[Uzumaki Ataru]

It was an bright Autumn day, the Sun was out and a lazy clump of clouds flittered across the sky across the breadth of Konoha wind swept through the trees roiling throughout the town sending a cascade of leaves sprinkling throughout the environment. Within a training yard, the fiery haired Uzumaki was hard at work tirelessly jumping from branch to branch through a panoply of trees weaving seals unless needing use of their hands to navigate the dense forestry. A streak of crimson dashing amongst verdant green, traversing through the bramble of green and dull trunks like a spastic spider monkey. Jerking this way and that on a dime, attempting to move throughout the obstacles with a semblance of irregularity remembering the time he had been chased by the Hatake and their fearsome Chakra Saber. 

Shuddering at recalling the memory within his mind, the boy uses a series of stout arms like monkey bars careening downwards until he lands in a roll skirting across the soft earth with a scathing heel digging their boot into the ground. As he comes to a stop besides some training dummies, the boy takes a deep breath before starting in on the training targets. Wailing on a particular dummy with a series of kicks and punches his hands wrapped with training tape performing a mix of open palm strikes and outright hitting into the wood with his fists. To a skilled user, he was using a mixture of the basic Academy style, as well as some free form stuff atop the Hyuugs's gokken techniques clearly visible in how he carries themselves within a combat stance and delivers blows against the indented wood. 

The Chuunin exams were coming up soon, and though he was freshly graduated he still wanted to make a good showing and do his village proud. And so he decided he would prepare and hone themselves to their utmost degree, wiping the sweat from their bow with the back of his sleeve as he stood fixated before the dummy. The symbol of Uzushiogakure and foremostly the Uzumaki clan stenciled on the back of their outfit, a swirling whirlpool symbol emblazoned upon a backdrop of stark blue. 

[Senju Kazuto]

Silence would shroud his training area as he completed his calisthenics. He felt the usual pleasant burn of his muscles after exertion, light as it was. He felt the soft pop of his joints when he stretched. Perhaps the only thing that he felt bad about was that this time he was alotted, this moment for himself to return to training more periodically was something his wife had agreed he needed. Even though he knew that she could take care of the twins, he felt a pang of guilt for letting her face the troublesome duo by herself. As Kazuto settled himself, he took a deep breath, considering on what to do. He made a mental checklist of abilities he perhaps needed to polish before his next assignment, a mission on to an island close to the maritime frontier with Mizu no Kuni. His Mokuton was still as sharp as it was, and his Flying Thunder God techniques remained as useful as better. Perhaps his taijutsu required to take some rust off, but he could ask Miho to help him with that whenever they had some time to spare. "Rasengan it is, then." He heard himself mutter. Drawing another breath, the Senju would extend his hand, closing his eyes as he began to picture his chakra beginning to swirl in the pal, of his hand, the process seamless as if were recreating a piece of artistry he had worked on before. Opening his eyes at the familiar sound of the swirling sphere, the size as close as big as his head. Clearly it hadn't lost any of the potency that he had managed to manifest before his time away from the village's military. His eyes narrowed as he looked for a target, finding a boulder and decided to test it against it. Taking a leap, the Senju would take a quick gait, gaining momentum before before he pushed the Rasengan forward and a huge boom echoed in the training yards, as the white flash settled, where a boulder had stood, not only a crater remained.

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

He could feel as each impact from his punches resonated within his knuckles, the shock from each blow striking into the wood sending a pulse down the back of his hand traveling into their wrists. Keeping up a steady tempo practicing the accuracy Raika had taught him without thinking until the rawness could be felt radiating its heat through into the center of their palm expanding outward to its edges. Coming to a stop the boy takes a shaky breath before looking across to the opposite end of the training yard, spotting the back of another shinobi at the edge of the field. A curious glint came to their eye as well as a wish to investigate further deciding to take a break from practicing his Taijutsu against the dummy, he runs up a trunk and leaps into the canopy of a tree overhead. Hopping from branch to branch until he can observe the mysterious black garbed man in question, watching from overhead as he muses and mutters.

