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Naruto walks into then exam room to take his early graduation test.
Bando, arms crossed with a disdainful expression, glares at Naruto. "Uzumaki, let's see if you're as incompetent as everyone says. Show us the substitution jutsu."
Mora, with a sneer, adds, "Don't embarrass yourself too much, if that's even possible."
Undeterred by their hostility, Naruto takes a deep breath and positions his hands into the ram seal. A surge of green chakra surrounds him as he yells, "Kawarimi no Jutsu!" A poof of smoke ensues, but to the senseis' amusement, Naruto remains in the same spot.
Bando scoffs, "Pathetic. Can't even vanish properly."
Mora smirks, "Maybe he's better suited for cleaning duty."
Naruto, feeling the weight of their scorn, clenches fists.
Unfazed, Mora sneers, "Alright, show us those legendary clones of yours, Uzumaki. This should be good."
Naruto, determined to redeem himself, swiftly forms the three hand seals for the bunshin. A massive surge of green chakra envelops him, creating anticipation. However, as the smoke clears, disappointment sets in — there's nothing but the lingering chakra and Naruto standing alone.
Bando grins sarcastically, "Clones are a basic skill, Uzumaki. Maybe too advanced for you."
Mora adds, "I've seen genin toddlers do better. This is just sad."
Naruto, now facing increased pressure, locks eyes with his senseis. Despite the humiliation, a spark of determination glows in his eyes, signaling that he's not ready to give up just yet.
Bando smirks, "Looks like the great Naruto Uzumaki can't even master basic jutsus. What a disappointment."
Mora adds with a mocking tone, "Maybe you should stick to pranks, Naruto. The ninja life clearly isn't for you."
Naruto, his face burning with frustration and determination, clenches his fists. "Give me another chance! I can do this!"
Bando and Mora share a derisive chuckle, their mockery echoing through the training ground. Bando sneers, "You're a lost cause, Uzumaki. Maybe try your luck in the flower arrangement club."
Mora adds, "I've seen better ninja potential in a sleeping cat. This is just sad."
Naruto, stung by their words, clenches his fists, but determination glints in his eyes. He refuses to let their scorn define his journey. Despite the harsh judgment, he mutters to himself, "I'll prove them wrong. I'll become a ninja, no matter what."
Naruto, feeling the weight of failure, rushes out of the classroom, his footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. He finds solace on his favorite swing in a secluded part of the training ground. As he watches other kids proudly leaving the academy with freshly donned headbands, their parents congratulating them, a mixture of longing and frustration fills Naruto's heart.
From a distance, he overhears snippets of congratulatory conversations. One parent praises, "Our little ninja did so well!" Another beams with pride, "The future of our village is bright." Meanwhile, Naruto sits alone, unnoticed and uncelebrated.
Suddenly, an older academy student walks by, giving Naruto a disdainful glance. "Looks like Uzumaki failed again. What a joke." The words cut deep, but Naruto remains steadfast on the swing, his eyes fixed on the horizon.
A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and Naruto whispers to himself, "I'll show them. I'll become the best ninja this village has ever seen, and they won't be able to ignore me." The determination in his voice contrasts with the solitude of the swing, creating a quiet resolve amidst the echoes of celebration from afar.
As the night deepens, Naruto remains on the swing, shrouded in solitude. The moonlight casts a somber glow on the empty training ground, and the distant sounds of celebration from the successful graduates become mere echoes. Alone in his thoughts, Naruto contemplates his future.
When the last flickers of celebration disappear, Naruto finally decides to leave. As he takes a step, a sudden weight pulls him down, and he crashes to the ground. "What the hell!" he yells, frustration etched across his face. He pulls off his ninja sandals, hoping to find an explanation for the strange resistance.
To his shock, he discovers that his entire foot has turned into stone. Panic sets in, and Naruto frantically examines it, running his fingers over the rigid surface. "No, no, this can't be happening," he mutters to himself, disbelief and fear intertwining in his voice.
The moon overhead seems to cast an eerie light on his predicament. Naruto, alone in the darkness, realizes the severity of the situation. He tries to stand again, only to be met with the harsh reality that his foot remains frozen in stone. he collapses back on the ground.
