Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Until Chu Yang looked at him in utter confusion.

"Tobirama always said I wasn't suited to be a teacher..." Hashirama laughed awkwardly, scratching his head. "I think practical combat will make it easier for you to understand."

Chu Yang sighed deeply. It seemed like he was in for a beating.

But in order to enter Sage Mode more quickly, Chu Yang had no choice but to nod in agreement.

In these practical battles, no ninjutsu or senjutsu could be used, only Sage Mode. That meant Hashirama couldn't use his greatest advantage, Wood Release.

When it came to pure taijutsu, the gap between Chu Yang and Hashirama wasn't that large anymore.

The problem was that Hashirama wouldn't give Chu Yang a chance to enter Sage Mode, suppressing him from the start.

A Sage Mode Hashirama fighting a non-Sage Mode Chu Yang, limited to only taijutsu, had an obvious outcome.

Chu Yang got completely overwhelmed.

He couldn't even think about entering Sage Mode; all his effort was barely enough to defend against Hashirama's attacks.

Most of the time, he felt like a human punching bag.

The two fought from morning till dusk.

Chu Yang was swollen all over.

Hashirama, on the other hand, felt refreshed, saying, "I haven't enjoyed myself this much in ages. The last time was during my battle with Madara. After becoming Hokage, there haven't been many opportunities for a real fight. Sometimes I even envy Madara—at least he can still battle the tailed beasts."

"How about it? After all that fighting, have you started to get the hang of it?"

Bruised and battered, Chu Yang looked up at Hashirama with a resentful expression and said, "Do I look like I've gotten the hang of anything?"

Hashirama paused, then asked seriously, "Who are you again?"

Chu Yang sighed deeply. "Teacher, that joke wasn't funny at all."

"Really? Hahaha," Hashirama scratched his head, laughing to himself.

Hashirama's teaching methods were simple and brutal.

But highly effective, fully drawing out Chu Yang's potential. After being beaten for three days and nights, Chu Yang finally learned the technique to instantly enter Sage Mode during combat.

...

In the world of Harry Potter, after mastering the three Unforgivable Curses, Chu Yang resumed his study of spells.

As for wand-making, it had temporarily hit a standstill.

Chu Yang's wand-making skills had reached a high level, and he had even found alternative formulas for wand cores, but it was still difficult to find stable substitutes that would allow his counterparts in other worlds to craft wands.

So Chu Yang decided to shift his research focus and planned to learn the secrets of wandless magic from Professor Flitwick or Headmaster Dumbledore.

Wands were, after all, a European invention. Before the British wizard Isolt Sayre founded Ilvermorny School, the native wizards in North America practiced wandless magic.

African wizards didn't even come into contact with wands until the 20th century.

Strictly speaking, wands weren't necessary for spellcasting.

However, wandless magic was much more difficult, at least harder than the OWL and NEWT exams.

The invention of the wand reduced the difficulty of spellcasting, making it more controlled and simpler, which was a key factor in the historical dominance of European wizards over other regions.

Wandless magic and wands are like steam engines versus internal combustion engines—the former has been left behind by history.

For most wizards, giving up the wand and choosing to use wandless magic is as incomprehensible as a modern person giving up high-speed rail to ride a steam train.

Even a wizard as powerful as Dumbledore wouldn't use wandless magic in battle.

But for Chu Yang, what mattered more than the difficulty and drawbacks of wandless magic was enabling his counterparts in other worlds to use magic.

As for overcoming the drawbacks of wandless magic, Chu Yang was confident that with the knowledge from various worlds, he could gradually resolve those issues. That didn't worry him in the slightest.

Headmaster Dumbledore had been quite busy lately.

Ever since Chu Yang had passed along information about Voldemort's seven Horcruxes, Dumbledore had been absent from Hogwarts more often than not.

Harry's mood had also become somewhat gloomy, but fortunately, Ron and Hermione were often by his side.

