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Chapter 10

As it turned out, this was my schedule for the next month, and while Orochimaru could be irritable at times, he wasn't unlikeable. Truly, if he was, why would his minions and students have practically worshipped him? Future minions and students, of course, Kaede and Hiashi were still wary of him.

And, to be perfectly honest, I was wary of every single person in this world, even my wonderful mother. So, it goes without saying that with a future body-stealer like Orochimaru, I was cautious, if eager to learn his many tricks.

As time went by, it became clear that when Orochimaru was not training us or running missions, he was training himself very diligently. In contrast to his perhaps-friend Jiraiya, who was always peeping it seemed; it was clear why he had become the Hokage's favorite student.

On a side note, Minato and I crossed paths once, and he seemed to be doing rather well for himself, I took great pains to get friendly with him without being obvious, and, if the fact that we're meeting now is anything to go by, I succeeded.

"Minato-san, good afternoon," There really was no way we could have met in the morning, both of us having teachers who ate up the morning.

"Good afternoon, Nanashi."

I really don't mind the familiarity, and, though constant practice makes me loath to reciprocate it, I do try.

"What's on the agenda, future Hokaga-sama?" I asked completely seriously, even giving a little show of respect in the form of a tiny bow.

"We both know that you don't think I'll actually make it, though I will."

"Actually, I disagree, if I may say so, within twenty years you'll be Hokage." I replied, utterly sincere, and, since I was, this was easy.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Nanashi, how's your sensei?"

"Extremely pale, slightly disturbing, rather sadistic, and refreshingly dedicated, yours?"

Minato grinned before reciting his own sensei's description, "Extremely perverted, slightly admirable, rather funny, and refreshingly… hmm ah! Friendly."

"Nice, although I'm sure someday even you will respect him." I smirked.

"Hey! I respect all my teachers!"

Typical, "I guess you'll also respect me then, since I've taught you."

"Taught me what?"

Oh ho, time for a learning experience, "Everyone has something to teach, from me you learned about my own fighting style, you taught me that some things are predictable, and that talent isn't obvious at first glance."

"Huh."

"Anyway, I've got some money; want to grab something to eat?"

I hate to skip out on family dinner, but cultivating relationships really shouldn't be despised.

"Sure, if you're buying."

Of course, for an orphan like Minato, he's probably just scraping by, so while he acts tough, I'm sure he'd make some excuse and leave if he was paying, not that I mind. Well, then again, I do mind, I always mind my money; the world runs on money and chakra, in varying ratios every second.

Now I sound like Kakuzu, well, not that I hate sounding like an S-rank nin.

We went over to Yakiniku Q, which was, interestingly enough, around even now.

The succulent taste of barbecue, it really has been too long.

"Ah, Minato, eat as much as you want, if I run dry I'll just put it on my tab."

"Your tab?"

"A subtle benefit of being in a clan, most restaurants let you make a tab with no problems, because you're that much less likely to not pay, lots of 'em do it for active ninja too."

"That's certainly a curious piece of trivia."

"Just one of those things you learn randomly." Actually, some author saw fit to insert pretty much what I just said in a little side note. Not that Minato needs to know, and it was random, so really not a lie.

The Namikaze appeared to enjoy his meal, if the gusto with which he kept eating was anything to go by. At length, the meal ended, and I walked the other boy home, cracking a joke about protecting him from a certain ferocious Uzumaki as I did so.

I got home rather late, to be expected, but I considered it to be worth the trouble, in any case, my family was not inconvenienced, as I had told them the day before.

"Back from frolicking with no-names?" Fugaku asked, displeased that I had given time of the day to an orphan.

I smirked back at my brother, "Curiously enough, he does have a name, Namikaze Minato." I replied, in no way miffed about the whole affair, in fact I found it amusing.

"He has no family."

"And neither do Orochimaru-sensei, or Jiraiya-san, yet they still garner respect wherever they go."

"This Namikaze is no Hokage's student, nor is he a jonin."

"Ah but you see Nii-san, mark my words; he will be Hokage."

"You've bought into that rubbish? I didn't take you for an idiot."

"And for that I am thankful. But rubbish it is not, simple fact stands supreme." I stated, not said, not asked, not exclaimed, I stated, and it visibly shook Fugaku's opinion.

"I look forward to seeing if you are a prophet." So saying, the older male turned and went to his room.

"So do I, Nii-san, so do I," I whispered to his shut door.