Tears well up in Naruto's eyes, a mixture of frustration and despair. Feeling the weight of his predicament, he channels his anger into a forceful punch against the swing, shattering it into pieces. In the moonlit darkness, he picks up a sizable fragment of wood, fashioned into a makeshift cane to support his unsteady steps.
His voice trembles with a mix of sadness and anger, "Damn it, damn it, why me?" Naruto yells into the night, the echoes of his frustration bouncing off the empty training ground.
Hobbling toward the Hokage's office, each step becomes a painful reminder of his newfound affliction. The makeshift cane, though providing support, does little to ease the emotional turmoil brewing within him.
As he approaches the Hokage's office, Naruto takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. With determined yet pained eyes, he mutters, "They have to know. Maybe they can do something about this." The silhouette of the Hokage tower looms overhead, and Naruto presses forward, hoping for answers in the silent corridors of the village at night.
Hobbling up the Hokage tower, Naruto clings to the makeshift wooden cane, his determined footsteps echoing in the silent corridors. Ignoring the secretary's attempt to stop him, he pushes open the imposing double doors to the Hokage's office. In his urgency, he stumbles and falls face-first, the doors swinging open to reveal the Third Hokage behind his desk, diligently immersed in paperwork.
"Jiji! You have to do something," Naruto exclaims, his words rushing out in a frantic blur. "I don't know what happened, but my right foot—I can't move it, and it's turned to stone."
The Third Hokage, initially puzzled, looks up from his desk. "Naruto, my boy, what do you me—," he begins, only to pause as his gaze falls upon the stony foot laid out before him. The room falls into a tense silence as the severity of Naruto's condition becomes evident.
The Third Hokage's expression shifts from curiosity to concern as he rushes over to Naruto. With swift yet precise hand movements, he performs diagnostic jutsus over the stone-encased foot, hoping to unravel the mystery of this unusual affliction. However, the jutsus yield no answers, leaving both Naruto and the Third Hokage in a state of uncertainty.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, the Third Hokage makes a decisive move. Without hesitation, he scoops Naruto into his arms and, in a blur of speed, jumps through the open window of his office, leaving behind the paperwork and the room's tranquility.
In the Shinobi Hospital, medics swiftly take charge, guiding Naruto to a specialized room equipped for intricate examinations. The room is filled with an array of advanced medical equipment, each piece humming with chakra-infused precision. The air is antiseptic, and the soft hum of machinery creates an almost surreal atmosphere.
Naruto is carefully placed on a medical bed, surrounded by attentive medics. The Third Hokage stands by, his concern etched on his face. The medics run a battery of tests, using advanced jutsu-infused tools to analyze the stone-encased foot. Days turn into a week as the medical team tirelessly works to unravel the mystery.
Throughout the process, Naruto undergoes a series of examinations, enduring both physical and chakra-based tests. The room becomes a hive of activity, filled with the low hum of machinery, hushed conversations among the medical staff, and the occasional sound of Naruto's frustrated exclamations.
In moments of solitude, Naruto's mind races with uncertainty about his future as the medics meticulously analyze every detail of his condition. The Third Hokage, watching over Naruto's bedside, remains a steady presence, determined to find a solution to this mysterious and debilitating affliction.
After a week of exhaustive tests, the Third Hokage solemnly enters Naruto's room, his face carrying the weight of unwelcome news. He takes a deep breath before speaking, "We know what it is, Naruto, but unfortunately, there is no way for us to reverse it. I'm sorry, my boy, but with this condition, you cannot be a ninja." His voice resonates with genuine sadness.
Naruto, devastated, feels the crushing weight of the world collapsing around him. The dreams he held so dearly are slipping away. Panic sets in, and he starts to hyperventilate. "What... what is it?" he manages to ask, his words shaky and punctuated by the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
The Third Hokage, a sense of regret in his eyes, sighs, removing his Hokage hat. "You know about chakra, the energy we ninja use for ninjutsu, genjutsu, fuuinjutsu and taijutsu, But there's another source called natural chakra. It cannot be controlled. Somehow, it was absorbed into your body, turning your foot into stone. There is no known method to purify natural energy that has already solidified. I'm sorry," he finishes, bowing his head.
A heavy silence settles in the room, the only sounds being Naruto's erratic breathing and the distant hum of medical equipment. The reality of the irreversible condition sinks in, leaving Naruto to grapple with the shattered fragments of his dreams.
