"If Sensei hadn't arrived in time just now, I most likely would have lost."
"You don't need to belittle yourself."
Yuhi Shinku spoke softly, his tone certain.
"Baki had already used most of his strength just now. He even unleashed his ultimate killing technique, yet still failed to kill you. That alone proves your strength far surpasses that of ordinary juniors."
"Any other Konoha Genin, even an ordinary Chunin, would have died several times over under that assault."
Kawaki Aoba fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"But I was still completely suppressed. I could only defend passively and trade injury for injury. I never truly controlled the battle."
"That is where your weakness lies,"
Yuhi Shinku said frankly.
"The greatest difference between a Jonin and Chunin or Genin lies in their overall foundation—their endurance, reserves of techniques, and broad tactical judgment in battle."
"You possess exceptional perception and combat talent, but lack the physical strength and chakra to support them. You are like a sharp short blade: sharp enough, but not enduring enough to shake a heavy shield."
Kawaki Aoba slowly clenched his hand, his fingertips tightening as his gaze grew ever more resolute.
"I'll make up for every one of my shortcomings as quickly as possible."
"I need to gain the strength to truly contend with a Jonin as soon as possible. The next time I face Baki, I won't need anyone's support. I'll defeat him head-on with my own strength."
Seeing the blazing, unwavering battle intent in the boy's eyes, Yuhi Shinku's gaze filled with gratification, and he nodded gently.
"I believe you have that potential.
"But on the path of training, impatience is forbidden. If your foundation is unstable, even the greatest talent will struggle to go far."
"Treat your wounds first. Then we'll return