I grabbed a book out of my little library, Comprehensive List of Clans I looked at the date, good, it was a new book. Reading it turned out quite informative, the little lecture in the Academy was written by the sensei it seemed, not standard issue text-book material.

How do I know you ask? I found out that Konoha has more clans than I thought. Though to be frank, some are not 'recognized' which, quite simply, means that as far as Konoha is concerned, they enjoy no special rights.

Of course, prominent recognized clans include the Senju, Sarutobi, and Shimura.

In any case, Fugaku-nii's frustration is disappointing, if amusing, but if he doesn't change I might have to usurp; seriously, getting into the whole coup thing is not on my to-do list. That being said, I have arrogance in my abilities, I'm sure I can stop the whole coup/massacre, they are related to the Kyuubi attack, I'm just not sure how.

Really, I should have looked at the wiki more and learned all this 'useless' trivia.

Nonetheless, I'm afraid that the simple fact is, my influence is not to be overestimated, nor should I believe that nothing is different, truly, things shall be different, for I have influenced Minato of all people.

Time flies while you're sleeping, so, in my aching opinion, the night was all too short. But, Orochimaru is nothing if not demanding, and punctual for that matter, so I doubt highly that I'll be heading over to the training ground late.

Because, let's be honest, who doesn't like pleasing their teacher, to a degree at least? Actually, don't answer that, I might be rather put out with the answer.

Muddled mentalities and boring thoughts aside, I needed to go, so go I did.

As it turned out, I was the first there anyway, and I doubt that I misheard where to meet up. Oh well, nothing like stretches to while away the time.

"Good morning, Nanashi-kun."

I bolted upright, stupid me, I should have been paying more attention, "Good morning, Sensei."

"Where are the other two whelps?"

"Behind you."

"Good." Kaede and Hiashi came out from behind Orochimaru as he said this.

Little tests and subtle trials were the name of the game; Orochimaru paid attention to detail and expected the same from his students. Usually, he would test the one who got to the training ground first, which is why I was targeted today.

Generally, I woke up impossibly sore from the day before's labor.

"What's on the agenda today?"

"Dodging as usual," I looked up, wondering why he hadn't said what D-rank was for today, "After our very own lawn mowing mission."

Orochimaru's protruding cheekbones suddenly looked more sinister; for some accursed reason gas-powered lawn-mowers were a thing not yet discovered. Therefore, the push-mowers in use were completely human-powered.

Of course, this was not without benefits, a ninja should always be training or getting ready to, and pushing around a 'lawn-mower' is good exercise. Nevertheless, the eventual extreme boredom of constant D-ranks weighs on a boy's mind, perhaps this was the point?

Or am I, perchance, seeing conspiracies in the shadows? Well, they do say that paranoia, not extreme, is a shinobi's friend.

Theories of grand plans to improve the mental integrity of rookie genin aside, I had a lawn to mow. With chakra enhanced dispersion of lactic acid, ninja could last almost twice as long as a normal person.

Time passed, and the job was completed, so, after receiving our pay, we met up at our very own training ground. Well, not that anyone but Konoha owns them.

"So, what have we learned today?"

"We have learned nothing, because some of the lessons some of us learned were already learned by others of us," Okay, so I like sassing off with technically correct stuff, what kid doesn't?

"No, we learned that you are most disrespectful."

I nodded, conceding the point without useless argument.

"And as such, a lesson must be taught, no?"

None of us answered. Orochimaru was completely stoic and calm; his general attitude, the insanity from constant body jumping and experimentation not yet present.

"Run little hatchlings, run." He spoke abruptly, snakes emerging from the ground around him and out of his loose clothing.

Fangs nearly gleaming, the obviously poisonous snakes began chasing all three of us; apparently, we were ready for a real life-or-death situation. Or maybe the snake man was just eager to see us terrified.

Well, it's not as if we weren't used to this behavior by now, as our new kunai-dodging abilities could attest to.

And so, run we did, and we ran quickly indeed, have I ever mentioned how very fast snakes are? Too fast for comfort, if I do say so myself.

"Stupid snakes, Sensei will just get you killed," I turned as I said this, pausing before, "Katon: Great Fireball!"

Hand-seals already finished, the technique spewed out from by mouth in its flame-thrower form; fiery agony encased several snakes to slow to get away, burnt to a crisp before they could even protest.

Hiashi and Kaede looked jealous, ah, civilian born kunoichi, and super-taijutsu family Hyuuga, not surprising then that they have no ninjutsu of destructive nature.