Naruto, his voice breaking from sadness, asks a question that changes everything. "What's fuuinjutsu? I've never heard of that, old man."
The Hokage, despite the somber atmosphere, smiles slightly at Naruto's continued interest in the ninja arts. He sees an opportunity and gets a great idea.
"Fuuinjutsu, Naruto, is the sealing arts," the Hokage explains. "By learning different characters and matrices that make up a seal, you can do things like seal an object in a scroll or create an explosive seal. In fact, the Uzumaki were known for their mastery of seals," the Third Hokage, Hiruzen, adds, causing Naruto's eyes to widen at the revelation that he has a clan.
The Hokage's smile widens as he sees a glimmer of hope in Naruto's eyes. "Even though traditional ninja techniques may be out of reach, fuuinjutsu might be something you can specialize in. It's a powerful and versatile art, and who knows, you might even surpass the legends of the Uzumaki in this field."
Naruto, initially crestfallen, starts to feel a renewed sense of purpose. The prospect of mastering fuuinjutsu becomes a beacon of hope in the midst of his shattered dreams. The Hokage, sensing Naruto's resilience, silently pledges support for the young ninja's new path.
The Third Hokage forestalls any questions Naruto has about his clan. "If you want to know about them, seek the information out yourself," he states firmly. "I won't hand you the knowledge, but when you're discharged tomorrow, I will have a beginner fuuinjutsu scroll at your apartment for you, with a more advanced scroll dropped off every month," he finishes, offering Naruto a chance to reclaim a sense of purpose.
Naruto's eyes light up with excitement, his mouth practically drooling at the prospect of learning a new skill. "Just you wait, old man! I'll learn the seal thingies and be so great I won't need to walk!" he yells, faking bravado to cover the lingering disappointment.
The Third Hokage can see through Naruto's attempt at bravado, but he gives him a warm smile nonetheless. "I believe in your potential, Naruto. Seize this opportunity, and who knows, you might redefine what it means to be a ninja," the Hokage encourages, recognizing the resilience and determination in the young ninja before him.
The Third Hokage, with a nod of reassurance, disappears, leaving Naruto to contemplate his newfound path. Alone in his thoughts, Naruto wrestles with the stark reality of his inability to be a conventional ninja. The weight of unfulfilled dreams and the haunting nightmares from the Nine-Tails stir within him as he tries to sleep.
The night is restless for Naruto, filled with visions of monstrous chakra tails and echoing whispers of the Nine-Tails. Nightmares grip him, playing on his deepest fears and insecurities, a cruel reminder of the challenges he faces.
When he wakes the next day, beads of sweat dotting his forehead, Naruto is relieved to find himself in the familiar yet humble surroundings of his apartment. The morning sun filters through the cracks in the blinds, casting a warm glow on the worn-out furniture.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Naruto notices a new addition to his Spartan living space—the fuuinjutsu scroll sitting prominently on his table. His excitement reignites as he eagerly reaches for it, unrolling the parchment to reveal the intricacies of the sealing arts.
With a determined gleam in his eyes, Naruto sets forth on a new journey, the promise of mastering fuuinjutsu offering a glimmer of hope in the wake of shattered dreams. The Third Hokage's faith in his potential becomes a driving force as Naruto begins to navigate the uncharted waters of this unique and challenging path.
Two months later, Naruto's apartment is shrouded in a black cloud of smoke, accompanied by a small explosion, as he screws up another stroke in his seal. Coughing, his face covered in soot and clothes marked with burn spots, he mutters, "Another failed matrix."
Undeterred by the mishap, he towers over the three fuuinjutsu books he's received from the Third Hokage. Despite the repeated setbacks, Naruto remains resolute, determined to grasp the intricacies of sealing scrolls.
Unfazed, he sits back at his desk, pulling out ink and a brush. With meticulous precision, he adds the correct characters, creating the intricate links needed to power the seal. Satisfied, he states, "Done," looking over the parchment with a scrutinizing eye.
"Now for the rest of it," he says, drawing the matrix to seal with a location identifier being the scroll, along with an unseal matrix indicating the space above the scroll for the item to be unsealed. He binds those characters together into a matrix to prevent the space from decaying or changing.