Since Dumbledore wasn't at the school, Chu Yang had no choice but to seek out Professor Flitwick to learn the techniques of wandless magic.

As the champion of the dueling contest, Professor Flitwick's spellcasting abilities were second only to Dumbledore at Hogwarts.

While Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were also skilled in wandless magic, Flitwick would likely provide the most thorough instruction.

It simply wasn't the specialty of the other two.

After class, instead of joining his classmates in the Great Hall for dinner, Chu Yang headed to the eighth floor, passing the Room of Requirement and walking down the corridor to an office near the West Tower.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice echoed from within.

Chu Yang pushed the door open and saw Professor Flitwick making coffee.

"Care for a cup?" Flitwick smiled. He was quite fond of students like Chu Yang, who sought him out after class.

Whenever they discussed spells, Chu Yang's imaginative thoughts often inspired Professor Flitwick greatly.

"No, thank you, Professor. I came to ask for your guidance on something."

Chu Yang sat down on the sofa, already familiar with the setting.

"Having trouble understanding a spell?"

Professor Flitwick, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, curiously sat across from him.

"Not a spell..." Chu Yang smiled and said, "I wanted to learn wandless magic from you."

"Wandless magic?" Professor Flitwick was momentarily stunned, then frowned, "Why would you want to learn that? Wandless magic is inefficient and difficult, like using primitive stone tools..."

From his words, it was clear that Professor Flitwick, like most wizards, looked down on wandless magic, considering it outdated.

Seeing the conversation drift, Chu Yang quickly interrupted, "I've recently been studying the history of magic and became curious about how European wizards cast spells before the invention of wands."

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick understood, smiling knowingly, "I used to be just like you, curious about everything in the magical world."

"Since you want to understand wandless casting, I must first explain the relationship between magic power, wands, and spells."

"Each person's magic power is like water in a large bucket, and the magic required to cast a spell is like the water in a small bottle."

"In order to precisely pour water from the large bucket into the small bottle, we need a funnel, and the spell serves as that funnel, helping us regulate the output of magic."

"Even if sometimes too much water is poured, the funnel can help adjust it, preventing it from overflowing."

"If there's no wand, it's equivalent to trying to pour water from the large bucket into the small bottle without a funnel. If you use too much force, overflowing is the least of your concerns. Sometimes, it could even knock over the bottle."

"In this case, the entire spell would fail, and in severe situations, it could result in magical backlash. For a wizard, this is a very frightening occurrence."

At this point, Professor Flitwick's expression became extremely serious. "Yang, you must have read about the consequences of a wizard losing control of their magic in the books."

"Most instances of magic loss during wandless casting are even more severe. The magic goes berserk within the body, like an endlessly inflating balloon. I don't need to explain what happens next, right?"

Chu Yang immediately nodded, "I understand, Professor Flitwick."

"Good." Professor Flitwick's smile returned, and he began further teaching Chu Yang the key points of wandless casting.

"Without a wand, our body has to serve the role of the wand. Without the wand as a regulator, you must strictly control the magic output with your mental strength."

"Mental strength is the natural barrier for wandless casting. If your mental strength isn't strong enough, you won't be able to accurately pour the water from the large bucket into the small bottle."

"As a person's mental strength grows with age and consistent meditation, it becomes stronger. That's why Headmaster Dumbledore seems to perform wandless casting so effortlessly."

Professor Flitwick explained in great detail, revealing the key elements of wandless casting to Chu Yang.

That night, Chu Yang snuck out of the school and went to the Forbidden Forest to practice wandless magic.

The whole process was indeed quite challenging.

If an ordinary person's total magic power could fill a large bucket, Chu Yang's magic could practically fill the entire Black Lake.

The terrifying amount of magic made it very difficult for Chu Yang to control, and it was impossible to follow Professor Flitwick's instructions of pouring magic into a small bottle.