Well, they can wallow in that jealousy, I'm not just going to find jutsu to teach them because they looked miffed they hadn't thought of it already. Honestly, for genin, the library is a true treasure trove of useful stuff.

Pushing such things away from my already over-packed mental state; more snakes were coming quickly. And, frankly, I don't fancy dying in some twisted training session.

So, the answer is simple, don't die. I think that's the point Orochimaru-sensei really wants to drive home here, the will to live. Without doing something truly satisfying we, as humans, are not ready to die, and so we try to live.

Maybe I'm reading into a different angle than he is trying for, but I'm fairly sure this is the gist.

I channeled chakra to my whip, activating my Sharingan as I did so. A few downward and diagonal lashes finished what snakes were close, but I kept my Sharingan on, knowing that this could be the end.

And boy was it not, if a snake five times my size is anything to go by. Inside was panicking slightly, but I had an image to keep up, Uchiha pride and all that.

I flipped back a hair that wasn't even in my way, "Wow. Are you trying to kill me?" I asked, with a completely deadpan monotone voice.

I looked so thoroughly unimpressed that the semi-intelligent snake paused, looking back to its summoner.

"Stupid snake, attack!" Was Orochimaru's angry reply to the un-vocalized question.

The green, enormous, snake looked back to me, licking its lips at the thought of my deliciousness. Well, I certainly hope that's why.

"I yawn at you." I stated, making no move to actually yawn. This, despite its mute state, clearly angered the vicious viper, and it showed as much by coming at me.

Fast.

Well, chakra sticks to a tree, good thing ninja are fast too. I looked down from my leafy perch, noting with a pained visage that the snake was easily tall enough to come get me. Not that I ever intended to just sit here.

I sped through the hand-seals again, this time with slightly different intent, "Katon: Great Fireball!" A massive ball of super-hot chakra emerged from my mouth with all the fury of a ten year-old.

The snake quickly changed its tack, speeding off to the side to avoid death. I assume not death, not really sure how summons work actually, don't they just get un-summoned?

Point being, in a poof of smoke, after its tail had been hit, the snake disappeared.

"Was that allowed, or do I have to not fight back?"

"You just have to," He was behind me without my even knowing, "Liiiive."

I automatically jumped away, fortunate for my state of life if the number of presumably poisonous snakes at my former position was anything to go by.

"Of course sensei, is it not a teacher's most treasured wish to see his students succeed in life?"

"But of course you'd read into things, I just don't want to waste my time on talentless fools."

I've gotta say, if I were Anko I'd think something like 'wow, he really does want the best for me, he's just being awkward about it!' and worship him silently from the shadows. Knowing Orochimaru's so called 'evilness' though, I have to think, 'this guy really does value his time, huh?'

I wasn't awfully eager to keep using chakra to defeat the infinity snakes, but to be honest, there wasn't much choice. So, spend chakra I did, with great effect.

By the end of our little survival session I was utterly exhausted, and completely in awe of the sheer quantity of snakes summoned.

I like to think that there was a point, other than intense exercise and proof of the will to live, but for the life of me I can't figure out what. That's not to say I'm unimpressed with the whole affair, instead I was rather awed by Orochimaru's level of power, and thoroughly surprised that I made it to the end.

1 Month Later

Here it is, the glorious conclusion of two weeks of work and my personal best fuinjutsu accomplishment: Chakra Storage.

It's really quite simple, all you do is put chakra into some kind of object, even liquids will do, and then seal that object into a scroll tightly.

Of course, this in itself would mean nothing, but I, in my great intelligence, have discovered that chakra can be recovered. It's actually so intensely inefficient that it's no wonder it's not common practice, a chakra pill is 100 times better.

Plus, it has to be your own chakra, unless of course you have a chakra absorbing bloodline, in which case it'd be rather redundant.

This all works because inside a sealing scroll, the regular laws of dispersion don't apply, in effect, this means that while in the outside world chakra channeled into an object naturally shoots of into its surroundings inside the scroll this doesn't apply.

And, while unconventional, it's possible to recover your own chakra from an object, just so long as it hasn't mixed so much with other chakra that it no longer comes under your control.

This actually brings up an important point, if something's chakra is so polluted with your own, it can come under your control. For most objects, this is just impracticably expensive, as chakra is in everything.

But, with exceptional control, it's possible to be telekinetic with certain objects of small size and material. I wonder if this is related to the Ichibi's control over sand, perhaps its own chakra is so similar that its control extends to the sand.