"Finished. Let's try it out," Naruto declares with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Placing a precious Ramen packet down on the scroll, he whispers prayers for its safety. Making the ram sign, he calls out, "Fuuin!"
The room is enveloped in a soft, pulsating glow as chakra weaves through the carefully crafted seal. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, with a sudden shimmer, the Ramen packet disappears, leaving Naruto both stunned and ecstatic.
"I did it! The Ramen is safe!" he cheers, a wide grin replacing the earlier frustration. Naruto's persistence in mastering fuuinjutsu begins to pay off, opening a new chapter in his journey as he navigates the delicate art of sealing with newfound confidence.
"Now, to test unsealing," Naruto states, his excitement palpable. Forming the same hand sign and whispering, "Kai," he releases the chakra, and a subtle ripple passes through the air. In an instant, the Ramen packet reappears, delicately placed right on top of the scroll.
Naruto's eyes widen with astonishment, a mixture of pride and disbelief filling his expression. "No way! It actually worked!" he exclaims, examining the perfectly unsealed Ramen packet.
In that moment, a surge of confidence courses through Naruto. The countless failures and smoky mishaps fade into the background as he realizes the tangible progress he's made. The room, once filled with the residue of unsuccessful attempts, now glows with the subtle triumph of a budding fuuinjutsu master.
With newfound determination, Naruto eagerly contemplates the possibilities that fuuinjutsu holds for him, a path he never anticipated but one that now unfolds before him with promising potential. The Third Hokage's belief in Naruto's ability to redefine what it means to be a ninja seems less like a distant dream and more like an achievable reality.
Six months have passed since Naruto's successful sealing scroll. Immersed in his studies, he has become somewhat of a recluse, spending every waking moment delving into the intricacies of fuuinjutsu. His stone foot confines him indoors, creating a silent space where the rustling of scrolls and the scratching of brushes against parchment are the only sounds.
In the small apartment, Naruto's eyes are fixed on the intricate diagrams of the essence suppression seal. He has been painstakingly working on it, hopeful that this seal might hold the key to managing the peculiar chakra in his right foot. With meticulous care, he finishes the seal, double-checking each matrix for errors before applying it to his foot.
As the essence suppression seal takes effect, Naruto feels a surge of satisfaction, believing he might finally gain control over the troublesome chakra. Yet, to his frustration, the strange chakra in his right foot remains unaffected. The disappointment builds within him, and he can't contain his frustration, screaming, "Damn it!"
A year passes, and Naruto, now twelve years old, has made progress in fuuinjutsu. He can craft one-man barrier seals, yet his stone foot remains an unsolved mystery. The desperation in his eyes is palpable as he faces the limitations of his abilities, the weight of frustration and determination etched on his young face. The apartment, once a sanctuary of study and hope, becomes a silent witness to Naruto's internal struggle.
Driven by a renewed sense of determination, Naruto delves back into the fuuinjutsu books, hoping to find a solution to his lingering problem. As he flips through the pages, he stumbles upon chakra exercises aimed at improving chakra control. A spark of realization ignites within him, and a plan forms in his mind.
Hobbling off with a makeshift cane, Naruto heads to the nearby forest. The towering trees become his training ground as he endeavors to practice tree walking, a fundamental exercise to enhance chakra control. With each step, he focuses on channeling chakra to the soles of his feet, attempting to mimic the gentle connection between his chakra and the tree's surface.
each attempt ends in failure, and he feels the crushing weight of inadequacy.At his breaking point, Naruto's chakra reacts violently, swirling around him like a storm. The air crackles with tension as his emotions manifest in the turbulent energy surrounding him. In a fit of rage and desperation, he throws his cane and hobbles toward a tree. With a surge of anger, he kicks it with his stone foot, expecting the familiar numbness.To his astonishment, he feels the impact. The sensation courses through him, a stark departure from the usual numbness. Naruto is frozen, absorbing the revelation that, for the first time, he could sense something through his stone foot.
Motivated by newfound determination, Naruto returns to the village, eager to explore further chakra exercises outlined in his fuuinjutsu books. He discovers techniques like water walking, leaf balancing, and meditation—each holding the promise of enhancing his chakra control.
The struggle persists as Naruto continues to grapple with tree walking. It takes him a month of relentless effort, stumbling and picking himself back up, before he finally masters the techniques.
