No more words were needed.
Those eyes themselves were the best answer to all of Kakashi’s questions.
After such a bloody night, it seemed only natural for such a pair of eyes to be born.
Kakashi’s lips moved, but in the end, he couldn’t say anything.
Sasuke caught the fleeting pity in Kakashi’s eyes and couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.
In fact, his Sharingan had awakened during those days of slaughter in the Soul Society.
It’s just that Kakashi didn’t know about these experiences, and Sasuke was too lazy to explain.
Misunderstanding, sometimes, was the best disguise.
He deactivated his Sharingan, as if the scene just now had never happened, and asked indifferently, “The test is over, right?
Can we start training now?”
But the shock on Kakashi’s face lingered for a long time; a Three-Tomoe Sharingan…
a seven-year-old child had not only awakened the Sharingan but had also directly reached its mature, complete form.
What did this mean?
Another figure involuntarily appeared in Kakashi’s mind—Uchiha Itachi, who was hailed as a Genius of the Uchiha Clan, appearing once every hundred years.
He remembered very clearly that Itachi had awakened his Sharingan at the age of eight, and it had taken several years of Cultivating to evolve it into the Three-Tomoe form.
And the Sasuke before him, at only seven years old…
in this regard, he even surpassed Itachi back then.
“Even more astonishing than Itachi…” Kakashi muttered to himself, his gaze at Sasuke growing more complex.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and cut straight to the chase.
“Sasuke, your talent is among the most top-tier I’ve ever seen, even surpassing your brother, and you possess these eyes.”
He pointed to his own left eye, “Theoretically, you can, like me, quickly see through and copy most Ninjutsu, learning far more efficiently than ordinary people.”
He changed his tone, his voice becoming serious.
“However, you have a fatal weakness.”
Kakashi pointed out the core of the problem: “Your Chakra control ability is simply too poor.”
Upon hearing this, Sasuke frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in his cold eyes.
“Poor Chakra control ability?” He repeated the sentence in a low voice, with obvious incomprehension.
In his opinion, power was power, whether it was Spiritual Pressure or Chakra, wasn’t it always the stronger the better?
What was there to control?
“Indeed, very poor.” Kakashi saw Sasuke’s nonchalance and gave him a more intuitive example.
“I can feel that the amount of Chakra in your body is very vast, even several times mine; this is also one of your talents.”
“But.”
Kakashi paused, extending a finger: “For example, if a normal release of the Great Fireball Jutsu requires ten units of Chakra.”
“Then with my control, perhaps only eight units, or even less, would be needed to achieve the same effect, and the saved Chakra would allow me to maintain combat for a longer time.”
He looked at Sasuke, his gaze becoming somewhat serious.
“But that Great Fireball of yours just now probably consumed more than twenty units of Chakra, yet its power wasn’t even one unit.
Do you understand what this means?”
Kakashi spread his hands, “Having vast Chakra but being unable to use it effectively will cost you your life in a real battle.”
Sasuke fell silent.
Kakashi’s words were harsh, but he couldn’t refute them.
He recalled his days in the Soul Society; his Spiritual Pressure had indeed grown quickly, but when fighting against those experienced seated officers, he was always the first to exhaust himself.
Those Captain-level Shinigami indeed used Spiritual Pressure with exquisite skill, far beyond his own ability.
Whether it was transforming it into sword pressure or integrating it into Kido, there was no waste whatsoever.
That guy Ikkaku had even mocked him for it, saying his Spiritual Pressure was like a broken bag leaking everywhere.
So, the problem was here?
It seemed that whether it was Chakra or Spiritual Pressure, control over power was always universal.
“Nonsense.”
Having understood this point, although Sasuke was moved internally, he remained sharp-tongued, “Get to the point, what exactly do you want to do?”
Seeing Sasuke finally react, Kakashi’s mouth curved slightly under his mask.
His goal was achieved.
“Very good, it seems you understand.” He clapped his hands, returning to his relaxed demeanor.
“Then, our first Cultivate project today is—”
He pulled a kunai from his pocket, walked to a tall tree, then lifted his foot and, without any hand support, walked vertically up the tree trunk, step by step.
Kakashi hung upside down from a thick branch, smiling as he wiggled the kunai in his hand at Sasuke below, then drew a line on the tree.
“Control Chakra, practice tree climbing.”
Sasuke looked at Kakashi hanging upside down from the tree, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
“Tree climbing?
Is this what you call training?”
“Don’t underestimate it.” Kakashi laughed, “If you can’t even do this well, then further training is out of the question.”
Sasuke snorted coldly, not refuting, the Three-Tomoe in his eyes slowly reappearing.
Looking at the thin layer of Chakra on Kakashi’s feet, he began to ponder.
“Attaching Chakra to the soles of the feet to counter gravity, this is very similar to the Shinigami’s technique of standing in the air, except we use reishi.”
Believing the principle was the same, he directly mobilized Chakra to gather at the soles of his feet and stomped hard on the tree trunk.
“Bang!”
With a muffled thud, a large piece of bark was directly crushed by his foot, and wood chips flew.
He failed.
Sasuke frowned, then immediately realized the problem.
Spiritual Pressure was pure momentum, emphasizing release and burst, while Chakra seemed to focus more on the stability of form.
“Shaping Chakra into a suction cup-like form, stably adhering to the surface of an object…”
Having grasped this key, the Three-Tomoe in Sasuke’s eyes spun rapidly, analyzing the flow of Chakra on Kakashi’s feet.
Then, after only one failure, he walked as if on flat ground, easily reaching the horizontal line Kakashi had drawn.
Kakashi watched this scene, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Sasuke didn’t stop; he leaped directly from the tree, his figure blurring, and arrived by the small river next to the training ground.
He glanced at the calm river surface, once again gathered Chakra at the soles of his feet, and took a step.
Ripples spread across the water, and his foot landed steadily on the surface.
Immediately after, he began to run across the water, gaining speed, eventually turning into a black afterimage.
Having completed all this, Sasuke’s figure instantly flashed back in front of Kakashi.
He looked up, a hint of impatience in his tone: “This boring trick is over.
Now, can we get to the main topic?”
“…”
Kakashi was momentarily speechless.
He sighed helplessly, “Alright, since you’ve perfectly mastered the application of Chakra, then let’s begin real Ninjutsu training.”
Kakashi stepped back a few paces, creating distance, his expression becoming serious.
“Watch closely, Sasuke.
Your Chakra affinities are Fire and Lightning, so we’ll start with Fire Release.”
“This is C-rank Ninjutsu, Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!”
Kakashi quickly performed hand signs with the speed of someone who had been single for over twenty years.
“Whoosh—!”
Kakashi exhaled several basketball-sized fireballs, accurately hitting wooden stakes at different positions in the distance.
As soon as he finished, he looked at Sasuke, ready to explain.
However, he only saw Sasuke’s Sharingan slowly spinning.
The next second, Sasuke moved.
He raised both hands, perfectly replicating all of Kakashi’s hand signs from just now.
“Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!”
Several fireballs erupted from Sasuke’s mouth; although there were still some imperfections, both in power and form, they were almost identical to Kakashi’s demonstration.
Kakashi looked at the scene before him, somewhat stunned, and couldn’t help but raise a hand to his forehead.
“Sigh, it used to be me using this eye to copy other people’s Ninjutsu and giving them headaches.”
“Honestly, teaching a Genius is also a very hard task.”
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