Kakashi needed only three minutes to explain the technique.
Standing across from Meian, he wove the hand seals with practiced precision, a faint smile crossing his face. "Watch carefully."
The seals locked into place. Water erupted around him—a surging barrier that climbed skyward in seconds, towering over ten meters high like a waterfall born from stone.
"Water Style: Water Barrier."
Meian's grin widened. The technique sparked something in his memory. He twisted away from the cascading torrent and began his own seals, hands moving with sharp efficiency.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"
The massive orb of flame—easily five meters across—tore from his mouth and screamed toward the ascending wall of water.
Boom!
The collision was violent and absolute. Steam and spray exploded outward in a billowing cloud. When it cleared, the Water Barrier had dissolved completely, overwhelmed by the Great Fireball's raw force.
Kakashi's visible eye widened slightly. "Your Great Fireball actually dispersed my entire barrier. Impressive."
The admission came without reservation. A standard Great Fireball shouldn't have been capable of that. For Meian's to completely evaporate the water wall suggested a level of control and power that went beyond what most his age could muster.
Meian's smirk deepened. "Sensei, try a Fire Style jutsu. I want to see if my Water Barrier can handle it."
Kakashi chuckled—a low, genuine sound. "Fair enough. Don't say I didn't warn you."
His hands blurred through the seals immediately.
Ten meters separated them. Meian mirrored his pace, his own hands a blur of motion as he matched Kakashi seal for seal.
"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"
"Water Style: Water Barrier!"
Both jutsu detonated nearly in unison.
The Fire Dragon Flame Bullet was B-rank—devastating and relentless. This time, the two ninjutsu were matched in tier and intent.
BOOM!
The fire dragon's roar shattered the air as it rocketed forward, a twisting serpent of pure flame.
Meian thrust his hands forward, and a colossal water curtain solidified before him—a tidal surge fifteen meters high, slamming into the inferno with the force of a collapsing cliff.
Tch!
Dragon met deluge. The world became steam and chaos.
Boom!
The fire dragon sputtered, weakening. The water barrier fractured, exploding into clouds of scalding mist.
Silence fell. Both shinobi lowered their hands, eyes still fixed on the dissipating vapor.
Kakashi broke first, a wry smile playing at his lips. "A B-rank Fire Style technique, and you managed only a stalemate with a defensive jutsu. That's... unexpected."
Meian blinked, processing what had just happened. The raw power behind that Fire Dragon Flame Bullet was leagues beyond the Great Fireball. The impact had felt like an avalanche.
He looked at his teacher. "Sensei, that Fire Dragon technique was something else. The force was completely different."
Kakashi nodded slowly. "It's an advanced Fire Style jutsu. The Third Hokage favored it—he was extraordinarily skilled with it."
Meian's mind flickered back to old memories: the Third Hokage invoking this very technique against the Second Hokage during Orochimaru's Impure World Reincarnation ritual. History repeating itself. Fire and water, locked in eternal opposition.
"Ironic," Meian murmured. "Both jutsu are clashing once more."
Kakashi's Fire Dragon Flame Bullet matched the Third's prowess. Meian's Water Barrier rivaled the Second's. And still, they had ended in a perfect draw.
Meian's expression shifted. A grin spread across his face. "Sensei, can I learn that technique?"
Kakashi blinked. "You still have enough chakra?"
Meian didn't answer. He simply turned and walked toward the nearby training pool without a word, taking position at its edge. His hands moved through the seals—the exact sequence Kakashi had just performed.
The final seal locked.
Meian's eyes narrowed. "Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"
BOOM!
A torrent of hellfire erupted from his mouth.
BOOM!
The speed was vicious—far surpassing the Great Fireball, far surpassing what it should have been on a first attempt.
BOOM!
The fire dragon split into three distinct streams mid-flight, each one colliding with the waterfall dozens of meters away with apocalyptic force.
Tch!
The flames refused to die. The water crashed down to meet them, vaporizing on contact. Steam rose in towering walls. The roar of elemental conflict echoed across the training ground.
Thirty seconds passed. Forty. Finally, after a full minute, the inferno sputtered and faded, leaving only a shroud of vapor hanging in the air like a ghost.
Kakashi stood motionless, his one visible eye wide.
He learned a B-rank Fire Style technique from watching it once. And more than that... Kakashi's mind raced. His Fire Dragon Flame Bullet felt stronger than mine. How is that possible?
Then the full weight of it crashed down on him.
Wait. He's now mastered three separate B-rank ninjutsu. And he unleashed two of them in rapid succession with barely any visible strain. Kakashi's thoughts accelerated. Last month, he was breathing hard after a single C-rank and one B-rank combination. His chakra reserves have expanded dramatically in less than thirty days.
A chill ran down Kakashi's spine. He possesses a monstrous physique.
The implications were staggering—and dangerous. If Danzō saw what Meian is capable of, he'd either eliminate him outright or enslave him into a mindless weapon.
Meian released a satisfied breath, grinning widely. "This Fire Style is incredible. It's easily as powerful as Fire Annihilation."
Both were B-rank techniques, after all. The difference was that only someone like Uchiha Madara could weaponize Fire Annihilation to its true destructive potential.
Meian's eyes gleamed with calculation. "Actually, Fire Dragon Flame Bullet might surpass Fire Annihilation in raw efficiency. Madara's version was only so devastating because of his monstrous chakra reserves."
If my chakra ever reaches Madara's level, my Fire Dragon Flame Bullet will dwarf his Fire Annihilation. The power gap would be absurd.
He clenched his fists, feeling the pulse of his own reserves—already far beyond normal for his age. It always comes back to chakra. Always.
But he forced himself to exhale, to temper the excitement. One step at a time. I already possess Jōnin-level reserves at this age. Aside from anomalies like Naruto, I'm already stronger than almost anyone my generation. There was no need to rush. His physique was unique—his potential limitless, even if the growth came in measured increments.
That was why he'd rejected the Eight Inner Gates. His body would naturally reach those power levels given time. Why risk accelerated damage with a technique designed to break normal human limits when his body had no limits to break?
The Eight Inner Gates were created to shatter the body's ceiling. I have no ceiling.
Meian smiled, clenching his fists with quiet confidence. "The Fire Dragon Flame Bullet is my strongest offensive technique right now."
Satisfaction bloomed in his chest. "It might be my most powerful for a long time to come."
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