Moving on to water walking, Naruto dedicates two months to the practice. His efforts pay off as he finally masters the skill, a subtle transformation occurring. The heel of his stone foot, once lifeless and pale, gradually regains its natural color—a testament to the progress he's made.
Armed with his knowledge of fuuinjutsu, Naruto delves into advanced techniques. The resistance seal becomes a valuable ally, allowing him to push beyond his physical limitations. Additionally, the chakra weight seal proves instrumental in increasing both his speed and chakra capacity.
Naruto continues his training hobbling back to the forest to meditate.
In the secluded space of meditation, Naruto undergoes a transformative experience. As he delves deep into the connection with his chakra, his once blue eyes turn golden, a radiant hue that resonates with newfound energy. The ethereal sensation of being attuned to the chakra of every shinobi in the village washes over him.
"Whoa, what is this?" Naruto utters in amazement, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. The kaleidoscope of chakra signatures surrounds him, each one like a unique melody contributing to the symphony of the village.
As he scrambles to his feet, Naruto's head pounds with the influx of information. It's as if the entire village has opened up to him in a flood of energy. Amidst the mental whirlwind, he makes a staggering discovery—his stone foot, once an unyielding symbol of limitation, has reverted to its regular color.
Tears well up in Naruto's eyes as the weight of this realization sinks in. His dream of becoming a ninja, seemingly crushed by the unforgiving stone foot, is miraculously restored. He jumps up and down, the physical and emotional release intertwining in a dance of unbridled joy.
"Yatta!" he yells unbridled joy welling up inside.
Naruto's golden eyes fade back to their usual blue hue as he sprints to the Hokage office, fueled by the excitement of showcasing his fixed leg. Bursting through the doors with unbridled enthusiasm, he calls out, "Jiji!" and leaps, extending his leg to reveal the miraculous transformation.
The Hokage, caught off guard by Naruto's exuberance, gazes in astonishment at the now healed leg. "What in the world happened, Naruto?" he queries, curiosity etched on his face.
Excitement bubbling over, Naruto launches into an animated explanation. He recounts his journey, detailing the exhaustive study of fuuinjutsu, the struggles with chakra control exercises, and the unexpected breakthrough during meditation. Naruto forgets not everyone can sense chakra, and his tale unfolds with fervent gestures and a rapid-fire narrative.
The Hokage listens intently, absorbing the incredible journey that led to this unforeseen recovery. "Fuuinjutsu and chakra control exercises, you say?" the Hokage muses, realizing the unconventional path Naruto has taken.
Eagerly, Naruto interrupts his thoughts, "Jiji, can I go back to the ninja academy? I want to be a ninja!"
A pause lingers in the air before the Hokage responds, "It's too late to join the academy, Naruto. However, I can provide you with a tutor to refine your skills. If, in a year, you demonstrate the necessary abilities, I'll consider placing you in a reserve unit."
The weight of the Hokage's words settles on Naruto, the prospect of a year-long journey ahead. Determination sparks in his eyes as he nods fervently. "I'll do it, Jiji! I'll show you I can be a great ninja!"
And so, an unconventional chapter begins for Naruto—a journey not defined by the typical academy path but one where resilience, unique skills, and unyielding spirit carve a distinct destiny.
Aoba, wearing his sunglasses with an air of cool composure, acknowledges the mission with a nod from the Hokage. He turns to Naruto, a hint of a wry smile playing on his lips as he introduces himself, "I'm Aoba. Your instructor for the next three months." Naruto's eyes light up, an infectious eagerness emanating from him.
As they walk towards Training Ground 3, Naruto eagerly trails behind Aoba, bombarding him with questions. "Hey, Aoba-sensei! Can you teach me some jutsu? Maybe some super cool moves?" Naruto's enthusiasm is met with a chuckle from Aoba, who replies, "Patience, Naruto. We'll get to that."
Arriving at the training ground, Aoba surveys the area, the sun casting long shadows on the uneven terrain. He turns to Naruto, and with a hint of mischief in his voice, declares, "Our first lesson—Konoha taijutsu." Naruto's eyes widen with anticipation.
Aoba begins with a graceful demonstration, showcasing the fluidity of Konoha taijutsu. "It's not just about power; it's about precision and balance," he explains, his movements reflecting years of disciplined practice. Naruto, eager to emulate, dives into the exercises with unwavering determination.
