Kakashi raised a hand to shield his brow and narrowed his eyes, straining to look at the dazzling sun in the sky.
But aside from the spots burned into his vision by the sunlight and the drifting clouds, he could no longer catch the slightest trace of that mysterious boy.
It was as if the other party had melted into the light, vanishing without a trace, leaving behind not even the faintest residual ripple of chakra.
He slowly lowered his hand and turned to Namikaze Minato beside him. "Minato-sensei, that person just now used... the Rasengan, didn't he?"
Minato nodded in silence, a deep gravity in the depths of his blue eyes that would not dissolve.
He opened his right hand. In his palm, there still seemed to linger the chakra vibration from when the two Rasengan had collided—of the same source, yet unfamiliar.
That incomparably clear sensation was absolutely no genjutsu. That had been a real, complete Rasengan!
Jiraiya folded his arms across his chest, his knuckles unconsciously tapping against his forearm. The flippancy on his face had long since been replaced by seriousness.
"This is trouble, Minato." He clicked his tongue. "The Uzumaki Clan's Adamantine Sealing Chains, plus your Rasengan... Just who is this kid? His chakra felt strange, too. Ridiculously huge."
Minato took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and analyze. "At present, the only people who know the Rasengan's training method are me, you, Jiraiya-sensei, and possibly Lord Third Hokage, who may have learned of its progress from you. There's no way he could have learned it through normal channels."
"And the Adamantine Sealing Chains... That is even more so a secret art of the Uzumaki Clan that isn't passed down to outsiders. Without direct bloodline descent and a sufficient amount of chakra, it