Naruto did not pause after shattering the solid rock face at the edge of the clearing. He brought his hands together again, his small fingers forming the snake seal, followed quickly by the ram seal.
"Watch the ground," Naruto instructed.
He channeled his chakra downward. A massive wooden dome erupted from the soil, curving inward to form the Wood Locking Wall. It was twice the thickness of the structure Kinoe had created minutes earlier. The surface of the wood was perfectly smooth, reinforced with a density that resembled iron rather than timber. The wood hummed with a quiet, heavy vitality.
Naruto let the dome sink back into the earth, the heavy logs dissolving seamlessly into the dirt. He immediately shifted his stance and flowed into the sequence for the Wood Clones. Three perfect copies of himself sprouted from the trunk of a nearby oak tree. They detached from the bark smoothly. They lacked the rigid, puppet-like joint movements that Kinoe's clones always displayed.
"The flaw in your clones stems from your focus on the water element," Naruto said. He walked around one of his own copies, tapping its solid wooden shoulder with his knuckles. "You use water to give them flexibility, watering down the structure. You must use the earth element to build the bones and joints, using water strictly to simulate the chakra network inside. The wood must be alive and self-sustaining from the moment it detaches."
He dispelled the clones with a simple thought. He then raised both of his hands upward. Four massive pillars of dark, ancient wood shot out of the ground, forming the Four-Pillar Prison technique. The thick wooden bars locked together at the top with a loud, resounding crack that echoed through the trees.
"This particular jutsu requires territorial control," Naruto explained. He stepped up to the massive wooden bars, running a hand over the rough bark. "You try to push your own chakra into the ground to build the cage from scratch. That approach is entirely inefficient. You need to pull the natural earth upward, using your water chakra as the binding agent to shape it. Let the environment do the heavy lifting for you."
He cut the chakra flow to the technique. The prison crumbled instantly, collapsing into a pile of lifeless, ordinary logs on the forest floor.
Naruto turned around to face the Root operative. The air in the clearing was heavy with the smell of freshly cut timber, sap, and overturned soil.
"Do you have a question?" Naruto asked.
Kinoe remained completely frozen on the ground. His breathing was shallow and uneven. He stared at the ruined landscape around them, then looked back at the small boy standing perfectly relaxed in the center of the destruction. His mind struggled violently to process the sequence of events he had just witnessed.
He had spent four years in the Anbu and Root factions under Danzo's direct orders. He had bled, fractured his own chakra coils, and nearly died multiple times in the underground laboratories just to master the Great Forest Technique. He had spent six grueling months learning to balance the earth and water natures well enough to form a simple wooden defensive dome.
Naruto had just replicated his entire, hard-earned arsenal in less than five minutes. The boy had read a scroll, observed the hand signs exactly once, and executed the techniques with a level of terrifying mastery Kinoe had never encountered before.
"How is that possible?" Kinoe whispered. His voice was hoarse, stripping away all of his usual emotional suppression. "Those techniques took me months, some even years, to master. You just looked at the scroll."
Naruto sighed quietly. He walked over to where the heavy green scroll rested on the grass and picked it up, brushing a stray leaf off the thick parchment.
"Instead of being stunned with only this much, ask a useful question," Naruto said. His tone was perfectly flat, devoid of any arrogance or mocking. It was a simple, pragmatic statement of fact. "We have limited time before this mission begins. Staring at me in disbelief will not improve your survival chances in the Land of Hot Water. Tell me what techniques you are still struggling to learn from this scroll. I will help you with them."
Kinoe blinked several times, the shock slowly receding from his eyes. He slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his knees trembling slightly from the severe chakra exhaustion. He looked at the four-year-old boy, fully realizing that the hierarchy between them had completely dissolved. Danzo might be the commander of Root, but Naruto was the undisputed master of this clearing.
