The training ground was occupied by more than a hundred orange figures. Every Shadow Clone focused on forming a Rasengan with one hand, striving to make it faster, steadier, and less draining.
Pale-blue chakra spheres lit up again and again in the Shadow Clones' palms, whistling as they struck thick tree trunks, hard rocks, and even the ground, leaving behind shocking spiral-shaped hollows and fractured marks.
Sweat soon soaked the Narutos' orange jackets. Beads of it covered their foreheads, cheeks, and necks, glittering in the afterglow of the setting sun.
But they were completely oblivious, only repeating the process with full concentration: gather, release, adjust, then gather again.
Time flew by amid the grueling training.
The evening glow on the horizon shifted from brilliant gold and red to deep purple, then finally faded into a hazy dark blue.
The light in the forest dimmed rapidly, and the night wind brought a chill.
"Hah—hah—"
After the Shadow Clones were released, a flood of information poured into the original body. Naruto braced both hands on his knees, bent over, and gasped for breath in great mouthfuls. Sweat dripped from his chin like a stream, spreading into dark stains on the ground.
Most of the chakra in his body had already been consumed, and his muscles ached, but his mind felt a kind of exhilaration after venting everything out.
Naruto looked around. With him at the center, the trees and ground within a two-hundred-meter radius were a complete mess, covered everywhere with the marks of destruction left by the Rasengan.
Although the range of destruction was not especially exaggerated yet, that concentrated penetrating power and destructive force had already begun to take shape.
"Whew—today's about enough." Naruto straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face haphazardly with his filthy sleeve, a tired