The training ground becomes a dynamic stage for the exchange of knowledge. Aoba, with a blend of stern guidance and occasional humor, corrects Naruto's stances and provides insights into the essence of Konoha taijutsu. "Your body is your weapon, Naruto. Feel the rhythm of the technique," he advises.
Aoba turns to face Naruto, his sunglasses reflecting the determination in Naruto's eyes. "The best way to practice taijutsu is with a willing partner. Come at me," he instructs, a challenge evident in his voice.
Naruto, fueled by enthusiasm, nods eagerly. "Alright, Aoba-sensei! Get ready!" he exclaims, brimming with energy as he takes a deep breath.
The training ground becomes a stage for their impromptu bout, the air thick with anticipation. Naruto charges forward, his movements a blend of eagerness and unrefined determination. Aoba, calm and composed, maneuvers gracefully, showcasing the finesse of Konoha taijutsu.
Their clash echoes through the training ground—each punch, kick, and dodge carrying the weight of instruction and learning. Aoba, with a keen eye, offers guidance between exchanges. "Good form, Naruto, but watch your balance," he advises, deflecting a punch with practiced ease.
Naruto, absorbing the feedback, adjusts his approach, his determination unwavering. "Like this, Aoba-sensei?" he questions, attempting a revised sequence.
Aoba nods approvingly, "Exactly. You're catching on. Taijutsu is about adaptability and precision. Feel the rhythm of the fight."
As the spar intensifies, the training ground transforms into a dynamic arena where mentor and student engage in a dance of combat and instruction. The air crackles with energy, and Naruto, despite the physical exertion, wears a wide grin—the joy of learning and the thrill of combat merging into a singular experience.
In the midst of their exchanges, Aoba imparts not just physical techniques but also lessons on strategy and the essence of taijutsu. The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows as their training session unfolds—a vivid portrayal of growth, camaraderie, and the forging of a unique teacher-student bond on the path to becoming a shinobi.
Month later
Aoba observes Naruto's progress over the course of a month, the sun-drenched training ground witnessing the evolution of their dynamic. Satisfied with Naruto's grasp of taijutsu basics, Aoba deems it time to introduce a new facet of ninjutsu.
Naruto, catching his breath after their sparring session, looks at Aoba with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "What's next, Aoba-sensei?" he asks, anticipation coloring his words.
Aoba, sunglasses reflecting the flickering training ground flames, smirks. "Time to dip your toes into ninjutsu. Let's start with a basic Fire Style technique: Flame Bombs."
Naruto's eyes widen with intrigue. "Fire Style? Awesome! How do I do it?"
Aoba, demonstrating the technique, forms the required hand seals with precision. "Focus your chakra in your chest, then release it as you exhale sharply. It's all about control."
As Aoba introduces Naruto to the basics of Fire Style Flame Bombs, anticipation and excitement dance in Naruto's eyes. He mimics Aoba's hand seals, and with a deep breath, releases his chakra. However, the result is far from basic.
The green chakra, vibrant and potent, surges from Naruto's mouth with an intensity that far surpasses Aoba's expectations. What was meant to be controlled flame bombs transforms into a colossal fireball, engulfing the training ground in a brilliant display of green inferno.
Aoba, momentarily taken aback, recovers with a smirk. "Well, that's one way to make an entrance, Naruto. Your chakra is something else."
Naruto, wide-eyed and a bit surprised, looks at the unintended spectacle he created. "Oops, guess I got a bit carried away, Aoba-sensei. But it looks cool, right?"
Aoba chuckles, "Cool indeed. Your chakra is vibrant and powerful. Now, let's work on channeling that energy more precisely. Focus on controlling the size of the flame bomb."
Undeterred, Naruto takes Aoba's advice to heart. With determination etched on his face, he refines the technique. Inhaling deeply, he channels the green chakra with more finesse. This time, the resulting flame bomb is a controlled burst, showcasing the progress he's made.
Aoba nods in approval, "That's it, Naruto. Control is the key. Keep practicing, and you'll master it."
The training ground, once ablaze with the unintended grandeur of Naruto's chakra, now witnesses a more refined display—a testament to the unpredictable journey of a young ninja learning to harness the extraordinary power within.