That'd also explain phenomena like the Third Kazekage's control of iron; maybe he was born with a chakra signature so very similar to magnetic iron that he can simply move it at will. Kind of like the Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, it can be controlled to go in the direction the user desires.

This also explains why my whip is easier to use while I have chakra in it, my mind is subconsciously telling it where to go. Of course, this was all so intriguing that I couldn't exactly leave it to myself, which brings us to now.

"And that's my theory," I concluded, expectantly waiting for my sensei to form some kind of rebuttal or encouragement.

"Kukuku, how very interesting, yes, even I didn't expect this much from you."

Well, encouragement it is, I won't even need to demonstrate it at this rate.

"But, it'd be much more convincing if you could prove it."

I confidently pulled out a piece of paper specially prepared just for this. I'd been saturating it with my chakra for quite some time, and now it responded quite significantly to my will.

I set it down at the table, removing my hands, but keeping them in sight, and then I concentrated. I watched in repetitive fascination as the paper swayed to and fro, going so far as to float for a bit.

The Sannin was suitably impressed, "I see, now that is interesting." He got a faraway look, his own massive intellect working overtime to apply this to his work.

"Now to continue, with extrapolation, we can assume that it's possible to change ones chakra to suit some kind of material, rather than simply overwhelming what little chakra an inanimate object possesses. We already know that chakra can be changed in its very nature, expressed every single day with elemental techniques."

"So, you wish to say that one can change chakra into something other than the elements."

"I'm really not bringing anything new to the table; isolated cases of ninja using strange techniques are not uncommon. As I said earlier, the Sandaime Kazekage is an example of such."

"But," I continued before he could answer, "It's also exponentially difficult without a preexisting alignment to such things, commonly referred to as chakra nature. This is why these unique specimens mostly use only their special talent. It's why Konoha ninja don't use water techniques overall; they simply don't have an affinity for it."

"Very, very, interesting, I do hope you'll continue to make such discoveries while I do my own experimenting, I'll inform the Sarutobi-sensei of course."

"Go ahead; I just hope you can come up with some groundbreaking use of my discovery. Also, I hope you have a way to identify an object's signature, otherwise it's all trial and error." I got up, feeling rather proud of myself for leaving even Orochimaru mildly speechless through this whole affair.

But, honestly, I only shared this with him to cement myself as his favorite student; that kind of privilege doesn't come along every day. If only I had known just how incredibly successful it would be.

XXX

I looked down at my hands in frustration, I hated grinding, no; I really hated grinding. Which, of course, explained my frustration with my current mundane task: Hitting the Flagpole.

Well, not really a flagpole, but punching away at a post to get arm strength didn't appeal to me. At. All. Naturally, my own mature self kept reminding me how petty I was being, so, with unvoiced protest, I did it anyway.

It didn't stop me from practicing my Burning Touch technique though. Honestly, doing two things at once, or more, was a necessity for a busy guy like me. Seriously, my honored father has seen fit to bestow upon my proudly polite self the incredible honor of etiquette lessons.

Fugaku, in his own educated state, saw fit to rub in this rather awful state of affairs. It's not that I particularly disliked the lessons, or the teacher thereof, so much as I perceived them to be a waste of time for a busy guy like me.

Honestly, I was hoping to focus on fuinjutsu and now I'm diverted to taijutsu and politicking. Not fun.

Seriously, no one respects mushy mouthed guys; they respect well-spoken, polite, firm, and utterly handsome individuals. And, if my current looks are anything to go by, I'll fit at least three of those.

I punched again, ignoring the cauterization of my bloody hands in favor of punching again. At least with something like this you could let your mind wander a little.

In any case, it seems my little thinking session, and Orochimaru's subsequent report to Sarutobi, went well. I like figuring out pseudo-science like chakra and fuinjutsu, and who knows, maybe, if I do enough thinking, I'll make it into a real science.

Nothing like telling the Hokage, "You want to control paper, make your chakra act like paper." And don't say it's impossible, obviously Konan was successful. That's not to say that just anybody can do it, but, with proper investigation and training, Konoha might just have a special metal/paper/glass-kinetic force in a few years.

Hopefully Danzo is not the one to pursue this, though I wouldn't be surprised if he was, never liked the guy. Not that I've met him, to be frank.

I punched again, maybe it really was time to crack down and learn that Rasengan, yes, I think it is.