If he tried to pour that lake into a small bottle, forget the bottle — even buckets, tanks, and reservoirs would be destroyed!

Chu Yang had no choice but to first train himself in finely controlling his magic.

His advantage lay in having knowledge from other worlds.

He tried to apply the chakra control techniques from the world of Naruto to train his ability to control magic.

...

"Waiter, bring the wine!"

"Right away, sir!"

The tavern waiter, dressed in coarse cloth, cheerfully brought out a jar of Autumn White Dew from the back courtyard.

Following the sound, he walked to the table by the window, poured a cup for the guest, and left the jar on the table.

"Mr. Chu, please wait a moment; the dishes will be out soon."

"Alright, thank you."

"Haha, Mr. Chu, you're always so polite."

The waiter beamed. For a scholar like Mr. Chu to thank someone like him was a great honor.

The waiter wanted to exchange a few more words, but an urgent shout quickly reached his ears.

"Waiter!"

He sighed and gave Mr. Chu a helpless smile before attending to another table.

Chu Yang nodded in acknowledgment. As a former modern man, he was used to saying "thank you," without any other special meaning.

Having lived in this world for almost a year, Chu Yang had grown accustomed to his identity as a schoolteacher, and his manner of speaking had drastically changed from when he first arrived.

Chu Yang was a bona fide university graduate. Teaching a bunch of kids their basic lessons was easy for him, and he did it quite well. Not only was he known in this town, but his reputation had also spread to nearby villages.

However, his professional success couldn't heal his increasingly empty soul.

There was a severe lack of entertainment in ancient times! No TV, no movies, no computers — nothing!

Aside from going to theaters to listen to plays, there was nothing at all! But going there every day? Even if his body could handle it, Chu Yang's wallet couldn't.

Being a schoolteacher only ensured he wouldn't starve, but it couldn't save those ladies in dire need.

Chu Yang was deeply regretful.

Thus, going to the tavern to listen to storytellers became one of his few hobbies.

Just as the dishes were all served and Chu Yang had only downed one cup of wine, in the center of the tavern, a middle-aged storyteller gently knocked his wooden clapper on the table!

Clap!

"Last time, we left off with the brothers Zhao Kuangyin of the Northern Song Dynasty and Zhao Guangyi of the Southern Song Dynasty turning against each other, leading to the split of the great Song Empire into two — Northern Song and Southern Song."

"Hehehe..."

Chu Yang couldn't help but chuckle.

Everyone in the tavern turned their eyes on him, but the storyteller was already used to this.

Every time the story reached this point, this peculiar Mr. Chu would always laugh, and it was always tinged with a bit of mockery.

Noticing everyone staring at him, Chu Yang had no choice but to stand up and apologize to calm the crowd.

The storyteller coughed and continued, "After the split of the Song Empire, the largest organization in the land, the 'Beggar Clan,' also split into the Northern Beggar Clan and Southern Beggar Clan."

"Northern Beggar Clan's leader, Qiao Feng, and Southern Beggar Clan's leader, Hong Qigong, were both legendary heroes. Seven days ago, they agreed to meet at Yanmen Pass to determine the superior faction."

"At first, the two fought using the Beggar Clan's signature martial arts. Their dragon-palm techniques shared the same origin, making it difficult to decide a victor. The sound of dragon roars echoed endlessly above Yanmen Pass, and their strikes were powerful enough to snap towering trees hundreds of steps away."

"Midway through the duel, the Liao army invaded Yanmen Pass. The two relied on the natural defenses of the pass, single-handedly holding off the army for an entire day."

"The Northern Beggar Clan's leader, Qiao Feng, being younger and more vigorous, lasted three more hours than the older Hong Qigong, until the border troops and numerous Beggar Clan disciples arrived."

"Seeing they could no longer win, the Liao army left behind a field of corpses and retreated in haste..."

As soon as the storyteller finished, the tavern erupted in applause.