As he extends their hand, the Uzumaki cranes his head their interest clearly piqued and eyes widening in a startled manner believing him to initially be about to practice similarly to him and see a bit of Taijutsu being performed though such thoughts come quickly dashed. Surprised as a vortex of overlapping chakra condenses into a whirling blue ball of energy within the palm of his hand, mesmerized as the technique takes form anchored within the center of their palm. It was beautiful and practically instantly formed, noting he hadn't used any hand seals when manifesting the ability. The sound of swirling caused his ears to twitch and the boy couldn't take his eyes off of it, watching as they lunged forth striking it into a boulder. Ataru's jaw dropped as a huge boom rocked the training yard, its echo scattering out amongst the trees in a large cacophony closely accompanied by a storm of hail born from slivers of rock and leftover pebbles.

Ataru was in awe at the sheer scale of destruction, completely gobsmacked at what just happened. "Woah..." His voice rang out somewhat loudly in the aftermath of its delivery, not even thinking to stay hushed or keep quiet given the scale of what he'd just seen firsthand. "Hey Mister, what the heck was that?!" He spoke with an incredulous tone, clearly amazed by what happened, studying the older Shinobi with a set of discerning amber gold eyes. Wondering who the man was, what that technique he just performed was called and how it worked. "Sorry for spying, I saw you from the opposite end of the field and wanted to see what you were practicing. I'm Ataru, Ataru Uzumaki. What's your name?" He spoke calmly, sincerely, a tinge of curiosity and excitement mingled together inside his voice with a flair of mirth accentuating it. Jumping down from his place in a nearby tree situated overhead, the headband situated along their brow underlines the mess of fiery red hair characteristic of their clan as well as serving to frame his young face as he offered to shake their had in a gesture meant to cement their introduction and be polite.

[Senju Kazuto]

A pelt of pebbles flew around hims, striking the gravel until no pebbel remained. He released a sigh and shook his dominand hand, not out of pain, for the technique didn't cause any discomfort but simply to stretch his fingers. He analyzed the damage that he had created with the technique, finding it acceptable, although considering that the energy that the collision had caused, it hadn't done the crater he actually hoped for. As he was about to begin a second run, he heard a voice behind him, turning slowly as he found a bright spot of red. A boy that looked too young to be a shinobi depite the headband that he wore. "Ah... Well. That was a technique." He said, certain that the boy would have probably made that assumption by himself. "It is called, Rasengan." He explained. Moving to pick up his belongings as he now understood that training by himself wasn't exactly a choice now, first picking up a piece of cloth to swipe away the beads of sweat that covered his skin, his eyes drifted the the boy as he would present himself as a member of the Uzumaki Clan. "Ataru..." He repeated. He had heard that name before, he had heard about a boy that hadn't seen his tenth winter raising to become a Genin. Likely a new progidy. If indeed Ataru was him, he felt that this meeting had seemed prearranged. As he glanced at the boy he would clear his throat, picking up a bottle of water before taking a quick drink. "I'm Senju Kazuto." He replied, giving him a small nod of acknowledgement. "I'm sorry if I disturbed your training. It wasn't my intention to do so, if you want your privacy I can leave."

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

The last of the stone rain finished falling down amongst them as the openings of their conversation occurs, reaching up he removes a stray pebble caught amidst the tresses of his fiery red hair. Though it was known to happen the feature was something usually more characteristic and prevalent in the women of the Uzumaki Clan. Ataru could be considered one of the lucky few or depending how you look at it unlucky, as such a brilliant brightly colored shade wasn't quite conducive to the more nuanced activities of a shinobi. Staring past the man slightly, he couldn't quite help the impressed look held across his features child-like awe intermingled with a genuine appreciation for whatever he had just observed. Only now fully taking the stock as to the full scope of damage he wrought now that he was up closer.

As the black garbed man speaks, Ataru patiently listens with a rapt sense of attention drawn to the newfound mystery surrounding both them in question as well as what he just observed. Inferring by his words and own deductions that it was a ninjutsu technique, their amber eyes seeming to glow just a bit more brighter verging on gold as he continues with their explanation. Upon hearing its name, it felt like stars might erupt from the boy's vibrant irises, as he mulled on the title of it. Wondering keenly as to its innerworkings as he uttered its name in reflection, looking to their palm as it comes uttered. "Rasengan. Cool!" Testing the word on his lips, he smiled from ear to ear clearly impressed and eager to know more, a bright smile plays across their features as he rocks forward and back on his heels in a sprightly manner.

