“Young Master, I’m not putting this dead-last down.
Every word I said is simply the truth.” Ebisu pushed up the sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his face filled with unwavering confidence.
Eager to prove that what his big bro had taught him was genuinely useful, Konohamaru held out his hand.
Turbulent chakra began swirling in his palm as he tried to form a Rasengan.
“Teacher, look!
This is what Big Bro taught me!
It’s super practical and insanely cool!” Seeing this unfold, Ebisu felt a jolt of surprise.
As a veteran ninja instructor, he had studied the village’s jutsu extensively.
With a single glance, he realized what he was looking at.
The stance the young master used to control his chakra looked strikingly like the A-rank ninjutsu created by the Fourth Hokage—the Rasengan!
Ebisu didn’t even know this jutsu himself, let alone know how to teach it to Konohamaru!
More importantly, the sphere forming in the young master’s palm was already beginning to take shape!
Could this technique really have been taught to the young master by this dead-last?
Doubt crept into Ebisu’s mind, but he dismissed the thought almost immediately.
How could a dead-last who needed pure luck just to produce a basic clone have the ability to instruct someone in an A-rank jutsu?
It had to be the young master’s own natural talent!
Yes!
That must be it!
“Young Master, being able to gather this swirling pocket of chakra is purely the result of your own sharp comprehension.
What useful advice could a dead-last like him possibly offer?” Ebisu said, his tone as sharp and dismissive as before.
Beside them, Kamiki was utterly baffled.
Seriously…?
Ebisu is actually calling Konohamaru’s comprehension good?
Konohamaru’s comprehension is practically at rock bottom!
Kamiki quickly reasoned it out, though.
Ebisu was terrified of the Hokage’s authority, so he was deliberately flattering Konohamaru.
No matter how poorly the kid performed, the tutor would still praise it to the skies!
“If you’re going to teach someone ninjutsu, you need to evaluate their shortcomings objectively.
Someone who cowers before authority can never be a good teacher!” Having settled the matter in his mind, Kamiki did not hesitate to call Ebisu out.
Ebisu froze.
This little dead-last dares to lecture me on teaching ethics?!
Over the years, he had taught his students with utter dedication.
Both his methods and his style were beloved by his pupils, and he had mentored numerous prospective candidates for Hokage!
Yet today, a mere academy kid who wasn’t even a recognized ninja was questioning his professionalism as a teacher?!
“Explain yourself!
Or we are not done here!” Ebisu’s eyes flared with anger.
Kamiki’s words had struck at his absolute bottom line!
He had dedicated his entire life to education, viewing the path of a ninja instructor as a noble calling, with his ultimate ambition being to raise a true Hokage.
He would never allow anyone to question his professional competence!
Kamiki selectively ignored him.
He turned his gaze toward Konohamaru, who was working desperately to prove himself.
The turbulent chakra in the boy’s hand was holding together better than ever before, edging closer to the true shape of a Rasengan.
Knowing the kid was on the verge of a breakthrough, Kamiki offered timely guidance: “Watch your breathing.
Don’t let the chakra get chaotic…
Feel the flow of each burst of energy, and keep them under your control…” Hearing his big bro’s words, the determination in Konohamaru’s eyes burned brighter.
Whoosh…
He fed another thread of chakra into the swirl.
Then, following Kamiki’s instructions, he struggled to maintain the volatile vortex in his palm, forcing it toward a delicate balance…
This step was grueling and demanded tremendous patience.
Beads of sweat rolled down Konohamaru’s brow one by one.
Keeping up that single state of concentration took him more than two hours.
Throughout that time, Kamiki, worried for the boy, and Ebisu, terrified of breaking the boy’s focus, kept dead silent.
Both watched the swirling chakra in Konohamaru’s palm with rapt attention.
Finally, another two hours slipped by.
The wild chakra in Konohamaru’s palm began to show signs of stabilizing!
Kamiki immediately chimed in, “Don’t panic.
Don’t lose your nerve.
Keep it steady!” “Don’t worry, Big Bro!
I’m Master Konohamaru, the kid who’s going to become the Fifth Hokage!” Konohamaru roared with rising momentum.
Right after, he poured another surge of chakra into the swirling sphere!
A final stand, an all-out gamble!
As more chakra fed the vortex, a blue-and-white sphere solidified in Konohamaru’s palm!
The instant the sphere took shape, Konohamaru’s wrist began trembling violently!
He was clearly on the verge of losing control!
“Young Master, don’t hurt yourself!” Ebisu lunged forward, wanting to snuff out the chakra sphere to protect Konohamaru from harm.
Just as Ebisu reached him, a slender figure stepped into his path.
Ebisu glared at Kamiki in front of him.
“Dead-last!
If Master Konohamaru gets hurt, you will pay a terrible price!” Kamiki ignored the threat entirely.
Right now, his only concern was helping Konohamaru stabilize the Rasengan.
With a soft smack, Kamiki laid his hand against Konohamaru’s wrist.
Then, using the purest chakra in his body, Kamiki carefully coated the outer edge of Konohamaru’s Rasengan.
Standing behind them, Ebisu’s jaw dropped!
Kamiki was actually using his own chakra to help the young master balance the Rasengan, while using a buffer layer to prevent the young master’s chakra from running wild!
This level of exquisite chakra control!
Even as a seasoned Special Jonin, he couldn’t pull that off!
This is horrifying!
Is this kid really the same dead-last who couldn’t even perform a passing jutsu in his first five years at the academy?!
After struggling to hold the technique for another hour, Konohamaru reached his absolute limit and shot Kamiki a desperate look.
Kamiki understood instantly and stepped back several paces.
Gripping the spinning chakra sphere tightly, Konohamaru slammed it straight into the ground!
BOOM!
Vast chakra erupted, blasting a perfectly round crater into the earth!
The crater was four to five meters across, its center scarred with spiraling grooves!
Ebisu stood petrified.
These two kids actually pulled it off?!
How long had Master Konohamaru been studying it?!
He had only gone missing this morning—it had been less than eight hours in total!
This was an A-rank ninjutsu!
An A-rank technique that took average Jonin weeks or even months to learn!
The young master truly inherited Lord Hokage’s talent for ninjutsu!
Terrifyingly gifted!
Wait, no!!
Achieving this in a single day wasn’t just because of the young master’s sharp comprehension.
Ebisu shifted his gaze to Kamiki, who was wearing a visibly exhausted look.
It was also because of this dead-last!
Loath as he was to admit it, Ebisu realized Kamiki’s teaching method cut straight to the core!
He could explain the key principles of a jutsu using simple, everyday language!
He acted just like a master instructor with decades of experience!
On top of that, his monstrous chakra control allowed him to steady the technique from the outside, guiding his student straight toward success and rapid mastery!