"There are several jutsus I could never balance properly," Kinoe admitted, stepping closer to Naruto. He pointed a dirt-stained finger at a specific section of the open scroll. "The Wood Dragon Technique. And the Hotei Technique... the giant wooden hands. The chakra drain always snapped my control before the constructs could fully form."
Naruto looked down at the scroll. He scanned the dense rows of text and the complex diagrams illustrating the flow of energy required to sustain massive, autonomous wooden constructs. His eyes flickered over the theoretical framework written by the First Hokage. These jutsu were originally designed to overwhelm tailed beasts. The foundational structure required an immense initial burst of vitality and a perfect elemental ratio.
"The Wood Dragon," Naruto muttered, analyzing the seal sequence. "Your chakra capacity is sufficient. The failure stems from your lack of a continuous feedback loop. When you create the dragon, you treat it like a fireball or an earth wall. You push chakra out and leave it out."
Naruto crouched down. He picked up a small, dry twig from the dirt. He infused it with a microscopic amount of his silver-tinted chakra. The dead twig immediately sprouted a small, vibrant green leaf.
"The Wood Dragon is a parasite," Naruto explained, looking up to meet Kinoe's eyes. "It is designed to absorb chakra from whatever it binds. If you fail to establish a reciprocal link between your core and the dragon, the jutsu will drain you dry trying to stay alive. You have to let the dragon feed you back the energy it takes from the environment."
Kinoe frowned deeply. He crouched down beside the boy, staring intently at the green leaf. "A feedback loop? How do I establish that connection?"
Naruto stood up and pointed at a large, empty clearing to their left.
"You will spend the next forty-eight hours figuring that out," Naruto said. "Go over there. Start by forming the head of the dragon alone. Avoid forming the body entirely. Focus strictly on the connection between your chest and the construct. I will watch your chakra network and correct your flow."
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The next two days became a grueling, relentless gauntlet of trial and error. The forest echoed constantly with the sound of splintering wood, crashing trees, and Kinoe's exhausted gasping.
The entire first day was dedicated to theory and small-scale application. Kinoe sat cross-legged in the dirt, sweat pouring down his face, his hands locked in the snake seal. He focused entirely on a thick wooden stump he had pulled from the ground. He attempted to mimic Naruto's explanation, trying to build a continuous loop of energy between his core and the dead wood.
Every single time the connection frayed, Naruto was there. The young boy stood perfectly still nearby, his blue eyes sharp, observing the invisible flow of energy.
"Your earth chakra is lagging," Naruto called out, his voice cutting through the quiet forest. "Increase the density on the left side of your pathway. The structure is crumbling before it can anchor."
Or he would correct the hand seals themselves.
"You hold the rat seal too long," Naruto instructed several hours later. "The transition to the dog seal must be absolutely instantaneous. You give the water chakra time to pool in your wrists. That causes your constructs to become brittle."
Kinoe pushed his body and mind to the absolute limit. The strange silver chakra Naruto had imparted to him the day before continued to burn hot in his veins. It provided him with an unnatural stamina. It accelerated his physical healing and allowed him to mold his energy far faster than he ever had in his entire life. He realized Naruto was doing more than just teaching him. The boy had physically altered his capacity to learn and endure.
By the morning of the second day, a major breakthrough occurred.
Kinoe stood in the center of a ruined patch of trees, his chest heaving. He slammed his hands together, forming the necessary sequence perfectly. He roared as he pushed his chakra outward, perfectly balancing the earth and water natures at his core, exactly as Naruto had instructed him a hundred times before.
The ground exploded violently. A massive, serpentine head made of dark, gnarled wood erupted from the soil. It did not crumble. It did not drain Kinoe into sudden unconsciousness. The Wood Dragon lunged forward, locking its heavy wooden jaws around a massive boulder, crushing the solid stone into dust.
Kinoe felt a sudden, sharp surge of energy rush back up the invisible tether connecting him to the construct. The feedback loop was stable.
