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Guy blinked, then nodded thoughtfully. "If you're sure about that, then why not? I shall help you ignite your flames of youth even further!"
Naruto gave a small nod with a calm, focused expression, and thus, the training began in earnest.
Guy trained extensively in physical combat, and Naruto followed him through the intense regimens. Though some exercises were new to him, Naruto quickly picked them up. As Guy demonstrated advanced taijutsu forms—showing how to properly move the body when kicking, punching, or evading—Naruto absorbed the knowledge, but didn't copy them directly. Instead, he began crafting his own theories, quietly shaping a taijutsu style that would one day be entirely his own.
Even as the training progressed, Naruto noticed something: although this training was far more effective than anything he had done physically before, it still wasn't enough. He was only able to channel around five to six percent of the energy inside his body.
That energy... it was always there. Vast, powerful, and untapped. And while that amount was more than enough to defeat most shinobi in history, Naruto wasn't satisfied. He knew he should be able to channel all of it. He could feel it inside him—lurking, waiting.
His body just wasn't ready yet.
That meant only one thing—he had to do something more.
A lot of training had helped so far. Especially when he began using weights. But still... it wasn't enough. Naruto simply shook his head. It seemed he needed to undertake something more extreme.
At the moment, he was deep within the Forest of Death, hovering in mid-air, his body surrounded by a red aura of raw energy. All the animals in the forest had long since fled. They instinctively understood: he was the alpha here, the ruler of this domain. To challenge him would be suicide.
Naruto could sense every shinobi in the village. Even those hiding their chakra—spies, ANBU, or otherwise—none could escape his perception. But Naruto didn't care. Whether they were allies or enemies didn't matter to him right now.
He had begun noticing a shift in his own emotional state. He could feel the emotions of others—joy, grief, sadness, anxiety—and though he wasn't overwhelmed by them, he understood them. Naruto wasn't blind to others. He wasn't like Danzo—cold, detached, emotionless. No, he was far from that. In fact, his emotional control was just incredibly refined.
He could clearly see the favoritism his parents showed toward his siblings, Menma and Naruko. But honestly? He didn't resent them for it. He thought maybe they needed that attention. After all, compared to him, they were weak. Very weak. His power dwarfed theirs. So, in his mind, it was natural for the weak links to bind together—to find strength in one another.
Even his father, the Fourth Hokage—Minato Namikaze—was known as the strongest shinobi in Konoha, perhaps even in the entire elemental nations. His chakra levels were undeniably impressive.
But Naruto's were beyond that.
Minato could move fast? Naruto could counter that.
Minato could teleport? Naruto had no need to. His raw speed alone surpassed such techniques. If it came down to a pure speed battle, Naruto was confident that even Minato's eyes wouldn't be able to follow him. To someone like Minato, it would seem as if Naruto had vanished entirely—only to be struck a moment later, whether by a punch or a devastating blast. And by then, it would already be too late.
Still, Naruto shook his head. It wasn't like he was planning to fight his father. He wasn't going to just walk up to his father and say, "You're a weakling," or anything like that. Naruto simply shook his head. After all, his siblings were so weak—they needed all the training in the world.
He nodded to himself and quietly walked away, unaware that his so-called family held the same thoughts about him—that he was the weak one. But only time would reveal who the real weakling was, and who truly possessed power.
Later, Naruto arrived home. He saw that his family was still outside, training Menma and Naruko. He watched them from a distance as they struggled to walk up a tree using chakra control. Naruto simply shook his head.
"Hah… I was right. They really do need all the help they can get."
He turned away and decided to go to the Namikaze family library. Upon entering, he looked around the room. He could sense traces of chakra in some of the scrolls and seals embedded in the walls—written runes of protection. Narrowing his eyes, he channeled a bit of his own chakra and spiritual power into them.
Suddenly, a small electric shock pulsed from one of the seals, startling him—but not enough to cause pain. Naruto merely shook it off and continued his search. There were several files, documents, and scrolls… and then he spotted a book that caught his eye.
It was labeled "Advanced Barrier Techniques and Seals."
Naruto picked it up and muttered, "This must be the kind of thing I need. Barriers, seals… gravity manipulation?"
He began flipping through the pages and reading carefully.
"Huh… so these are functional seal structures," he noted. "Written formulas, barrier scripts, gravity-enhancement techniques."
He paid close attention to a section about gravity seals used for training. It was only a reference—nothing detailed—but it explained that such seals could increase the gravitational force around a person or in a localized area.
It recommended training only up to gravity level two or three. It warned that even the strongest shinobi could not endure gravity beyond level five.
Naruto's lips curled into a sly smile. This is exactly what I need.
Though the book didn't explain how to create these seals, the reference alone was enough. If there was a seal that capped at level five, that meant the potential for more existed.
He simply nodded. "Looks like I'll be doing some serious training…"
As he placed the book aside, he noticed some additional scrolls—some that appeared to be forbidden or secret jutsu scrolls.