"Nice to meet you, Kazuto-sama." His voice radiates into the air with an incredibly chipper tone accented by a tinge of mirth thrumming with calm strength and clarity. "It's fine, it's fine. I always enjoy meeting new people, I've only met one other Senju and she was a little bit older. I hope you don't mind me asking but how does that technique of yours work?" It was clear that the boy yearned for a semblance of knowledge and understanding, clearly having developed a keen interest and sense of curiosity upon witnessing the man at work only exemplified by their lively demeanor. "And if you don't mind, would be willing to train together?" He left in open ended hoping against hope that he might dare to teach him the technique but tempering his expectations in case the man didn't, it proved hard yet even if the Senju refused - Ataru saw this as an opportunity to be mentored by someone who was clearly strong and his senior as a Shinobi. Though the excitement dwelling within the young Uzumaki came unabashedly flowing not only within their behavior but starry yellow portals.

[Senju Kazuto]

"Ah, well, it is a complicated technique." He began as he turned to the boy, bending his knees and showing him the palm of his right hand. "It relies on the concept of shape transformation." He added, slowly making his chakra pulse, first forming a small swirl in his hand without much effort, the white ethereal flame dance above his flesh, slowly gaining shape and form as he focused the energy, the chakra gaining a more definite shape than a few seconds ago, until it would form a sphere as big as his head. "Once you reach the zenith of the shape transformation, the sphere stabilizes itself and is sustainable." He explained to the boy. "Then, upon contact, the energy is released and it grinds the enemy. In truth, external damage is not that remarkable, the strength of this technique is in the internal damage it can cause on individuals." The Senju said, as he closed his fingers and the Rasengan imploded in his grasp, flakes of chakra flying down like burning embers from a hearth to only disappear before they touched the soil. "It is a technique difficult to learn, harder to master, as the chakra needs to constant and granted shape at the same time, but once its complete it requires no more chakra than the one intended for its use." With the lesson done, he remembered the boy had wanted to train alongside him. In truth, he didn't see any problem with it. One of his duties, albeit tacitly was to be an example for the younger generations. And he hadn't begun to train seriously, so he could spare some of his time to guide the boy whenever he asked for help. "Sure, I don't see any problem with that, Ataru." Kazuto told him.

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

He nodded in a sage manner, his complete attention and focus entirely affixed on the subject at hand. He was a keen student and could flip the switch from goofball to studious on a dime as evidenced by their demeanor, tracing the outline of their finger in stark thought around the cusp of their jaw as he paid heed to his explanation from start to end. Watching as the man extends forth their palm with a discerning eye, listening in a enraptured manner as he also provides a direct physical demonstration. Watching as the chakra flowing with his hand pulses before enveloping it with a swirl contained inside their palm. As ethereal flame dances along the creases of their hand manifesting above the toned flesh. "Woah!

The gears in Ataru's mind began to turn, as he gained a semblance of understanding gleaming moreso from the live display while absorbing the ninjutsu theory that the Senju proffered in tandem - not one to leave anything out from gaining insight as he digested things. Chewing on the fat and processing the information as things continued. Eyes widening as the initial bedrock evolves into a corona of chakra lacing together into an overlapping ball that grows larger than his head. Amazement filled his expression once more as the light of his eyes exchanges hands from a star yellow to one bathed in a bright ocean blue hue off sheer energy, their smile matching the brilliance of the technique as it came fully realized.

So, the ability was one that didn't quite punch through something but rather roiled with overlapping tendrils along the surface grinding it away or inside of a person causing havoc on their internals. It sounded dangerous the boy admitted but so was a lot of other ninja techniques, in battle this amongst others could mean the difference between life and death. Watching as the Rasengan implodes within their palm as it shuts closed, fizzling out leaving an array of sparks to fly free from their palm akin to embers of a fire carried out by a light wind. "Heck yeah! Would you mind teaching me the Rasengan? I can see how hard it is, but I'm not one to give up just cause something's difficult." The boy was clearly determined as shown by the glint betwixt their eyes as Ataru met Kazuto's gaze with an unflinching conviction, he was no stranger to hard work verging into the territory of enduring through harsh treatment and even entering into the realm brutal violence. It might be surprising for one so young and usually bubbly, but then again perhaps not considering the nature of their path though it might certainly be sobering to gleam from one his age. Headband or no the Uzumaki sought to aspire and reach the same heights despite their age, with this acting as a potential cornerstone towards reaching that goal. 