He dropped to his knees, panting heavily. A wide, disbelieving smile broke across his sweat-streaked face. He had done it. He had finally cracked the technique that had eluded him for his entire Root/Anbu career.
He looked over his shoulder. Naruto was sitting casually on a fallen log thirty feet away, calmly reading another section of the green scroll.
"Your execution remains sloppy," Naruto noted, never looking up from the parchment. "The jaw strength was inconsistent on impact. The foundation, however, is solid. You have the loop."
"Thank you Lord Zero" Kinoe whispered. The two words carried a weight of genuine gratitude that went far beyond their usual mandated dynamic.
"Do not thank me," Naruto replied, closing the scroll and setting it aside. "Your incompetence on this upcoming mission would be a severe liability. I am merely ensuring you survive long enough to serve your new purpose."
They moved immediately to the Hotei Technique. Naruto broke down the mechanics of summoning the giant wooden hands, explaining how to route the chakra through the ground like massive tree roots before forcing them to breach the surface. With the feedback loop already established from the dragon training, Kinoe grasped the concept much faster. By the late afternoon, he could summon two massive wooden hands capable of pinning down a target the size of a small house.
The sun began to set on the second day, casting long, deep shadows across the torn forest floor. They had less than twenty-four hours before they had to report back to Danzo and meet Itachi Uchiha for the high-risk escort mission.
Kinoe sat against a tree trunk, drinking water from a metal canteen. His muscles ached terribly, and his chakra reserves were sitting dangerously low, but his eyes were bright with a new, profound confidence. He had mastered two S-rank techniques under Naruto's ruthless, precise instruction.
Naruto walked over to him, carrying the green scroll under his arm.
"You need to consolidate your progress immediately," Naruto said, stopping a few feet away. "Understanding the theory and executing it once in a controlled environment is entirely different from using it in a live combat scenario. Your body requires muscle memory."
Kinoe nodded slowly. He screwed the cap back onto his canteen and wiped his mouth. "What do you want me to do?"
Naruto raised his hand and pointed toward the dense, unbroken tree line on the far eastern side of the clearing.
"Go to the eastern sector of this forest," Naruto ordered. "Spend the rest of the night there. I want you to summon the Wood Dragon fifty times consecutively. Do not return here until you can execute the jutsu without breaking a single drop of sweat, or until the sun comes up. Whichever happens first."
Kinoe looked at the dark, imposing trees in the distance. Fifty times would push him right back to the absolute edge of his newly expanded limits. He stood up, stretching his sore arms and rolling his shoulders. He gave Naruto a sharp, highly respectful nod. He turned and sprinted into the eastern woods, eager to solidify his newly acquired power.
Naruto watched the Root operative disappear into the deep shadows. The sound of Kinoe's rapid footsteps faded quickly, leaving the western clearing completely silent except for the gentle rustle of the evening wind through the remaining leaves.
Naruto stood entirely alone in the center of the ruined landscape. He slowly looked down at his own hands. He flexed his small fingers, feeling the immense, humming pressure of the First Hokage's cells fully integrated with his own silver soul energy. He had spent the last forty-eight hours analyzing Kinoe's flaws, breaking down the intricate mechanics of the Mokuton, and perfecting his own theoretical understanding of elemental fusion.
He had the wood release completely under his control now. The foundation was built to perfection. He no longer needed to focus his attention on the basics of earth and water.
Naruto turned his head, looking deep into a patch of the forest completely untouched by their training. His blue eyes sharpened with a cold, highly calculated focus. The upcoming mission alongside Itachi Uchiha was going to be a severe test of his physical and tactical capabilities. He needed something far more destructive, something purely offensive to properly complement his new territorial control.
He raised his right hand, his palm facing the darkening sky. He closed his eyes and began to mold pure, unshaped chakra into the center of his palm. The air around him immediately began to distort, humming with the sound of violent, erratic rotation.
"It is time to improve the Rasengan," Naruto said quietly to the empty forest.
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