Practicing Flying Thunder God, Rasengan

However, before practicing ninjutsu, I must first record the contents of my mind.

Although the things recorded by the Sharingan can be actively retained for a considerable amount of time, I fear that after a long period, I might miss a few words.

Qiuyang took out an extra-long summonable scroll from his bosom and began writing the contents of the Scroll of Sealing stored in his memory onto the scroll one by one.

Aside from those few explosive tags, this scroll was the most expensive item he had purchased.

By the time he finished transcribing everything, the sky had completely darkened. Qiuyang's right hand, which he had used to write, could barely be lifted, yet he did not feel tired.

He looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction several times, then performed hand seals to summon it into a different dimension, so that if he ever forgot certain details, he could undo the seal on his arm and take it out at any time.

However...

Qiuyang looked up at the sky; the time did not allow for the subsequent Rasengan training, and he still had a mission to complete.

"Better head back first!"

Relying on his years of experience as a genin, Qiuyang quickly found the mission herbs on the edge of the cliff and returned just before Konoha closed its gates.

After turning in the mission herbs, he went straight to the mission office staff to submit an application for a long vacation.

The staff checked Qiuyang's file and, finding that he had already completed his annual mission KPI for a genin, approved the leave request quite readily.

In any case, whenever they were short on money, these genin workhorses—who lacked proper teachers—would come to claim missions on their own.

Qiuyang, however, was unaware that he had once again become a workhorse selling his life for capitalists in this world.

On the second day after returning, he burned his bridges, selling everything in his home that could be sold to gather enough supplies for three months of secluded training.

He also brought some... special items he believed would surely impress the Toad Sage, the kind that men simply cannot resist...

Thus, he embarked on his first training journey.

One great thing about the Naruto World is that it generally features a population distribution characterized by "vast land and sparse people," with a significant portion consisting of uninhabited primeval forests.

Carrying a large pile of supplies, Qiuyang easily found a place with mountains, water, and meadows, perfect for training, after walking east for half a day.

From this day on, he officially began his ninjutsu training according to the special training plan he had formulated.

He was not at all worried about his physical constitution.

In fact, as early as the first year he entered Konoha while pretending to be a war refugee, he had secretly tested his affinity with chakra paper.

The result was the extremely rare five-element affinity, meaning he possessed Wind, Lightning, Fire, Water, and Earth.

Coupled with the Yin Release constitution inherent to his Uchiha bloodline, it was no exaggeration to call him a one-in-a-million genius; he only lacked the Yang Release of the Senju or Uzumaki clans.

This situation finally made Qiuyang, who had always complained about the unfairness of heaven, feel a bit more at ease, as it meant the path to godhood would be much less difficult.

He would not have to be like some transmigrator predecessors who had to travel everywhere to plunder and complete their missing attributes.

Considering that the teleportation formation flag retrieved from his right eye's Mangekyo "God-Meeting Machine" was not suitable for use in combat.

And although his Sharingan ocular power had basically recovered, the Mangekyo ocular power was still on cooldown, so the flag could not be used for a short time.

Therefore, Qiuyang decided to practice the Flying Thunder God technique while studying the Rasengan.

Based on the inference that his Mangekyo was related to space, Qiuyang felt that learning the Flying Thunder God should not be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The training method he adopted was, naturally, the use of clones.

Ninja Art: Shadow Clone Technique

Qiuyang performed the hand seals, and with a "poof," an identical version of himself stood before him, hands on his hips.

"You practice the Rasengan, I'll practice the Flying Thunder God."

"No, you go practice the Rasengan, I'll learn the Flying Thunder God, because the Rasengan is clearly harder."

"????"

Who exactly is the original? Is this shirking responsibility really his own clone?

Qiuyang was speechless listening to the Shadow Clone, while the clone just shrugged indifferently, walked to the other side, and began trying to comprehend the obscure and difficult description of the Flying Thunder God ninjutsu.

Fine, it seems the one he split off is a bit arrogant, but as long as it gets the job done, it's fine.

With no other choice, Qiuyang had to research the more difficult Rasengan himself...

The first day of training ended.

Aside from roughly understanding the principles of the two ninjutsu, Qiuyang finally understood why many experts in the original plot did not use Shadow Clones for "double the happiness" in training.

