Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Buzzing!"

"Pah! It exploded again!"

Rope Tree, covered in white slime, wiped the pink strawberry jam from his face and looked helplessly at the broken shaker cup in his hand.
"Is this the last cup?"

He glanced at his empty takeout bag and pouted in slight disappointment, then turned his gaze to Uchiha Gin, who was conveniently outside the splash range of his milkshake.
"Grandpa Yin, can I really learn the technique you mentioned this way?"

"Don't question my teaching methods; this is already a stupid level of training method."

Slumped in a wooden recliner, sucking on a lollipop, Uchiha Gin shook his head, staring at the sticky white milkshake at the foot of the rope tree with an expression of exasperation.
Nawaki's talent is not bad; at such a young age, he has already been able to refine a chakra level comparable to that of a Chunin.
With the dedicated tutelage of his strict teacher, Hisashi Senju, his ability to release and control chakra has far surpassed the level Naruto reached when he learned the Rasengan in the original timeline.
Therefore, Gin Uchiha didn't waste time by simply copying Jiraiya's method and using balloons; instead, he skipped the first two stages of Jiraiya's customized Rasengan training plan.

The choice was to have Nawaki focus all his efforts on figuring out how to compress chakra into a rotating chakra sphere that could be maintained for an extended period.

That is, the classic skill of making balls.

"But it's really hard to control. Chakra is too easy to disperse, and it's impossible to concentrate it into one point."

Rope Tree licked the strawberry jam from the corner of her mouth; the sweet and sour taste couldn't mask the bitterness in her heart.
He had been diligently following Uchiha Gin's instructions, working hard to accelerate the rotation of his volatile chakra.
But at crucial moments when things are gradually getting tighter, he always struggles to concentrate; even a slight lapse in attention can ruin a shaken milkshake.
"is it hard?"

Upon hearing this, Uchiha Gin scratched his head and reluctantly sat up from the wood-style recliner.

"Ha~ Watch closely."

He yawned lazily, stretched out his right hand, and a strong gust of wind that stung Rope Tree's cheek suddenly froze.
"Buzz!"

A perfectly formed, bright blue chakra ball appeared in Uchiha Gin's palm, its buzzing sound making Nawaki's eyes light up.

"Grandpa Yin! How did you do that?"

How can I explain this feeling to you?

Using his other free hand, Gin Uchiha touched his chin, looking quite troubled.
That being said, although he knows the Rasengan, he has never actually learned how to use it.
The reason it works is because I've been pelted in the face countless times by balls of all colors and sizes in the backyard.

or,

Lifting his eyelids to glance at Nawaki, who wore an envious expression, Uchiha Gin forcibly suppressed the urge to smear his face with dumpling.

The backyard is the backyard, and reality is reality.
If that kid were really given a dumpling, that white-haired guy would probably dig up his ancestral graves.
"Hmph, you just said you couldn't concentrate your chakra, right?"

With a long sigh, Uchiha Gin dispelled the Rasengan in his hand, and while asking a question, he reached into his bag behind him.

Under Rope Tree's questioning gaze, he pulled out a brown marker.
"Hand out."

Nawaki obediently stretched out his scarred little hand. Uchiha Gin unscrewed the pen cap, breathed on it to warm it, and then drew a crooked swirl on the palm of Nawaki's hand.

As expected of me, it's a perfect drawing!

"Huh? Grandpa Yin, why are you drawing poop on my hand?"

Looking at Uchiha Gin who was nodding repeatedly with a conflicted expression, Nawaki couldn't help but complain.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the Whirlpool Seal to help you concentrate your chakra."

Reaching out, Gin patted Nawaki's little head and explained in a serious tone,
"The Seal of the Vortex? This is clearly..."

Rope Tree pursed his lips in disgust; this was clearly a very unhealthy poop.

It's a bit runny.

"Enough with the nonsense, try gathering your chakra at the center of this... ptooey... vortex seal."

Gin glared at the talkative Nawaki and continued his instructions with an unhappy expression.
"But we've run out of shake-shake milkshakes."

Subconsciously shrinking his neck, Nawaki showed the empty Snow King takeout bag to Uchiha Gin.

"Then why don't you go buy some? Don't look at me, I still need to ask your parents for reimbursement for those shake-shake milkshakes I just ate!"

"I have no money."

Rope Tree said defiantly, sticking out his neck.

"I remember you had a lot of pocket money, didn't you?"

