Chainsaw

After laughing, he began searching the scroll for a ninjutsu suitable for himself.

Water Clear Wave, summons a large amount of water to attack the enemy.

Hmm, that seems pretty good.

Combined with his own lightning-style chakra, it should be able to form a combination ninjutsu.

Half an hour later, Shiraishi Yoshijo looked at the puddle of water on the ground and began to sigh.

He had learned it, but because of his chakra volume, Shiraishi Yoshijo felt like he was just spitting, and the power was pitifully weak.

As expected, the issue of chakra volume also had to be solved; otherwise, no matter how many techniques he learned, he wouldn't be able to use them.

After thinking for a while, Shiraishi Yoshijo put this matter to the back of his mind and began to consider the graduation exam.

After all, that was the most urgent priority.

Since he was participating in the exam, he definitely had to pass, but his current strength was certainly not enough.

Even though his taijutsu training had been successful, there was still uncertainty.

He lacked a decisive ninjutsu or Nintaijutsu.

Shiraishi Yoshijo began to recall the lightning-style ninjutsu from the plot.

As for water-style, he gave up on it directly.

Chidori, this seemed to be a close-quarters Nintaijutsu, which didn't quite suit him since his taijutsu was relatively poor.

If he could cultivate it to the point of nature transformation, it would suit him very well.

Thinking of nature transformation, Shiraishi Yoshijo's eyes lit up.

Let's give it a try.

He ran into the courtyard and tried to gather chakra in his hand; a faint spark of electricity lit up and then vanished.

It was so difficult that, refusing to believe it, he concentrated all his chakra into his hand.

With a "buzz," the electric light shone for a moment and then disappeared again.

Shiraishi Yoshijo clutched his arm and held his hand, kneeling on the ground, his face twisted in pain.

He hadn't expected that just doing this would put such a heavy burden on his meridians.

It had only lit up for a second, yet he felt like his entire arm was about to be ruined.

It really wasn't that simple; he might be able to learn Chidori in the future, but for now, it was definitely a forbidden technique for him.

After resting for an hour, he finally felt a bit better.

If shape transformation wouldn't work, he would try nature transformation.

Come to think of it, which should one practice first, shape transformation or nature transformation?

In the plot, it seemed like they always did shape transformation before nature transformation?

He took a kunai out of his ninja tool pouch, tried to inject lightning-style chakra into it, and then threw it at a tree.

He took out another kunai and threw it at the tree again.

Then he ran to the tree, pulled out the two kunai, and began to observe the cuts.

The cuts made by the two kunai were one deep and one shallow.

It had an effect.

He threw another chakra-infused kunai, this time injecting a bit more chakra, but the result was unsatisfactory.

Frowning, Shiraishi Yoshijo ran to his room, took out paper and pen, and began to write down all the lightning nature transformations he could think of.

Sharpness, paralysis, diffusion, conduction, what else?

Did explosion count as a nature of lightning?

Shiraishi Yoshijo scratched his head, unable to figure it out.

Whatever, he would just try them one by one.

First was sharpness, Shiraishi Yoshijo: ""

Can someone tell me how lightning is supposed to become sharp?

Sasuke and Killer B in the plot both seemed to be able to do this, and they both used swords; perhaps he needed a sword too?

Just then, Shiraishi Eizawa returned, reeking of alcohol.

"Uncle Eizawa, is there a ninja sword in the house?"

Shiraishi Eizawa was clearly drunk, muttering something incomprehensible, and then tossed him a key.

"Warehouse, go find one yourself."

Taking the key, Shiraishi Yoshijo looked at his swaying back and felt very worried.

If things went on like this, he would probably drink himself to death sooner or later, without even having the chance to turn into a butterfly.

He didn't know how to persuade him, though, and it gave him a headache.

Coming to the storage shed behind the house, Shiraishi Yoshijo opened the heavy door that hadn't been touched in a long time.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A cloud of dust rushed out the moment he pushed the door open, making him cough repeatedly.

He waited for the dust to settle before stepping inside.

A dense pile of various weapons lay scattered on the floor, looking just like a heap of trash.

He picked up a sword from the ground and drew the blade; hmm, it was rusted.

Tossing it aside, he began rummaging through the junk pile for a ninja sword that suited him.

Too long, no.

This one is decent, why is it rusted too?

After searching for a long time without finding anything suitable, he headed deeper into the warehouse.

To be honest, the warehouse was quite large, and he found several more blades in the back, but none of them were right for him.

Just then, a ninja sword resting on a dilapidated weapon rack caught his eye.

"This blade seems to belong to Uncle Zosuke. Heh, I do miss him."

He said it with his mouth, but he knew the owner of this sword was already dead.

Picking up the sword, he drew the blade; it wasn't rusted.

That was only natural; Zosuke was one of the few masters of swordsmanship in the clan, so he naturally wouldn't be careless with his blades.

He didn't know what material the sword was made of, but as long as it suited him, that was all that mattered.

Having found a usable blade, he prepared to leave.

But as he left, he looked at the rusted weapons covering the floor for a moment of silence, then closed the heavy door.

Back in the courtyard, he slashed wildly at a wooden post, only stopping once he had split it in two.

"I'm in a foul mood. Whatever, time to sleep."

Before the sky had even brightened, Shiraishi Yoshijo rolled out of bed.

He took his sword into the courtyard to experiment with the nature transformation of lightning.

He first tried injecting chakra into the blade, falling into deep thought as he watched the electric light gradually brighten along the steel.

Sharpness—how exactly was he supposed to make lightning sharp?

