Spiral Pill. Yes, it was.
As a bystander—especially during the Fourth Great War—when you were still just a brat, how could you be embarrassed to say that you had seen its spark without developing the Spiral Pill? Although Mirai had decided to integrate into this world, that did not mean he should forget the memories of his previous life. It was probably like someone suddenly leaving the hometown he knew so well and settling in a completely unfamiliar place, where he would live forever and never be able to return. There were differences and barriers between the two, but if he truly looked at them, he could let go of many things.
Of course, that analogy and his understanding of the name were still too simplistic. It was merely a simple explanation: he had decided to integrate into the new world and had developed new feelings, yet he did not reject his past life in the slightest. Since he did not believe there was an absolute barrier between the two, there was no psychological obstacle to recalling his past-life memories and retaining his former identity. After all, both were precious memories, things he cherished.
As they followed their teacher and two companions through the forest toward Camp No. 3, Naruto devoted half his attention to pondering the matter. After organizing his thoughts, he said, "Teacher, I have an idea."
"Hmm?" Hearing Naruto behind him, Mirai tilted his head slightly. "I'm listening. What is it?"
"We've formed this team and fought on the battlefield for nearly two months. During that time, I discovered a problem—the shortcomings of hand seals in ninjutsu!" Naruto spoke slowly and methodically, clearly guiding Mirai and the other three's thoughts onto the track he had prepared. "Hand seals and the full execution of ninjutsu require the coordination