Analyzing the Ninja World Starting from Konoha

The Rasengan is arguably the only ninjutsu in the original anime that showcases the process of training from scratch.

Aoba had already mastered it.

Although it's an A-rank, unmarked ninjutsu, to be honest, he felt nothing for it.

The reason is simple: it consumes too much manganese.

With his current chakra reserves, he could only manage six or seven strikes before collapsing.

Aoba estimated that his current chakra level was about the same as Sasuke's during the Chunin Exams.

However, Sasuke could only use three Chidori after learning Kakashi's technique, which was a matter of proficiency. Aoba's chakra control was much stronger than Sasuke's at that time.

Chidori also has the effect of activating the body, while Rasengan only works when it hits someone at close range. It's more practical to use kunai or a sword to cut someone than to waste so much chakra.

Naruto is the child of prophecy, surrounded by the protagonist's halo; no one else would have survived to Shippuden.

However, he also realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He wasn't interested in making the meatballs themselves, but he was quite interested in how they were made.

He needs this development approach and to learn the process. A successful case study can serve as a very good reference for his future ninjutsu development.

Furthermore, the fact that he doesn't use the Rasengan now doesn't mean he won't use it in the future; it just so happens that there's a "reasonable" way to learn it now.

Over the next few days, Aoba would visit the Third Training Ground from time to time, finally allowing him to determine Minato's approximate practice time.

A young ninja with blond hair, wearing a Jonin vest, suddenly appeared on the training ground.

Azure eyes, a gentle, sunny smile on his face.

Even if you don't know him well, you can feel a sense of goodwill towards him at first sight.

Without even guessing, Aoba knew that this person was Minato Namikaze.

No wonder some people call Minato the Little Sun of Konoha.

This affability.

Compared to when I first met Orochimaru, the two were vastly different.

He also chose to always bring his sister.

But that instantaneous movement was incredibly fast!

It wasn't the Flying Thunder God Technique. If it were, Aoba probably wouldn't even have seen a shadow of it.

Aoba held his breath and hid himself even deeper, for which he specially applied herbal juice to his body to eliminate the smell.

He knew that with Minato's perception abilities, his clumsy hiding skills were practically indistinguishable from being transparent.

However, as long as Minato doesn't expose him, Aoba will pretend he doesn't know.

Minato seemed not to have noticed Aoba at all, and focused on gathering chakra in his palm before blasting it towards the rocks in front of him.

In the time that followed, Aoba became the most "loyal" audience member.

He watched as Minato continuously condensed chakra in his palm, forming an unstable rotating sphere that either collapsed just before taking shape or went out of control, leaving a large crater in its wake.

As for Minato, he disappeared from his original spot the moment the chakra ball went completely out of control, and then instantly reappeared in another location.

Flying Thunder God!

This is the Flying Thunder God; you can't see any figure or movement trajectory at all, it just appears abruptly.

too fast!

It's so fast that people can't even react.

Aoba tried to put himself in Minato's shoes and found that he couldn't fight him at all. Even if he knew all the information, there was still no solution.

For several days in a row, Aoba watched. On this day, two people came: Minato and an uncle with face paint on his face.

With his signature long white hair reaching his waist, a headband with the character "oil" on his forehead, and wooden clogs on his feet, he was none other than Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin.

Now, I've finally met all three of Konoha's legendary Sannin, Aoba.

Jiraiya walked into the arena and clicked his tongue a few times. "No wonder the old man sent me over. You've made quite a commotion."

After making the joke, Jiraiya casually found a rock to sit on, glancing in one direction with his eyes, seemingly unintentionally.

He found it strange; such a crude method of concealment didn't seem like something the Dark Division would do.

"Minato, how's your technique development coming along?"

"It's still not very stable."

Minato scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "Maintaining the form of chakra is difficult. Once compressed to the extreme, it's easy to lose control."

After saying that, Minato gathered chakra again, but the chakra ball quickly dissipated.

Jiraiya shook his head after seeing it.

"The Tailed Beast Ball is not easy to imitate."

He then looked at Minato's hand and snorted twice, "It's only because of you, kid. If it were anyone else, this hand would have been ruined long ago."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Jiraiya pulled out an ice pop from somewhere, broke it in half, and gave it to Minato.

"This technique was never easy to perform."

Minato smiled as he took the popsicle and put it in his mouth.

moment.

"Got it!"

Minato seemed to have thought of something.

He walked to the center of the open space, took a deep breath, and extended his right hand.

hum-

The air began to vibrate.

Pale blue chakra rapidly gathered in his palm, began to surge erratically, and then, under the restraint of some force, began to spin wildly.

A sudden gust of wind arose, sending sand and gravel flying.

The green leaves on the treetop held their breath, while countless streams of data cascaded down their retina.

The chakra ball in Minato's hand grew brighter and brighter, and its spinning speed increased, emitting a series of piercing shrieks.

Just as the chakra sphere was about to take shape.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the chakra ball suddenly exploded.

"Ninja Art: Lion's Mane Technique!"

Her long white hair transformed into a solid barrier in front of the water gate, blocking the raging, overflowing air currents.

"Thank you, Jiraiya-sensei."

Minato shook his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Still a little short."

"That's already pretty good."

Jiraiya withdrew his ninjutsu, his long white hair returning to its original state. "This power is comparable to a smaller version of the Tailed Beast Ball."

The area ahead was a mess, as if a typhoon had passed through.

Aoba's eyes lit up, not with the power of the technique, but with Jiraiya's hair ninjutsu.

He seemed to have found some inspiration, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The chip was operating at full capacity, recording every single jutsu Minato performed. Each formation of a chakra ball was a new attempt, a process of trial and error and research.

Aoba was able to deduce Minato's line of thought from the system's analysis.

A few days later, as Aoba climbed the "VIP viewing tree" again with practiced ease, a mocking voice rang out behind him.

"Hey kid, haven't you had enough of watching this for days?"

Aoba's body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head.

Jiraiya leaned leisurely against a tree trunk with his arms crossed, a playful smile on his face.

"Ah... um... good morning, Jiraiya-sama..."

Aoba gave an awkward yet polite smile.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to peek!"

In the training ground, Aoba bowed deeply to Jiraiya and Minato. "I... I'm Yamashiro Aoba, an intern medical ninja at Konoha Hospital. I was just passing by when I saw how... how amazing your ninjutsu is, so I couldn't help myself..."

Minato smiled gently and said, "It's alright, but it's really not good to peek at other people's cultivation."

Jiraiya observed the kid wearing sunglasses with great interest. He had noticed the boy a long time ago, but seeing that he didn't seem to have any ill intentions, he ignored him.

"A medical ninja? A brat like you?"

Jiraiya's tone carried a hint of doubt.

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