"All right, then. I'll start us off. The essence of Hand Seals is using physical movements to guide the combination of spiritual energy (Yin) and physical energy (Yang), but there's always been something I've wondered about..."
Yue's gaze grew unfathomably deep. "When shape transformation and nature transformation reach their limits, ordinary physical pathways can't withstand the terrifying backlash of that chakra.
"Take the ninjutsu I just demonstrated, the one without Hand Seals. If I forcibly added the nature transformation of 'Wind' to it, my palm would be sliced to dust in an instant by microscopic wind blades.
"How does your Senju Clan use Yang Release to anchor or stabilize such extreme physical phenomena?"
At his words, a dazzling light burst from deep within Tobirama's eyes.
A kindred spirit!
A genius who could keep up with the leaps of his thoughts!
"I see... You don't just understand the theory; you're also trying to combine the ultimate forms of shape and nature transformation..."
Tobirama climbed out of the stream and casually draped a robe over himself.
He looked at Yue, and the hostility in his eyes gave way to a pure desire for scholarly discussion.
In this era, Tobirama was lonely.
Hashirama was a numbers-obsessed genius who ran on instinct. If Tobirama asked him to teach ninjutsu, all he could say was, "Then bam, and then boom."
Madara went without saying.
Izuna, the man he had always regarded as a rival, had staked everything on his eyes, growing ever more trapped in the maze of ocular jutsu. Now, he had been killed by Tobirama's Flying Thunder God Slash.
As for the other so-called "ninjutsu researchers," they were a bunch of mediocrities who stole from their predecessors, crawling along paths already worn to the ground while imagining they'd climbed a peak. They couldn't