Uchiha Gin raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

Although the Senju clan disintegrated, Nawaki's standard of living did not decline in the slightest.
After all, he still had a mother who was a daimyo princess, and the allowance she sent from the capital of the Land of Fire every month was equivalent to the monthly income of an ordinary chunin who didn't eat or drink.
"Mmm, my sister took them all."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as Nawaki did, he burst into tears. His once plump and healthy little wallet had become incredibly empty in just a few days after his sister Tsunade set her sights on it, to the point that he now had to pay for even eight milkshakes in 24 installments.
"I really can't do anything with you, so I'll lend it to you then."

Seeing the pitiful Nawaki, Uchiha Gin was overcome with compassion and pulled out the smallest denomination bill from his heavy wallet, handing it to him.
"Thank you, Grandpa Yin!"

"I'll emphasize again, this is a loan, do you understand?"

It's neither a holiday nor a festival, so he had no reason to give Shengshu a red envelope.

"Put this debt on my aunt's tab, and she'll pay you back double after I pass the test!"

After quickly stuffing the banknotes into his pocket, Rope Tree waved his little hand dismissively, looking like he wasn't worried about selling his grandfather's property.
"three times!"

"Chirp chirp chirp boom!"

"Pfft~ I failed again."

At the other end of the training ground, Fugaku, whose hand had once again exploded with lightning, raised his small, dark face and exhaled a black mushroom cloud from his mouth.
Just then, his crimson peripheral vision caught sight of Rope Tree scurrying away, and a flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.

That idiot's get out of class is over already?
Before him, the shadow clone responsible for teaching was even more lazy than the original, lying soundly asleep in a hammock woven from vines, completely unconcerned about Fugaku's training progress.
"Fugaku, what a terrible way you trained! You can actually touch things better than me!"

With Nawaki temporarily absent, Uchiha Gin took the opportunity to visit the set, only to immediately spot the shadow clones slacking off. He was so angry his face turned green.

"Hoo hoo. Ha~ My true form, it's been a long time."

Awakened by the biting cold, the clone slowly opened its deadpan eyes, casually wiped the drool from the corner of its mouth, and lazily greeted Uchiha Gin.
"How dare you! I summoned you here to teach, not to study!"

How dare you sleep in class! Your alter ego is courting death!

"Don't rush into action. Our approach is different from yours. We emphasize joyful education, free exploration, and unbridled growth."

Seeing Uchiha Gin's angry expression and the bulging veins on his fist the size of a sandbag, the clone quickly raised his hands in surrender and ran behind Fugaku, using his good nephew as a shield. (Happy Education?)

Free play?

Uncontrolled growth?

Hearing these increasingly absurd excuses, Uchiha Gin took a deep breath and turned his gaze to his nephew, whose face was as black as charcoal.
"Is this your teaching method?"

Look what they've done to the child! This color would make him a thoroughly corrupt and incorrigible criminal even in the Land of Lightning!

If it weren't for those scarlet Sharingan eyes, he almost wouldn't have recognized the Cloud Village brat in front of him as the usually fair-skinned Fugaku.
"The master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself. Chidori isn't a difficult ninjutsu. With Fugaku's talent, there's absolutely no problem with it."

The clone spread its hands, delivering its outrageous remarks with unwavering confidence.
"Fugaku, are you really okay?"

Uchiha Gin glared fiercely at his clone, then softened his tone and asked the dark-skinned Fugaku,
"."

Do you think I look like I'm fine?

Upon hearing this, Fugaku couldn't help but roll his eyes.

But as the next head of the Uchiha clan, how could he show any weakness? He immediately wiped his dark face and gave Uchiha Gin a resolute smile.

"No problem, Uncle. I have already mastered the essence of Chidori and will definitely be able to cultivate it before that idiot."

That's right, at least his lightning can now produce a sound like a bird's chirp, so he's only a short distance away from achieving the perfect Chidori.
"Then come on."

Looking at Fugaku's charred little hands, Uchiha Gin nodded encouragingly.

Since his nephew himself felt there was no problem, it would be rather presumptuous for him to say anything more.

In short, Chidori is a ninjutsu that requires self-understanding and self-adaptation; understanding is more important than learning.

After all, the hand seals for this technique are limited; they're easy to learn but difficult to execute. One wrong move and the caster will be left covered in soot and dirt.
One must adapt their body to lightning-style chakra in order to better control the violent Chidori.
"By the way, Uncle, how's that idiot Rope Tree doing with his studies?"

Seeing Uchiha Gin looking thoughtful, Fugaku couldn't help but ask about his opponent's studies.
"He's still far from it, but don't get too excited yet. That kid's got a lot of resilience. Who knows, he might overtake you overnight and leave you far behind."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Fugaku's face tightened. Forgetting about rest, he raised his little hands again to form a hand seal.