[Senju Kazuto]

"I could." Kazuto replied, his features slowly shifting from understanding to concern. It wasn't a technique that spared chakra, specially during the stages in which the jutsu had to be learned. He had tried teaching it to many others and in the process they had burn themselves out and these had been seasoned shinobi far older than him. His age was another thing that the Senju kept in mind. Uzumaki or not, Genin didn't always had great reserves of chakra. At least he didn't think the boy would have since he hadn't anything from him that would tell him otherwise. "Ataru, while I do like your enthusiasm, I have to warn you, this is a difficult technique to learn." He said, making sure his tone would convey how the grade of difficulty that he was about to step in. "Even for Jonin it is." He would train him, but he would do so after imparting the knowledge that this could exact a great price on the young Uzumaki. "Furthermore, this deals with concept of shape transformation that are to the highest degree. Usually you would need to be a little bit older than your age before even trying." He would tell him, taking a knee and placing his hand on his shoulder. "Also, you need to be aware. I don't do half measures with training." The Senju explained, retiring his hand as he would study the reaction of the boy and consider whether or not to start the training. "I can give you guidance, but you need to find your own way to unravel the mysteries of the technique." He added, remembering how now one really helped him and how he had to learn the technique from an scroll that seemed far too old. "Deal?"

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

Choosing to dial it a bit back somewhat, he watched as the man’s face shifts transforming expressions into one mired in a sense of worry. Taking on a more reserved, measured manner, watching as the man took gauge of them, clearly weighing something on the scale within his mind, allowing them the time to gather their thoughts and explain things further at his own pace. Ataru could be especially patient when he wanted to and proved able to discern such a change, staying quiet as the elder Shinobi proceeds to speak up.

The boy rubbed beneath his chin, their thumb brushing under the cusp of his chin with the pointer finger resting beneath the cusp of their lip. Clearly turning more quiet and contemplative, reflecting upon the man’s words seriously as he laid everything out with a succinct yet well rounded summary. Gazing into the man’s eyes, transfixing their focus on them as he respectively worked out the content of his words and chewed on the fat.

"Wakatta (I understand), Kazuto Sensei. Even still, if you’re willing to teach me… I want to try.” Unlike those of his clan, Ataru didn’t have the mind nor type of inclination necessary to learn his clan’s hijutsu nor fuunjutsu. He had chakra and his own two fists to work with and the boy was determined that even despite these limitations, to not let it define nor limit himself in any form. He just had to find other ways to fight as a shinobi and so it came exemplified within their amber gaze that he was resolved to carry such a task out - no matter the difficulty.

Listening as the Senju further broke down how his training would be hard, the boy never wavered in his convictions, choosing instead to rise to the challenge. Nodding their head as he spoke about not taking half measures, the boy would never want them to do that anyways, age or not. Ataru proceeds to nod his head in affirmation, maintaining that he remained fully prepared to go through the ringer on this one while absorbing that for the most part this was something that relied just as much on him to work out as it did Kazuto’s instruction. "Deal.” The boy extends out his arm looking to cement things like men with a handshake.

[Senju Kazuto]

"Good." He said, reaching for the outstretched hand and enveloping it with his own fingers, the digits making the action look somewhat hilarious in the comparisson of the hands, shaking it softly to not hurt the boy. "Very well." Kazuto said, taking a step back, his hand going to one of the equipment pouches that hung from his waist, producing a single scroll and began to carefully unfurl it, reaching to a writing of a sela and pressing it with a thumb after forming the hand signs with a single hand. A white haze enveloped his hand and as it faded, a basket containing balloons filled with water materialized. Placing the basket down, his hand reached for a balloon, plucking it from the 'herd' and held it in one hand, before looking at the young Uzumaki. "The Rasengan requires to master three concepts, three stages. Rotation, Power and Containment." Kazuto explained. "Failure in any of these, and the technique will not be successful. The first step, rotation, you will need to use your chakra to move the water inside the baloon." He said, making his chakra move the water inside the object, the baloon began to expand, collapse and convulse until it popped, splashing water and shreading the plastic. "You need to do that." He said before he plucked another baloon and tossed it to Atarug giving little explanation else but what was needed. In part it was to test his resolve and also to see how willing to ask for advice the younger Uzumaki would be. With that he would take steps away, seeking to return to his own training and deciding that at least for now, communion with nature would be for the best. He could be reachable for the younger Shinobi and he could continue to reestablish his connection to nature.

