Chapter 67

After half an hour, I got up from the ground, shook off my pants, and glanced at the sky — the sun was almost setting behind the horizon, and it was getting dark outside.

Raising my hand, I created a Bakuhatsu Rasengan on my index finger and launched it at one of the restored wooden dummies, detonating the technique practically inches away from the target. Admiring the explosion and the swirling chakra lashes, I nodded satisfactorily — the transfer of experience was successful!

The main problem with Shadow Clones is their inability to transfer all memories in full. The longer a clone lives, the more percentage of memory is lost during transfer. Ideally, clock clones can be dispelled without any worries; with two-hour clones, some minor details are lost, and the longer the "life," the more is lost during transfer. And this is not to mention the obvious disadvantage of too much information flow at once.

The Uzumaki clan found a way to avoid this — meditation. Both for the original and the copies. If the original needs to focus on receiving and organizing the acquired knowledge, then the clone must focus on the lived "life," remembering every detail and almost imprinting everything known in its chakra before dispersing. As practice has shown, the transfer of necessary knowledge is almost one hundred percent.

After a few stretches, I stretched and left the training ground. The technique created today undoubtedly can claim a B-rank, considering its power and maneuverability, but only iryo-nin or someone with a similar level of control will be able to use it for the most part.

Considering it took almost a year to fully master the regular Rasengan and about six months for its variation, not every jonin will be able to create a Bakuhatsu version, let alone recreate the manipulation mechanism without outside help.

So even the Uchiha with their Sharingan eyes are fundamentally disappointed. Ah, now to start creating elemental versions, but considering my lack of even an idea of my own elements, these experiments are postponed for a year ahead.

By that time, I plan to start ninjutsu training. By then, the channels of my body will be strong enough to pass a large amount of chakra, both regular and transformed. However, I still have plenty to do before that — I've already received permission to access the clan laboratories.

Granted, only the first level for now, but that's all I need for now — I can explore the effects of my own chakra on various objects there. Maybe some of my assumptions and ideas will prove to be correct, bringing considerable benefit.

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Uzumaki Mito sat calmly in her favorite chair near the house, basking in the rays of the newly risen sun. With the onset of old age, her bones began to feel colder even in warm weather, so sunbathing for a couple of hours a day became the kunoichi's favorite pastime.

Everyone around was well aware of such a small weakness, and on clear days, no one dared to disturb the Uzumaki princess unnecessarily in the morning hours. Therefore, it was all the more unexpected for her to hear a quiet clap and see a small panther with a scroll in its teeth appear just a couple of steps away on the ground.

Summoning contracts are very rare and even dangerous due to the high requirements for their owners, but a venerable clan like the Uzumaki possessed more than one summoning scroll. Among them were panthers. And it was Uzumaki Mito who was one of the oldest summoners of these proud creatures. Not that they knew about it in Konoha — secrecy is the first rule of a good shinobi.

So it was all the more surprising for her to discover a summoned beast acting as a messenger. Cats by their nature are capricious and wayward creatures, and panthers were no exception, considering messenger duties too demeaning for themselves.

And if one of them deigned to deliver a scroll with the Uzukage's seal, something extraordinary must have happened. Naturally, Mito was aware of the alliance rupture between Uzushiogakure and Konohagakure, but nothing more than that — simple letters with hawks could be intercepted.

— Mito-sama, a message for you, — the panther reported, spitting out the scroll at the feet of the elderly kunoichi and disappearing in a puff of smoke, showing its contempt for the task performed.