Naruto felt sick. After waking up, Sakura was bombarding him questions to what took him so long to wake up and if he was really OK

"Haha, gomen Sakura-chan. Must have been knocked out hard or something. So what happened while I was gone?" Naruto looked around cautiously and realized he was laying against the wall, finally aware that he was there with the other nine rookies, along with Bush-brow's team, Kabuto's team, the sound nins that attacked Kabuto and the sand team.

"Geez you're slow. While you were asleep, me and Sasuke had to take turns carrying you. By the time you woke up, the second exams over"

Hearing that Naruto jumped to his feet screaming at the top of his lungs "You mean it's over! I can't believe I didn't get to do anything! Ah man, this sucks!"

He ran his hands through his hand furiously, before Sakura's fist met his head. "Be quiet you idiot and let Lord Third Hokage speak!"

With that the Hokage began explaining which Naruto blankly ignored trying to remember his training. He had spent about 48 hours in his mind, so a little more than a month training on the techniques the Kyubi had taught him. Most of the time was used explaining each technique, before actually doing them. Though when explaining the techniques the Kyubi had to dumb it down for Naruto to try and grasp the concept.

Once Naruto had mastered water walking, he began learning the Rasengan. It was harder than he thought. Even though he was in his mind, he couldn't bring himself to truly create the Rasengan. After weeks inside, Naruto's mind was slowing down, even though his body was fine. Since people's mind define truth on what they see, the experience was real.

Though he could now make a Rasengan, there was a limit to how much he could make, since his body couldn't catch up. Though he had grown mentally, physically he was still the same.

"So how many can I make?" asked Naruto.

The Kyubi glanced at him before he looked at his own hands. "About three, that's your limit, at least until your body catches up"

"Dammit" Naruto slammed his fist into the wet concrete floor.

"Not to worry, your body will quickly learn to adapt as long as your mind believes it's real, but remember not to overuse it the first time. I can't stress that enough . . ."

The Kyubi was right. His limit was three, otherwise the force of the wind in the Rasengan would rip his hand to shreds. Naruto looked at his hand, imagining the scars that would soon become reality should he overuse it . . .

Naruto turned his attention back to the Hokage just as he finished his speech on ties between the country and why the hold the chunin exams. "It seems as though this a ploy for old farts to make money off the lives of the little people like ourselves doesn't it, eh Na-ru-to-kun?" Yami's voice or rather his voice mocked him inside his mind.

The mark on his shoulder began to burn. His body was rapidly heating up and sweat began to pour drip down his brow. "Shit! What do you want Yami?" Naruto mentally shouted to his darker self.

"Nothing much, I was just bored and decided to have a friendly chat with my 'other' self" Yami responded mockingly.

"I thought you were suppose to be suppressed? What are you doing to me?" Naruto grimaced in pain as the mark burned deeper into his skin.

Yami chuckled darkly, "You don't really think that fox can hold me down, do you? I'm a part of you, no matter how hard you try to resist, we are the same person . . . but it looks like my time is up, till next time then"

With that Yami left and the mark began to cool down, and his hand automatically reached for his shoulder to somehow sooth the burning skin. Seeing this action, Sakura noticed how Naruto held his hand the same way Sasuke was holding his own curse.

"Naruto, something wrong?" Sakura asked with concern.

Noting Sakura's prying worry, Naruto did his best to act calm. "Sorry, Sakura-chan I guess a bug bit me or something."

"Dammit!" Though the burning has stopped, the spasm that came with it still lingered and the sensation ran throughout his body restricting his movements.

There was the third exam proctor laying out the rules, but Naruto paid no mind to them. He quickly dug his hand into his shuriken pouch and squeeze his hands on blades of the weapon hoping to fight pain with pain. It was somehow working when his mind began to drift to the new sensation.

However his brief calmness was interrupted when the proctor announced the first match-up "Naruto Uzumaki vs. . . . ."

Sorry this chapter's short but I'm on a time crunch and I'm leaving to the airport in a bit but rest assured I will go back to updating as frequently as possible as soon as I return.