The Last Breakfast

On the outskirts of Konoha, at Training Ground 7 downstream of the Naka River.

It was far from the bustle of the village center. There was only the murmuring of flowing water, the rustle of wind through the woods, and waves of strange buzzing.

"Haah—!"

Naruto let out a loud shout, his blue eyes filled with unprecedented focus.

He thrust his right palm forward, his five fingers slightly spread. Above his palm, pale blue chakra visible to the naked eye seemed drawn in by an invisible force field, gathering, spinning, and compressing wildly!

The air was stirred into a howl, and fine grains of sand and stone were swept up from the ground, dancing around his hand.

At first, the rotation of the chakra was still somewhat chaotic, its form gathering and scattering by turns.

But Naruto gritted his teeth, veins faintly bulging on his forehead, and poured every bit of his concentration into the runaway mass of energy in his palm.

He could feel the chakra in his body following some kind of principle, advancing layer by layer, condensing inward.

Gradually, the chaotic chakra flow was tamed. Its rotation grew faster and faster, its path more and more stable, while its range grew smaller and smaller.

In the end, a blue sphere of chakra about the size of a fist, incredibly solid, with clear spiral patterns within and faint air currents stirred up by the high-speed spin along its edge, formed steadily above his palm!

Rasengan!

"I... I did it! I really did it! I don't need a Shadow Clone helping me—I can use it with one hand!" Naruto stared at the energy sphere in his palm, shining with a deep blue glow and spinning steadily. Disbelief appeared on his face first, then erupted into wild joy!

He danced