I finished my quota of punches, and then sauntered over to the hospital, luckily, the Uchiha have their very own medic-nin here, so, I can kiss my wounds good-bye.

"Training, wooden pole, unintentional, totally expected, completely minor, the pain is throbbing." I rattled off, happy with my own memory prowess.

The doctor looked unimpressed, opting to just write my answers to the mandatory questions down wordlessly before healing my hands up.

"Have a good day," He said rather mechanically as he got up to leave.

"You as well sir, may life favor you with good fortune because of your goodness to me." It sounded so much like a starving person thanking their savior that it was almost funny; almost. Starving is no way to die, and certainly not funny.

Choking on your own blood while you bled out was no way to die either; and one that was entirely gross. I hated washing clothes, and bloodstains always meant you had to. On that note, blood doesn't actually spurt out much from wounds on the neck, but even a little is cause for concern.

I suppose this is my own extraordinary way of coping with killing, worrying about cleaning my clothes afterwards. But really, killing can be so expensive.

I hurried back to the Uchiha training grounds, where I would not be seen by enemy eyes. I'd not forgotten to bring the toughest and most spherical water balloons available, to my wallet's dismay.

Fortunately for me, D-ranks provided a reasonable supplement to my allowance, plus I didn't have to pay for most of my meals. Let it not be said that belonging to a clan is without advantages, though the responsibilities are not inconsequential.

Now, swirl my chakra inside the balloon without popping it. Or does popping come first? I think it does, let's go with that.

I focused, sending my chakra into the water, noting the strange interaction between the two. I hope this was done with a water balloon, and not a normal one, I think I've got this right.

I starting rotating my chakra around, in every direction at once or some such hog-wash, right? Not a thing, if that's what it did the sphere wouldn't rotate, so at the very least, one direction trumped the others.

I relished the feeling of the water spinning faster and faster as I got the hang of it. Eventually the centrifugal force would burst the balloon, so I continued. For minutes the swirling accelerated, but I pressed on, and finally, in one abysmally wet display, the balloon burst.

At those kinds of speeds… well, let's just say I can understand why this is… was… will be a feared technique. Now to do it faster.

I spent all evening speeding up my 0 to 60 acceleration, finally hitting an acceptable mark for the day after using up almost all of my balloons. Before turning in for the night, I ate an uneventful meal with my family.

I got up as early as always, stretching and eating before heading out to meet with my genin team. D-rank done, we then moved on to kunai throwing, each of us working on a different aspect, for myself this was speed and left-handed throwing, plus the all-around moving target practice.

It's actually surprising how much you know about how kunai move after you've dodged hundreds of them. Orochimaru really is an excellent teacher.

The end of our team session came none too soon for me, as I was eager to get back to the Rasengan. I did not neglect to buy more balloons, and fill them at home.

I was not stupid, there was no way I'd be using the Rasengan wherever I went, or even in front of anyone. It was Minato's signature jutsu, and it would stay that way.

No, if anyone saw it, it'd be because they'd be dead by it in short order.

Those thoughts aside, I picked up a water balloon, now to go as fast without popping it.

There was only one way to do this, make it turn inward even more. This is the part that makes it 'self-sustaining' no doubt.

I channeled my chakra, willing it to make tighter turns, with some success at the early levels. The degree of control required to keep it where I wanted it was rather high though. Higher than I could consistently manage, if the broken balloon in my palm was anything to go by.

No one said it'd be easy, continue.

I willed my chakra faster; it had to be fast, while pushing it to make tighter and tighter turns, not forgetting to tell it to go in every possible direction.

Maybe I was looking at this wrong, perhaps the sphere as a whole rotated, while the chakra that made it went every which way inside. Well, nothing I couldn't try.

Three Days Later

Hah! Insider information really was king. That is, if the fact that the balloon doesn't pop anymore is anything to go by.

As it turned out, my theory was correct; the ball of chakra was something like its own entity turning every which way inside of itself and rotating as a whole. It was a strange situation where a… molecule, if you will, of chakra moved to the right, but its final destination was to its left.

I was all rather hard to explain, and I won't say I understand the technique yet, I still need to pop a rubber ball with it.

Actually, maybe my understanding is incorrect, what if chakra worked like gravity? In essence, this would mean that chakra is attracted to other sources of chakra, the larger the source, the greater the attraction.

So, with a dense sphere of chakra, all its wayward parts that would otherwise leave due to centrifugal force are pulled back in with the 'gravity'. Making the Rasengan like one big network of satellites, except these ones orbit the chakra.