It was because this method was just too damn exhausting.

The feeling after dispelling the Shadow Clone was as if he had lived through 48 hours in a single day; he was exhausted and had a splitting headache, wanting nothing more than to lie down and sleep.

And that was just with one Shadow Clone helping.

Splitting one clone for training meant double the fatigue, two meant triple, and if it were someone like Naruto who frequently used hundreds...

Just thinking about it made Qiuyang shudder; he could only guess that Naruto might have offset ninety percent of the fatigue by being the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki!

Second day of training: No progress;

Third day: The Shadow Clone figured out how to use chakra to engrave the Flying Thunder God formula, so he used kunai to practice. He ended up ruining over a dozen of them without success, and Qiuyang's heart ached to the point of tears.

Fourth day: Basically adapted to the negative effects after dispelling the Shadow Clone Technique.

Day 5: No progress.

Day 6: The first stage of the Rasengan, popping the water balloon, successfully completed.

Half a month later, on an otherwise ordinary day of training until high noon.

"Hey, come take a look at this."

Qiuyang, who was still agonizing over how to compress the released swirling chakra into a sphere, hurriedly put down the balloon in his hand and asked his clone:

"Did you burn through the kunai again? There aren't any new ones left, just make do with the broken ones, big boss..."

After half a month of effort, his Rasengan was stuck at the final compression step, and the Flying Thunder God was still sitting stagnant at the very first step of carving spatial markers.

This incredibly discouraging situation made Qiuyang start to doubt his own intelligence.

"No, main body, take a good look at what kind of treasure I've come up with."

After saying this, the clone suddenly threw a kunai at a tree more than twenty meters away.

With a "whoosh" and a "thud," the kunai embedded itself deeply into a thick, protruding branch.

Before Qiuyang could even ask, his shadow clone pinched his fingers into a sword seal, and in a flicker, he teleported directly to the tree where the kunai was pinned.

There was no high-speed afterimage; it wasn't a Body Flicker Technique, but a spatial jump?

This... isn't this the Flying Thunder God?

Qiuyang was overjoyed, secretly thinking that staying up late last night to study the Uzumaki Clan's material on seal formulas had truly paid off.

He immediately wanted to dispel the technique to upload the experience to his main body, but the clone, having returned, waved his hand and delivered some bad news:

"According to my experiments, with our current chakra levels, we can only support teleportation between three marked kunai within a thirty-meter radius for now."

Having said that, the clone voluntarily dispelled the technique, turning into a puff of smoke and dissipating into the air.

The massive amount of training memories from the clone flooded into Qiuyang's main body. He immediately pinched his fingers into a sword seal and, in an instant, flew to the branch where the clone had just been standing.

"Awesome."

However, only being able to fly to three marked locations within a thirty-meter range... he felt it was a bit like a useless chicken rib.

But he soon let it go and cheered up again, because once he had sufficient chakra in the future, couldn't he use it as freely as the Yellow Flash?

As the saying goes: a ten-thousand-foot tower rises from the ground, glory depends on oneself, society... society...

Qiuyang hurriedly shook his head, casting away the wretched brainwashing song from his mind. After resting for a while to recover his chakra, he created another shadow clone.

"Let's keep up the good work and master the Rasengan in one go. Do you have the confidence?"

The clone rolled his eyes at the main body who was feeding him empty promises, then suddenly thought of a good idea and hurriedly asked if the main body wanted to try the method used by the "Prince"—

That is, the main body and the clone working together to make the ball: one focuses on compression, the other is responsible for power and rotation.

But this idea was rejected by Qiuyang without hesitation:

"The person we are going to become in the future is not someone who has to be timid and hide away like before. Can't we set our ambitions a bit higher?"

Seeing the clone still wanting to argue, Qiuyang quickly added:

"Think about it, if you can manifest a ball with one hand, others will think you're a peerless expert."

"You actually have a point!"

These words successfully convinced the clone... and Qiuyang himself.

In fact, after experiencing eighty-one failures, he had considered using shadow clones to cooperate in forming the ball.

But it always felt strange, lacking that sense of shock he wanted to see on his enemies' faces.

He decided to stick with the one-handed method; he was someone aiming for the level of the Otsutsuki, so he still needed to maintain his image.