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

Smiling at the man meeting his gesture in-return Ataru gives the Senju a hardy handshake, though his hand is dwarfed by the man's much larger one. His own reveals an impressive level of strength for one so young as well as imparting a roughly hewn texture as well as callouses lining the extent of their palm. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he certainly felt a measure of gladfulness upon hearing his answer as he shakes and they subsequently part. Gazing on as the man takes a single solitary step back and reaches into the pouch around his back, something in them dared him to move but perhaps he was just being overly jumpy after the training he'd done to improve his reaction time.

Watching as he materializes a scroll and subsequently unfurls it, the boy raises a brow wondering what the older Shinobi might be pulling forth out of storage to aid in his lesson. His thoughts go a thousand miles a second at what bad ass life threatening world ending item he wants to pull to the fore in order to learn such an amazing technique. His brain short circuits and fritzes for a couple moments as he sees a number of water balloons held inside a basket, blinking for another moment before his brain restarts back into a mode of coherent and contemplative thought. Just in time to listen to the man's breakdown, Ataru diligently listens and observes deciding to push away anymore ill conceived notions he might hold onto, instead deciding pay attention and act accordingly by merit of his mind.

"Rotation, Power, Containment." He recites it like a mantra, keeping the tenants firmly in mind as the rest of the explanation comes spilling forth from their lips. So, it needed a equal measure of all three aspects in order to take shape, keep its form, and deliver with enough punch. Watching as the water inside the object pushes and pulls, advances and recedes it was a wondrous spectacle to observe. Drawing his face near to it imprinting the memory of the demonstration inside his mind. He needed to memorize as much as he could and unravel its secrets himself as per their deal, staring on as the forks of pressure poke out from it before finally bursting. Leaving its shredded remains within the Jonin's hand as another one comes tossed from Kazuto's grasp into the Uzumaki's own, scratching at the bottom of his chin in stark thought even as he takes receipt of it.

Somehow he figured this was gonna take a lot of balloons, but he wasn't discouraged only determined to figure things out and the first step of trying was to do. "Here goes." He bites his bottom lip as he stages the balloon in the center of his palm, feeling it churn and drag as he runs chakra within it. The process begins but quickly proves to be extremely difficult for him to attain any forward progress, as chakra streams inside the bounds of the balloon. Watching as it moves and jostles within his hand, perhaps he was going about things wrong - letting loose the flood gates on his chakra the thinly veiled balloon expands and contorts twisting it on itself without much being accomplished. "Rotation, Power, Containment." He parrots again, seeming to be working out the process through experimenting and reflecting on what he was taught about the core principles of the technique. 

[Senju Kazuto]

Kazuto turned slightly to see what the boy was doing for a second. Noting that he was struggling with the basic concept of the technique. It was meant to be that way after all. If the technique wasn't hard to learn then it meant that it wasn't worth of using, nor powerful at all. And also in many ways, it was meant to try whoever attempted to learn the jutsu to make sure they were committed to every single step. With that in mind he would turn into his own training. Sitting cross legged and closing his eyes and drawing breath. Slowly, he would try to reach unto nature, unto the tress around him, unto every single piece of vegetation. The trees around the training yard groaned, creaked at his presence as if they awaited their command. No such thing really, but simply getting in sync with the abilities that were tied to the arcane alchemy of his blood. The trees reacted as he exhaled, the branches swaying softly in the intake of early autumn air. He felt somewhat pleased with himself, that even when he hadn't been active, he still maintained that connection with nature.

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[Uzumaki Ataru]

Recanting his belief on going through a fair few balloons, at least not quite yet. The boy narrowed his eyes as he poured more and more effort into the water balloon watching as it pulls, contorts, and otherwise shifts within the palm of their hand. He would not grow discouraged but after over half an hour without getting anywhere, the boy felt more than bit frustrated but remained determined. Deciding to change things up and perhaps think a bit more harder on what Kazuto said in regards to the basic tenants, he gazed upward wondering where he should start looking for inspiration or ideas in how to get past the first hurdle.