That actually makes a good bit of sense, but I'm not going to put money on it. I could just be getting carried away because no one is here to prove me wrong.

Anyway, I doubt anyone'll ever fully understand the laws of chakra, if it even has them. We could get into a huge debate over why the human mind, and Bijuu for that matter, can control such a pseudo-physical energy.

It all screams of fantasy world, oh joy, this is fantasy world. Maybe I should come to terms with that first? Heck, I'm not even sure that all the laws of physics even apply here. Luckily, or unluckily, I don't know all the laws of physics.

This is all one massive rabbit trail though; for now, I need a rubber ball or two. Unsurprisingly, it took a while to find a suitably solid piece of unforgiving black rubber. I have no idea if there was anything special about Jiraiya's ball, so solid it is.

I marched over to my training ground, picking up the ball with confidence.

Overconfidence it seemed, channeling chakra through the ball was far harder than saturating water with it. Nevertheless, I continued, willing my chakra to spin, it didn't work, it didn't budge. Perhaps if I kept my chakra ethereal until the moment of truth?

I did as much, swirling my intangible chakra in the area occupied by the ball in that indescribable manner. Faster and faster it spun, until I suddenly turned it into physical chakra that could interact with reality, the ball lurched and groaned, cracks forming all over it.

But it did not burst. The thing had to burst, I just knew it. I didn't even know if this was the way to do it.

In any case, I can certainly see why Kakashi added elemental chakra to his own attempt at the Rasengan. It's laughably tempting to just turn my chakra into a blazing inferno that would easily obliterate the ball. But, there's a reason Minato didn't do this in his life-time, it's not safe.

Well, I assume that's the reason, maybe the blonde just wanted it to be wind chakra so bad he didn't bother with other natures.

Sounds like something he might do.

I picked up my second ball, this time letting my chakra remain physical the entire time. The ball was so solid however, that it just spun around and around along with. Dangerous, but not what I was looking for.

Still, I kept at it, reasoning that the inside of the ball was being torn to shreds by the many-directional chakra. In fact, I kept at it so long that I began to get dizzy, all that spinning giving me my worst yet head-ache, in this world. I'd had worse before though.

I woozily inspected the ball for damage, finding absolutely zero, I must have overlooked something. Maybe I had forgotten to spin my chakra every which way?

That didn't seem likely, I lazily swirled chakra inside the rubber ball, what was I missing? Water and rubber were fundamentally different, was I misunderstanding some other part?

Perhaps I just needed to hold onto the rubber ball with my other hand, forcing to remain still while my chakra forced it to move, in the end making it disintegrate.

Or was I misunderstanding the 'in every direction' when you think about it, fundamentally a sphere spinning is actually going every direction.

That had to be it; my understanding was shoddy, my training sloppy, and my results wimpy. I went at once and bought more water balloons, and an extra rubber ball.

I inserted chakra into a water balloon, spinning the water at an impossible speed, popping the balloon in less than two minutes. Too slow, I repeated the action, no change.

Hmmm, there had to be a better way, layers; that had to be it. I layered my sphere; essentially, this meant that one quarter inch layer turned clockwise, the next layer counterclockwise, and so on, until the sphere was completed.

I spun it inside a water balloon relishing the feeling of thrumming power inside. I accelerated it, causing the water to become so disturbed that the balloon stretched like crazy, but it did not burst. I was not amazed, nor was I disappointed, this would work on the rubber, I knew it would, the balloon was just a test of stability.

I picked up a rubber ball, channeling chakra into it in the same manner, now for speed.

I spun my chakra around and around, nearly losing some of my layers a couple of times.

Unsurprisingly, the ball was wrenched into pieces under the opposite forces once I reached something close to my top speed.

Yes, this would do nicely, very nicely.

Time to test this piece of work out; I marched over to a post, already forming the orb of destruction called Rasengan.

I marveled at the blue appearance and started to feel chakra drain, so I quickly slammed it into the pole, relishing the way it gave way before the churning of my chakra. The sphere went straight through, even as I released it and it spun away, finally dispersing after a few feet.

Yes, one Rasengan for a week's work, not bad Nanashi my friend, not bad.

A/N: So, chapter ten is out of the bag.

Before you all chew me out for… go ahead, I'm happy with this chapter.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. Please Review, less than 10% of people do, don't you want to be in the top 10 percentile? Eh, whatever, I'll keep on writing, even if you don't. Still, I like to hear your thoughts and opinions.

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