"Hey, old man… you're pretty good with Fire Release, right?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though the eagerness in his voice betrayed him.
Kazuro raised a brow, setting his cup down. "Hmph. Pretty good?" he repeated with mock offense. "I've mastered more fire techniques than you've probably read about in that dusty library."
Shin grinned sheepishly. "Alright, alright—very good, then. But I was thinking… I want to learn it too. Fire Release is kind of our clan's thing, right? and uncle says that I have extraordinary talent in fire release ."
Kazuro's expression shifted. He could see it now — not just curiosity, but genuine drive. That same fire that once burned in his own son's eyes… was now flickering in Shin's.
"Hmph," he said again, standing up slowly and stretching. "If you're serious about this, then come with me."
Shin blinked. "Huh? Where to?"
"The backyard," Kazuro said, already walking toward the sliding door. "I'll show you something interesting."
Shin's eyes lit up like a child being told he was getting dessert before dinner. He hopped to his feet and followed close behind, practically bouncing with each step. "Finally! Some real Uchiha-style fire training! Let's goooo!"
Kazuma called from the kitchen with a sigh, "Don't burn the garden again, old man!"
"No promises!" Kazuro replied, smirking as he slid open the back door and stepped out into the sunlit backyard — the perfect little training ground for what was to come. Shin followed, eyes wide with anticipation, already feeling the heat of something special stirring in the air.
The late afternoon sun bathed the Uchiha backyard in a warm orange hue as Shin stood beside his grandfather, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Kazuro stepped forward, his posture firm and his tone calm as he said, "Stand back, Shin. Watch carefully."
With a deep breath, Kazuro quickly weaved the hand seals — Snake → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger — and called out,
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A roar of heat erupted as a massive sphere of fire burst forth from his mouth, scorching the air as it surged forward. The fireball collided with the stone training wall at the edge of the yard, exploding with enough force to blast a hole straight through it. Dust and chunks of rock scattered. Shin's mouth opened slightly, a spark of awe dancing in his eyes — but before he could react fully, Kazuro was already forming the next set of hand seals.
Rat → Tiger → Dog → Ox → Rabbit → Tiger
"Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Jutsu!"
A stream of compact fire bullets shot from Kazuro's mouth, striking the exact spot of the damaged wall. A loud crack rang out before the remnants of the wall crumbled completely into powder and ash, leaving only scorched earth behind. Shin's jaw dropped.
"Your turn," Kazuro said with a small, knowing smile, patting Shin's shoulder.
Snapping out of his amazement, Shin took a deep breath and focused. He slowly formed the seals — Snake → Ram → Monkey → Boar → Horse → Tiger — his hands trembling slightly but his eyes burning with resolve.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A smaller fireball emerged from his mouth — just about five meters wide — and crashed into what remained of a target post. The flames weren't nearly as intense as Kazuro's, but the execution was clean. Kazuro nodded, impressed.
Before he could say a word, Shin's hands moved again — Rat → Tiger → Dog → Ox → Rabbit → Tiger.
"Fire Style: Phoenix Fire Jutsu!"
Two fire bullets sputtered out, slow and wobbly, but they flew forward and hit the dirt target zone. Kazuro blinked, then stared at Shin with raised brows.
Internally, he thought, "He performed both jutsus on his first try? Hmm... looks like my grandson's a genius after all."
Kazuro couldn't help but let a smirk curl on his face. Shin, meanwhile, coughed a little f and muttered, "Man, fire is flashy… but it burns you too, huh…"
Shin and Kazuro stood side by side, arms crossed, silently admiring the smoldering battlefield they had once called a backyard. Craters dotted the lawn, smoke curled lazily into the sky, and what remained of the garden furniture was now modern art. Just then, Kazuma emerged from the kitchen with a cup of tea, humming to himself—only to drop it in slow motion as he took in the destruction. His eyes widened, his knees buckled, and a faint ghost of his soul visibly floated from his mouth.
"MY BACKYARD! MY PRECIOUS LAWN! I JUST PLANTED THOSE ROSES!" he screamed, falling to his knees in despair.
Shin and Kazuro, however, remained stone-faced, unbothered by the carnage or Kazuma's emotional breakdown. Shin even yawned.
Kazuma pointed a trembling finger at them and wailed, "YOU TWO ARE MENACES! THIS IS WHY I CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!"
Inside the house, Kazuma paced back and forth, arms flailing as he lectured the two most infuriating people he had ever known. "You two—you two—have no shame! No maturity! You turned my backyard into a war zone! My poor roses! My barbecue stand! GONE!" he shouted, pointing at them dramatically.
But Shin and Kazuro were too busy laughing, replaying the explosion like it was the best moment of their lives. Shin even mimicked the exact moment a tree flew across the yard.
"Pchoo! Grandpa, did you see that flaming chair do a backflip?"
Kazuro chuckled. "That was better than any fireworks show I've seen."
Kazuma finally stopped mid-rant, sighed deeply, and muttered, "Why do I even try?" before dragging himself into the kitchen, muttering something about curry and how he should've become a monk instead.
Left alone, the grinning duo settled on the floor, and Kazuro's expression shifted to something more focused.
"Alright, Shin," Kazuro said, his tone suddenly firm. "Let's talk Fire Release. You've got the affinity, but affinity alone isn't mastery."
Shin sat up straight, his usual playfulness replaced with curiosity. "I'm listening, Grandpa."
Kazuro nodded. "Good. Fire Release is all about will—intensity, passion, destruction. It feeds off your emotions, your breath, and your focus. Unlike Water or Wind, Fire requires a strong surge of chakra. You compress that chakra in your belly and throat, then expel it with precision."
"So it's like breathing life into flame?" Shin asked.
"Exactly. But remember this—chakra nature matters. Fire nature chakra increases temperature by rapidly vibrating your chakra molecules. You'll need to learn to mold your chakra to vibrate faster, hotter. That's how you make the flame grow stronger."
Shin's eyes gleamed. "So, more anger equals more fire?"
Kazuro smirked. "Not just anger—control. A candle or an inferno, both are fire. The ninja decides which it becomes."
Shin nodded slowly, absorbing every word. "And the hand signs?"
Kazuro held up two fingers. "Ah yes, hand seals. Fire techniques usually require multiple signs—Tiger, Snake, Ram, and so on. But with experience, you can reduce them. Chakra familiarity lets you cut down the signs. Eventually, you'll be able to perform Fireball Jutsu with a single seal or even none."
Shin looked awestruck. "That's so cool."
Kazuro ruffled his hair. "Now, eat up when dinner's ready. Fire training starts tomorrow. And remember—don't burn the house down."
"Not unless the curry is bad," Shin grinned.
"Oi!" Kazuma's voice echoed from the kitchen. "I heard that!"
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the house glowed warmly from within. The table was filled with steaming plates of curry, and laughter bounced off the walls like music. Kazuma, finally smiling again, tried to lecture them between bites, but even he couldn't hold back his chuckles. Shin and Kazuro clinked their glasses of juice, still grinning from the day's chaos. The destruction outside was forgotten, replaced by stories, jokes, and the comfort of family. As the night settled in, so did a quiet peace—one filled with warmth, laughter, and the bond between three very different souls. And just like that, the wild day came to a heartfelt end.
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Ps ( hello guys how were the last 2 chapters please give me your feedback in the comments..and also power stones would be useful too!!>.<)