You locked yourself in your room and spent the entire night thinking, but still couldn't figure out how to truly fuse the Flame of the Infested with your Fire Style.
If you tried to handle it like you did with those Wood Release constructs—forcing it under control using other Fire Style techniques—that would take far too much preparation time. And since it's indirect control, your grasp over the Flame of the Infested is actually worse than regular fire techniques. It's far too easy to misfire. After all, you're not dealing with slow, mindless wooden puppets this time. Real ninja don't just stand around waiting to be hit.
Used like this, this power might not help you win battles—in fact, it could end up getting you killed.
Thinking it over again and again, you finally pinpointed the root of the problem: this flame doesn't belong to you.
Everything you do to control it is essentially borrowing. And borrowed power can never move as freely as your own arm.
No matter how many flashes of insight struck your mind, you just couldn't grasp the thread to a solution.
So you decided to spend your final day off walking around the village. Maybe a bit of fresh air could clear your mind… and just maybe, inspiration would strike.
After a quick breakfast, you headed for the training grounds. After all, they were where most Konoha ninja honed their skills, sparred, and invented new jutsu. Perhaps the ideas swirling in those spaces could help you find a breakthrough.
You picked one of the busier training grounds near the center of the village. But watching the sparring ninja and the jutsu flying everywhere, you couldn't help but feel that their combat skills were laughably crude.
Looking for inspiration in those techniques? Utterly delusional.
Maybe it was all the intense training back in Root—your standards had gotten too high. So you moved to a quieter section—one reserved for jonin.
True jonin are rare, even in a top-tier village like Konoha. You estimated there weren't more than a thousand officially ranked jonin in the whole village. Most were out on missions or stationed across Konoha. Having even one or two in a single training field was a rarity.
The ones practicing here mostly belonged to that in-between group—those with a couple of standout abilities. Special Jonin.
Among them, you spotted a familiar face. Tall, with a dark blue headwrap, an old-fashioned pair of round sunglasses, and dressed in full black night gear…
Oh? Isn't that Konoha's so-called Number One Elite Tutor, Ebisu?
You watched him casually take down a chunin with practiced ease, strike a flashy pose, and prepare to show off for Konohamaru, who was sitting nearby watching… only for you to silently appear behind him and tap his shoulder.
Ebisu jumped in surprise and quickly spun around. When you requested a spar, he looked hesitant—until Konohamaru, perched on a large rock, gleefully clapped his hands and egged him on.
Naturally, the result was Ebisu getting thoroughly beaten—without you even drawing a weapon. He unleashed several jutsu in a row but couldn't so much as graze the edge of your sleeve.
"Nice! That was awesome!"
Konohamaru cheered like mad at Ebisu's defeat, leaving the poor tutor at a total loss for how to respond.
But what could he do? This was the Hokage's grandson. Outside of his assigned coursework, he was basically free to do whatever he wanted—his days filled with a mix of bodyguards, assistants, and lackeys.
With a helpless sigh, Ebisu introduced the energetic little brat: Sarutobi Konohamaru, the Third Hokage's most spoiled grandson.
You reached into your ninja tool pouch and pulled out an explosive tag folded into the shape of a shuriken.
Then, using the Transformation Technique, you altered it to look like a slightly larger-than-normal shuriken—a special gift for Konohamaru.
You warned him very seriously: Whatever you do, don't expose it to fire.
After escorting Konohamaru back home with Ebisu, the two of you wandered around the outskirts of the Sarutobi compound. You couldn't help but marvel at how useful that chunin vest was. Wearing it, no one questioned your presence anywhere in the village.
And if you were accompanied by someone like Ebisu or Iruka—well, then there were probably only two places in the entire village you couldn't go: the deepest parts of Root and ANBU HQ.
But since you were already a member of Root… there really were no secrets in Konoha for you.
As you chatted with Ebisu, the topic eventually shifted to weapons. When he remembered you'd just joined ANBU—an extremely dangerous role—he eagerly recommended a certain workshop that specialized in custom ninja tools.
Apparently, the owner had inherited the techniques of a ninja blacksmith from the Land of Artisans.
You remembered the 5 million ryo Danzo had given you after your training. A hefty sum—almost one-seventh of what he had. As someone living alone, with no desires beyond increasing your strength and killing Uchiha Itachi, there was no better use for that money than investing in top-tier ninja gear.
You parted ways with Ebisu and arrived at the workshop. On the counter sat a thick, worn ninja tool catalog.
Inside were not only standard weapons like shuriken, kunai, and ninja swords, but also a record of every unique item the shop had ever crafted—from the giant door-like sword once wielded by Hashirama Senju, to the last entry: the chakra blades custom-made for Sarutobi Asuma by the Third Hokage himself…
As the shop owner chattered endlessly beside you and blacksmiths pounded away in the background, you approached a test rack of sample weapons and picked up a longbow to try it out.
Back in your Root training, you'd realized something important—very few jutsu could effectively target enemies more than 100 meters away. And those that could were incredibly chakra-intensive.
In contrast, if you infused an arrow with your Fire Style nature transformation, it would become a highly efficient, surprisingly powerful long-range technique.
Even though the Sharingan wasn't as good as the Byakugan in terms of field of vision, as a dojutsu, it still far outperformed ordinary hunters who relied on their eyes. And when it came to dynamic vision, the Sharingan was utterly unmatched—even the Byakugan couldn't compare.
So, you asked the owner if he could forge a bow that could directly absorb chakra and condense energy arrows.
Then, you laid out 5 million ryo in cash on the table.
Along with it, you placed your ANBU ID plate… and a chakra metal ingot the size of a dictionary.
Stunned by your extravagant display, the shopkeeper hurriedly led you to the back of the store. Looking conflicted, he explained that it wasn't about the money—the craftsmanship required to forge a weapon that could condense and store chakra energy was beyond his skill.
You hadn't expected much. You just wanted to see if it was possible to replicate an attack like Indra's Arrow in advance. But it seemed like reproducing a full-body Susanoo-level technique was still far out of reach.
So, you settled for a compromise: you asked him to further refine the chakra alloy and use it as material to forge a longbow and matching arrows.
After some thought, the shopkeeper nodded. With his current skills, he estimated that two-thirds of the ingot would remain after refinement.
Using that refined material, he could craft a bow with adjustable draw weight based on chakra input, a box of spare metal bowstrings, and over a hundred arrowheads that would become sharper when infused with chakra…
He'd also include other accessories, plus lifetime maintenance service.
After all, a customer who dropped 5 million ryo in cash and brought their own massive chunk of chakra metal? That was a rare breed.
Just as you were about to leave, your eyes caught the blazing flames roaring inside a large furnace.
And suddenly, it hit you—smelting chakra metal… also required incredibly precise flame control…
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