Chapter 13.1- One Thousand Hands

Ninjutsu was no longer fun. He had come to realise. Learning it at least. It came so easily that there was no challenge in it at all. It was almost the same as breathing or whatever. He could perceive chakra down to the atomic level. But not just the chakra of others. That same level of perception extended itself to his own chakra reserves. He could feel his chakra so intimately that there was very little chance of him getting a jutsu wrong more than once. His chakra control felt like it didn’t even matter anymore. He could basically will his chakra to do whatever he wanted (within reason).

Wind release Rasenshurinken? Easy. He’d just spread his hands and formed the jutsu. He was also cognisant enough of his reserves that he cold tell that his eyes did not compare to the Six Eyes from Jujutsu Kaisen at all. Those eyes had never made sense to him either way. How could they take the User’s energy consumption to basically zero. Surely there were just some things that took more energy than others. His eyes took that truth into account. When he formed the Rasenshuriken, or at least began forming it, he’d found that if he wanted to create anything close to what Naruto had shown off in the anime then he would find himself in the hospital again. This time, for Chakra Exhaustion. And this time with the guarantee that Tsunade was never going to let him hear the end of it. Even worse, she’d get Mito in on it and between the both of them, they’d frustrate him to death.

With that realisation, he gave up on the Rasenshurinken and simply formed a smaller scale jutsu. A mini rasenshurinken. Instead of having the power to destroy forests, this one just devastated three trees of so. Still more than enough to kill anyone he’d be facing. And the rest of his jutsu came even easier. He’d found that he could shorten everything to basically a single seal now with how aware he was of his own chakra. He couldn’t quite make everything sealless for some reason. Most jutsu needed that initial catalyst to work at all. One-handed seals had also come to him with ease.

And so with Ninjutsu basically a non-issue, he’d moved most of his training to other disciplines. That was what led him to the Training Ground he was walking into. He’d expressed a desire to continue his gentle fist training to one of the aides at his Mother’s place and she had gotten back to him two days later to inform him that the Clan Head had secured him the services of a Jounin from the clan to work on his skill.

“Come in, Shorirama-san. Do not dither” He heard the voice from the clearing and nodded before walking out of the clearing. He met a man with long black hair that fell past his shoulders, pale skin, and the telltale lavender eyes of the Hyuga Clan. His Jounin vest was immaculate, and the headband that he wore proudly around his neck was similarly maintained.

“I have been charged with taking your grasp of the Gentle Fist to the next level. I had the pleasure of watching your matches at the Genin Exhibition, so I have already formed a detailed account of your strengths and weaknesses. I am told that you will not be cleared for missions for at least three months so we will be using that time for intensive remedial training that should be enough to get you to the level that would be expected for a Hyuga of your age”

I made to speak up, but he continued heedless.

“Hiroshi-sama has cleared everything, both with Hokage-sama, and your Jounin-sensei.” He continued on.

A/N; New chappy.