With no leads, he could only fetch a wooden post to try a few slashes and get a feel for it.

Slash first, then inject chakra and slash again.

Thrust, then inject chakra and thrust again.

Then, he observed the cuts.

The thrust wound didn't look any different, so he turned his attention to the slash wound.

It was a remarkably clean cut; if he didn't know where he had struck, he probably wouldn't even be able to see the mark.

As for the slash with chakra injected, the range was clearly wider, and the cut appeared quite jagged, as if it had been sawed through.

Looking at the mark, Shiraishi Yoshijo said with a strange expression, "Could this be my nature transformation?"

He held the blade over the wooden post and began injecting lightning-style chakra, making no attempt to control it.

After half a minute, he stopped the flow of chakra.

The wooden post showed clear marks as if it had been sawed.

Shiraishi Yoshijo scratched his head.

A chainsaw?

What kind of nature transformation is this? Isn't this supposed to be shape transformation?

Still, it was a pleasant surprise.

He began to control the chakra, trying to force the blade into the shape of a chainsaw.

At first, the current on the blade had no form, but as he injected more chakra, it gradually began to change.

Flowing, barbed teeth began to appear; these teeth were quite large at first, but under his control, they slowly shrank until they were invisible to the naked eye.

He brought the blade down hard on the wooden post!

The post split in two and fell to the ground.

Shiraishi Yoshijo crouched down to examine the cut.

The surface was rough and uneven, and the cut wasn't a straight line, but rather curved.

Shiraishi Yoshijo frowned; if someone were struck by this technique, they would likely be in excruciating pain.

Theoretically speaking, the sharper the blade, the less pain a person feels when being cut.

However, the mere moment of contact with this nature transformation would likely be too painful for anyone to endure; it was practically like being bitten by a beast.

It wasn't just a bite, but a bite followed by chewing.

Just thinking about that kind of pain made his scalp tingle.

How could lightning have such a transformation?

Shiraishi Yoshijo couldn't figure it out, and just a moment ago, when he struck the wooden stake, he felt as if the blade had lost control for an instant.

Thinking of this, he stood the wooden stake back up and slashed down once more.

This time, because he was deliberately controlling it, he didn't feel the blade go out of control.

A perfectly straight line.

"Try not to use this move; it's a bit cruel."

Shiraishi Eizawa appeared behind him, looking as if he had just woken up, his entire demeanor sluggish.

Shiraishi Yoshijo turned back and smiled, "I know, but how could lightning have such a transformation? Do you know the reason, Uncle?"

Shiraishi Eizawa picked up the wooden stake to examine the cut closely, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. Perhaps your grandfather Takemoto Shuichi would know; he is an expert in using lightning. Alright, go eat."

After finishing his meal, Shiraishi Yoshijo went out with his sword on his back.

Shiraishi Eizawa sat on the steps, holding a book and flipping through it.

After reading for a while, he picked up the wooden stake that Shiraishi Yoshijo had split in two and examined it carefully.

"This should be a transformation that only occurs when form and nature are combined, but how was it achieved?"

Shiraishi Eizawa frowned; even he couldn't possess this level of chakra control.

"Is it a natural gift? Or did something go wrong with the Butterfly Seed?"

It really was being too hasty.

"He shouldn't have noticed the anomaly yet. His chakra control ability is practically on par with someone raising three Butterfly Seeds. What exactly went wrong?"

Shiraishi Eizawa didn't think this was a good thing; he knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

If things continued like this, by the time Shiraishi Yoshijo's Butterfly Seed began to take full effect, his chakra control ability alone would likely be at least at the Kage level.

The benefits were obvious: learning ninjutsu was incredibly fast.

A C-rank ninjutsu that would take others a month to learn, he could likely master in just a few hours, as simple as eating or drinking water.

As for the downsides, Shiraishi Eizawa hadn't thought of any yet, but he was certain this was absolutely not normal.

If it were truly a natural gift, why hadn't it manifested before?

It only started to appear after he began raising the Butterfly Seed.

After much deliberation, Shiraishi Eizawa decided to make a trip to the Butterfly Habitat Valley.

Using the Reverse Summoning Technique to arrive at the Butterfly Habitat Valley, Shiraishi Eizawa met Mei.

"Lady Mei, there is something I would like to ask your advice on."

"What is it?"

"Yoshijo's Butterfly Seed seems abnormal. His chakra control ability is simply astonishing. Could this lead to any problems?"

At this moment, the expression on Mei's face was very strange.

"Eizawa, isn't this a good thing?"

"A good thing? When something is abnormal, there must be a demon at work. Lady Mei, I think it would be better to have him come here for you to take a look."

Mei's expression became even stranger.

"It seems that no matter how much time passes, I will never understand human thinking. It is clearly a good thing, yet you all insist on seeing it as a bad thing. It seems I may have done something I shouldn't have?"

Shiraishi Eizawa's face changed: "Could it be that you..."

"Eizawa, that was just a small gift. That child is quite special."

"Special?"

"Yes, don't worry. He is the last of your bloodline, and I can't have the popularity here die out, so I gave him some special treatment."

"Are you sure there won't be any problems?"

"Absolutely not."

After saying this, Mei began to shoo him away.

Left with no other choice, Shiraishi Eizawa could only return.

Sitting on the steps once again, recalling Mei's strange attitude, Shiraishi Eizawa's expression shifted uncertainly.

He suddenly remembered what Takemoto Shuichi had said.

Perhaps there really was no need for this secret technique to be passed down anymore.