Turning an amber eye to Kazuto's personal training the boy's eyes widened as he witnessed yet another impressive display, one he had only seen once before. Looking on in a bit of awe at the sheer scope of the older shinobi's wood release, blinking in surprise as the reverberating groan from the row of trees sound aloud like a symphony of creaking wood. What is otherwise stagnant twists and contorts in a marvelous display of Mokuton. Watching as these usual static branches flow in a swaying manner back and forth on the tides of the autumn wind, shaking his head side to side he shouldn't be distracted.

Though a thought sprung to mind despite the break in his concentration, thus Ataru made his way to the nearby dock situated on a pond connected to the training field via a handful of steps. Coming to cusp of the gangway, he took off his jacket and folded it neatly setting it down at the edge alongside himself. Sticking a tongue out in reflective thought, he was struggling to come up with ways to alter the machinations inside the balloon. Sighing to himself, the boy idly skipped a couple stones before sitting still and focusing inwardly again but as he did a nearby breeze buffeted his form assailing the boy's back. The chill shook such thoughts from his mind causing the Uzumaki to huddle up with the balloon hugged close and held firmly, gazing out idly along the surface of the water.

Ataru watches as a single solitary leaf carried forth from the howling gale swoops down and lands upon the stilled surface of the water, causing it to ripple outwards. The wind doesn't let up flowing past the Genin causing the leaf to twirl in a circular motion along the surface, a spark forming in his mind at the sight of such a thing. Water, spinning, rotate, whirlpool, Uzushiogakure... looking to the right at his jacket with the emblazoned symbol along its sleeve as well as stenciled on its back. A jumble of thoughts instigated by nature and drifting traces of home lead to a eureka moment, instead of flowing your chakra in only a single rotating direction causing it to slosh around he should make the chakra fluctuate and rotate in multiple directions to cause it to burst. Smiling from ear to ear he seats the balloon back inside his palm, ready to begin again while wielding this newfound knowledge.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

Looking at the leaf's spinning rotation, he'd thought to himself momentarily of what he himself was doing. The balloon in his hand, when he rotated his chakra only seemed to spin in a circular manner, only sloshing in a uniform manner. Thinking back to other examples, like a stirring cooking pot, he knew if he stirred in a direction, and suddenly stopped and spun it another direction, there was a disruption. He came up with the idea. Rotating it wasn't going to be enough. What he needed was direction. Thus. As he looks down, he channels the chakra in his hand. Focusing his energy and concentration as he uses his opposite hand to rest along the top with his palm. Closing his eyes, he would begin to focus and channel it fully. It was there, he could feel it.

His chakra beginning to spin, and with a concentrated effort would begin to furiously twist and turn, convulsing as it ripples outward and begins to stretch at the boundaries of the rubber confine. Before then? Pop! The balloon bursts, coating him with a spill of water. He did it! Giving a wild grin, he clenches his fist along the remnants of what was the balloon before running his way towards Kazuto and tossing the rubber along the ground. "Alright! I did it! Did you see it?! I figured it out!" He says triumphantly as he gives a thumbs up. "It wasn't all that hard after all!" He declares with a fiery spirit burning in his eyes. 

"What's the next step?! I'll get it down flat!"

[Senju Kazuto]

"Good." Kazuto said, coming close to the young boy as he appraised the work. "Very good." He said with a nod. It was remarkable how fast he was learning the first steps of the technique. Almost as if the boy had being meant to learn it all along. His hands would reach towards his pouch, plucking another scroll as he would slowly begin to unfurl it before he would press his hand unto a seal to begin undoing it, the same white cloud of white haze emerged, revealing a basket filled with hard rubber balls. Taking one for himself and dropping the other one close to Ataru to retrieve it he began. "Our next step is power. You mastered rotation, but rotation without power behind it is meaningless." He said as he would begin channeling his chakra to the palm of his hand, the ball began to rotate rapidly. "You will use the rotation and gradually begin to add your chakra until..." As if he was waiting for the action to deliver his message, the rubber ball broke with a loud pop, revealing the interior of the ball and the hardness of the material in its build. "Now, let me emphasis this." He said, looking at the young Uzumaki. "The ball needs to be destroyed, a puncture is not a success. If you puncture the ball it means you need a new ball." He added. This was truly a critical juncture of the training, and he would need to do it by himself. He expected that no matter how talented the boy seemed to be, he would need more than just a handful of attempts to actually manage to manage a tear on the rubber ball. "Well, if you don't have questions, begin."

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