"Cough, cough."
Jiraiya forcibly steadied himself, though turmoil still raged within his heart.
His swollen eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the little blond, as if seeing him anew—Uzumaki Naruto! Minato's son!
Minato had already been a genius, but this kid before him?
His talent simply shattered all common sense!
Even his late disciple Nagato, who possessed the Rinnegan, fell far short of this.
Could someone really learn the Rasengan after just one look?
And even add terrifyingly powerful Wind Release Chakra to it?
After the initial shock, his experience as one of the Three Sannin allowed him to suppress the waves in his heart.
But that line he had once dismissed as wild boasting—Genius? They're merely the threshold for meeting me!
Now sounded painfully real!
This monstrous Chakra control and reserves.
This kid might really be able to save the shinobi world!
Of course, at his age, this was probably the limit of the kid's strength, right?
But Jiraiya suddenly had a suspicion.
His swollen eyes narrowed like a hawk's as he tested him. "Cough! Kid, don't tell me you'd already learned the Rasengan before this?"
"Heh, are you underestimating me?" Naruto was rather speechless. This old geezer clearly had no idea what a real genius was.
Did he understand what SSSSSS-level talent meant?
Did he understand what a technique comprehension score of 452 meant?
Did he know what it meant to infer a hundred things from one example?
He planted his hands on his hips, lifted his nostrils toward the sky, and tried his best to put on the arrogance of an absolute genius.
Oh, there was no need to pretend. He could just imitate Sasuke and unleash some Uchiha pride.
"Since you doubt me, then right now! This instant! Immediately! Show me a ninjutsu I've never