Ugly - Mao - Shen
"Thunder Release Chidori!"

"Chirp, chirp, chirp~"

"Very good, very energetic!"

Uchiha Gin watched with satisfaction as Fugaku conjured up lightning with his hands. Although the power of this Chidori wasn't enough to steam a pot of rice, it was at least a basic form. Now it depended on how hard Fugaku worked and whether he could endure the ordeal of being bathed in lightning.
"Grandpa Yin! I'm back!"

Rope Tree, carrying several large bags of Shake Shake Milkshakes, rushed back without stopping. Seeing this, Uchiha Gin gave his slacking clone a threatening look, signaling him to at least have some professional ethics and not sleep so soundly in front of the students.

The clone, understanding the implication, immediately gave an OK sign and winked at Uchiha Gin, indicating that he could leave it to him without worry.

"Who threw this trash here?!"

Just as Uchiha Gin and Nawaki were about to continue their training, three figures carrying trash cans walked quickly towards them.

One of the boys, a boy with a bowl cut and thick eyebrows, pointed angrily at the milkshakes spilled all over the ground, his eyes filled with deep distress.

waste!

Such a waste!

They actually spilled such a precious shake-up all over the floor!
"It was him! I saw him smash the milkshake all over the place with my own eyes."

Without turning his head, Uchiha Gin launched a zero-frame attack, shifting all the blame onto the bewildered Nawaki.

"what?"

"Such extravagance and debauchery at such a young age, I, Matt Dai, will..."

"Wait! Dai, he seems to be Tsunade's younger brother."

Dai, who was always frugal, couldn't stand waste. He raised his thick eyebrows, about to give Nawaki a lecture, but was stopped in time by Kato Dan.
"Tsunade's younger brother?"

Matt Day's expression froze for a moment upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure and adopted a righteous demeanor.
"Even if he's Tsunade's brother, we can't waste precious food!"

"I think Dai is right!"

Uchiha Gin couldn't help but praise the Blue Beast of Konoha's older generation. This remark caused one of the newcomers, a silver-gray-haired man, to roll his eyes.
Sakumo Hatake scratched his head helplessly. Were his two teammates blind? This curly-haired guy was more like the suspect, wasn't he?
"Grandpa Silver"

"Don't call me that. People who don't know me will think I'm old. Just call me Gintoki from now on."

Gin Uchiha glanced at Sakumo Hatake, whose looks were slightly inferior to his own, and corrected him in a serious tone.
"Okay, Gintoki."

Sakumo Hatake is not a rigid person; on the contrary, he is quite easygoing.
Since Uchiha Gin has put it that way, he naturally won't continue with his feigned politeness.
"Are you three on a mission?"

It's very comfortable to talk to people like that. Uchiha Gin nodded as he sized up the three-person team trained by Akimichi Torifu, his gaze lingering on the trash cans they were carrying on their backs.

"It's hard to get assignments lately, and we don't want to use our teacher privileges, so we can only do these kinds of jobs that nobody wants to earn some pocket money."

Hatake Sakumo didn't hide anything and explained quite frankly why the three of them, as disciples of the elders, were doing cleanup missions that even ordinary ninjas would find troublesome.

"Uh, has it been this curly lately?"

Uchiha Gin blinked in confusion.
Akimichi Torifu, a ninja specializing in secret techniques, wasn't a very qualified teacher, and what he could teach was quite limited. However, this didn't diminish the inherent talent of Hatake Sakumo and the other two. Even Dai, who was the most unbalanced in his studies, had already been promoted to Chunin.
Such a perfect ninja team is relegated to scavenging for trash.
Konoha is still too dark!

Behind this morally reprehensible event, there must be an unseen force orchestrating things in the shadows.

Thinking of this, Uchiha Gin felt a pang of heartache. Hiruzen Sarutobi had indeed followed the old path of corruption, keeping a giant rat in the village.
Looking at Uchiha Gin with a puzzled expression, who had suddenly become heartbroken, Hatake Sakumo blinked, then shook his head with a sigh.

"Who says otherwise! I don't know which bastard monopolized the high-paying, easy jobs, otherwise we wouldn't have been reduced to picking up garbage."

He spoke through gritted teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, as if he wanted to devour this unknown culprit alive.
Uchiha Gin: (ω`)
"Well, as someone who's been there, let me give you a few words of advice: young people, don't be all talk and no action. Take off your Chunin uniforms and go to the grassroots, to where the village needs you." (End of Chapter)