[Uzumaki Ataru]

The boy smiled to himself at the measure of praise, having cleared past the first hurdle in learning the jutsu he so avidly wished to get down pat. Allowing the sense of victory to wash over him before quickly passing dissipating and pushed to the back of his mind as he retrains their focus back to the next step in the process. Remaining earnest and keeping their mind grounded in the working of the jutsu as the man details what to do next, absorbing the information and already beginning to work it out as his face scrunches together in thought as he digests and picks apart the process. Like a tinkerer pouring through the machinations of a watch and its clockwork template, having gotten the aspect of rotation down he now needed to input sufficient power to the rotation.

And according to him, it had to exceed a certain threshold and keep pace with the spin of it. Watching the Senju's example their pointer finger clasped around the front cusp of their chin the thumb pressed beneath situated under the jaw as he watches the display with a steady gaze. Wishing to miss nothing and gleam as much as he could as equally from his words as he did their example to him. Eyes widening as the chakra pours and pours until the rubber bull contorts and then finally, pops. A smile once more flashing across the Uzuamki's face as he sees it come recreated.

Listening to his further breakdown on the subject explaining what counted as success and what meant failure, sighing in a manner that helped to brace him for whatever comes. Taking a ball from the basket he smoothed his finger along the tough rubber a pensive yet dedicated expression held across his portrait as he weaves the chakra to rotate in a methodical manner before gradually adding chakra to the concoction.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

It felt like forever, staring at the smooth rubber that fit well within his palm having been at it for a few hours. Increasing the rate at which he fed chakra into the ball to the point it caused his hand began to hurt from the sheer amount he was trying to pass inside of it and worse yet there was no water this time to provide a measure of assistance to the rotation and help pop the exterior. Forking their tongue out past pursed lips their roughly hewn palm gripped at the newfound tool which sat firmly seated within his hand, concentrating the flow of chakra to pass through their textured palm attempting to compress it within to see a desired result. Doing so again and again and again and again and again, managing to pop holes into the rubber ball rupturing it for the whole wide world to see but lacking progress in the realm of accomplishing their task.

The pain burned something fierce but with every attempt the rawness from the chakra passing through their palm lessened, taking a new ball when the last one inevitably popped through his continuous efforts. The strain was mounting but the boy was tireless in their resolve realizing that just like the callouses lining his hands and fingers this attempt at manifesting power also served to harden not only the physical aspect but also the way in which he conducts and subsequently compresses the chakra within the item. Concentrating the swirl pouring more and more chakra with each passing attempt initially unable to even get it to jostle now the ball would contort and twist inside his hand feeling the valve of flow come loosened as he put more and more into his practice.

[Uzumaki Ataru]

Having created a substantial pile of ruptured rubber balls, it was a monument to his effort albeit an amassed amount of sad one's amounting to the failures he had stacked up in the time since he was left to figure things out on his own after Kazuto's detailed lesson. He wouldn't fail him especially since he had graciously saw fit to teach him it in the first place, come what may he would not disappoint the faith he had put in them. He was getting better with each attempt slowly grasping its intricacies, his expanded pool helping out in that regards as he conducts a tempest through their fingers. Waves of confluence gathering together within the center of his palm where previously it was painful now it felt much more firm as he proved able to project a steady flow of chakra. Like a river freshly flooding its torrent across a dried up creek bed building upon the foundation of flow from what he had previously cemented, alternating the rotation combining it with the power he had accumulated through continuous trial and error prior. The life blood of which courses its way into the palm of their hand with a resonating thrum.

The weaving strands became thicker and thicker as they pulse together in a concerto of rotating waves lapping atop of one another with an increasing rhythm, the tempo of which ramps up with the elevating rate of chakra. Rising and rising and rising until eventually, the rubber ball resoundingly pops shorn apart and broken from more than just a hole poked into its elastic surface. Sufficiently concentrating his chakra until the sphere comes unraveled, effectively destroyed from the mixture of rotational force and power put into it. A small hearty laugh wracks the small boy's frame as he sees the challenge shattered before his very eyes, pools of shining amber regard the remains of the ball with a measure of disbelief and sense of satisfaction. Even after all the training he received under the likes of Shinde as well as Raika and the rest of the instructors he was lucky to count himself a student of. This felt different, like an altogether yet different profound milestone, despite the hellishness of the regimen.

"Kazuto Sensei... Kazuto Sensei, I did it! I broke the ball, just the way you said to!" He looked to the veteran Jonin Sesei with a reserved look yet one dashed with a faint glimmer of contentment. He was happy to have achieved the next step, considering the pace of progress he had made felt fantastical to the boy and yet he gazed on at the Senju with an expectant gaze seemingly ready and raring to go or at least wanting to hear out what remains in regards to the final step. "What's next?!" Though as the words happily left his mouth and the excitement shone through those starry golden pupils, a wave of exhaustion hit him like a runaway wagon, eliciting a grunt and disheveled look as he stumbles after standing up too quickly. His legs wobble wildly before the Uzumaki proceeds to fall like a marionette with its strings cut, the boy attempts to catch himself before toppling over but to no avail as his knees buckle, a long exhale and groan of pain leaving his lips as the chakra exhaustion hits him all at once. "Ow... Looks like I overdid it by a little to much, huh?!" He slurs his words somewhat as the tiredness seeps into his bones and muscles, lowering his head to the point of passing out raking their fingers across the ground in order to stay attentive and awake. Their eyes flutter as he snaps awake managing to hang in there after the successive bouts of training, shaking their head side to side.