
They had only one mission: to read information from the enemy's minds, then organise it and hand it over to their superiors.
In times of peace, they would be like Konoha's two gate gods, going wherever they were needed.
This was perfect.
He followed Dokuro to a nearby outpost.
At this time on the battlefield, there was naturally no good environment.
"Here, this is the specific training method for the Mind Reading Technique. With your sensory talent, it shouldn't be difficult.
If you have any questions after I complete my mission, you can ask me."
Dokuro threw him a scroll and then left.
Satoru also knew the battlefield was urgent, and it was a race against time.
Even his classmates, Might Guy, Ebisu, Shiranui Genma, and others, had to immediately join the fight.
A support role like his naturally didn't have the resources for one-on-one or one-on-three training.
He opened the scroll.
He pulled down the bandages on his face, revealing his eyes.
He had thought it would only contain the method for performing the Mind Reading Technique, and that it would be very simple.
He had underestimated it.
The scroll was covered in dense numbers and was quite long.
However, as he read deeper, he understood that besides the execution method, it also listed techniques on how to maximise information extraction once inside someone's mind.
There were also methods for processing information after reading it, to prevent others' thoughts from invading one's mind.
In any case, this Ninjutsu was like an academic subject, and the execution method was just the least important part.
As long as one had sensory talent and decent mental energy, performing it was very simple.
As he read, the words seemed to come alive. Satoru found it very easy to understand, not as difficult as he had imagined.
Tiger – Horse – Tiger –
After finishing reading, he quickly formed the hand seals.
The Mind Reading Technique was performed with such ease.
He looked around the outpost and found nothing he could use for Mind Reading, so he had to release the Ninjutsu.
"What should I do next?"
To prevent enemy attacks, the Analysis Team was naturally in a hidden place, so they couldn't practice any loud Ninjutsu.
Then he would practice his sensory abilities.
After all, he was a Ninja with sensory talent, which was much rarer than a Ninja with wind-style Chakra.
He covered his eyes with the bandages again.
At this moment, in his perception, everything around him turned into lines.
This was why he could keep his eyes covered without affecting himself.
He formed the Tiger seal and refined his Chakra.
Immediately, his perception changed again.
Within a one-kilometre radius, distant small frogs, birds, and Ninja Chakra reactions appeared in his mind.
Although it wasn't as direct as the Byakugan, it was still a top-tier talent among commoners.
No wonder sensory ninjas were so rare.
He also experimented with other Ninjutsu, such as the Transformation Jutsu, Clone Technique, and so on.
And he discovered a problem.
That was, after he transmigrated, his talent seemed to have become stronger.
No matter what knowledge it was, he seemed to easily grasp it and even innovate upon it.
For example, with the Transformation Jutsu, his original body could only transform into things he had observed for a long time.
But he could glance at a nearby animal, immediately visualise its form and demeanour in his mind, and complete the transformation.
The Clone Technique was also similar; it used to take him a second to complete, but now he formed the hand seals a third faster.
This was a qualitative difference in combat.
"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to learn the Mind Reading Technique?"
Just as he was practising Chakra tree climbing on a tree, Dokuro appeared.
Seeing that Satoru wasn't following his instructions, he felt a bit annoyed.
It was wartime, and a Ninja who didn't follow orders could easily die.
"I've learned it, but I don't have a test subject," Satoru said, landing in front of him.
Dokuro was stunned, his face showing disbelief.
According to the data, although Satoru was strong in sensory talent, he was only average in Ninjutsu and theoretical classes at the Ninja School.
"Follow me."
Since he said so, Dokuro didn't question him.
Mainly because his face was covered in bandages, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Satoru followed with a hint of curiosity.
Soon, the two of them arrived in an underground chamber.
A series of tightly closed doors appeared before them in the corridor.
Dokuro led him to one of the rooms.
"The Ninja inside here has already had their information read, and their thoughts are confused.
Give it a try, but remember, don't overexert yourself."
Satoru entered the door upon hearing this.
It was quite dim, with only a single candlelight.
A dazed Sand Village Ninja. It seemed that forcibly reading minds had some side effects!
Dokuro didn't leave but watched him from beside him.
To prevent Satoru from messing up.
Satoru skillfully formed hand seals, placing his hands above the Ninja's temples, on the nerve centres.
"It seems he learned it!"
Dokuro, watching his movements, knew he wasn't lying.
It had taken him three days to learn this technique back then.
And Satoru also knew the easiest external points to access the nerves.
Starting from there, reading minds could save a lot of effort.
Satoru's spirit invaded the brain, instantly feeling as if he passed through a time tunnel.
Inside the tunnel, a large number of memory fragments flashed by.
From entering the Ninja School as a child to graduating and being sent on a mission, he was just a small Genin.
However, his experience was quite rich, having survived half a year on the battlefield of the Third Shinobi World War.
Until he was captured by the Konoha Ninja.
Most of them were discontinuous and fragmented, likely due to previous mind-reading sessions.
But Satoru still absorbed a lot of experience: combat experience, reconnaissance experience, and so on.
He was also very surprised, as if all of the opponent's experiences allowed him to draw inferences from one instance.
"It seems that in the Analysis Team, my combat experience won't be inferior to others in the future."