Training in the Flying Raijin Technique

Naruto understood Jiraiya's intentions at a glance.

"All right, brat. Go find a place and practice on your own."

Jiraiya yawned, leaned against the campfire, and went to sleep.

Naruto glanced at Jiraiya and said nothing more, instantly entering Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.

He then tried controlling his hair as well, wanting to practice.

However, no matter what his hair touched, it would shatter instantly.

The whole night passed.

The surrounding area had been ruined beyond recognition by Naruto.

Jiraiya yawned and opened his eyes.

He looked around in confusion.

Yesterday, this had been a lush forest. Today, it had become a barren stretch of land.

"Brat, what did you do?"

Jiraiya's mouth twitched.

Naruto took several deep breaths with effort.

"Enough nonsense. Let's go."

Even the muscles in his face trembled as he spoke. He had tried that method countless times last night, yet he had not succeeded even once.

All of Naruto's strength could be said to have come easily. He had never truly put in any hard work.

Even when he trained, it had only been to temper his state of mind.

So Naruto's first real attempt at training could only be called a disastrous failure.

"What a short-tempered brat."

Jiraiya was speechless.

Neither of them spoke again as they hurried onward.

Three days later, the two arrived in the Land of Hot Water.

The place was bustling with people. There were shinobi, merchant caravans, and samurai.

Everyone who came here was here for sightseeing.

"What now? Split up and search?"

On the street, Naruto looked around helplessly. He had just tried using Kagura Mind's Eye to search, but there were too many people here. He had never seen Tsunade before, and with her Yin Seal, he truly could not find her for the moment.

"No rush. Let's find a place and get some proper rest first."

Jiraiya's lazy nature took over, and he found an inn to stay at.

Naruto was somewhat speechless, but since Jiraiya was not in a hurry, there was no need for him to be anxious either.

So he joined Jiraiya in enjoying the hot springs here.

Fortunately, it was only the two of them. Naruto was still a child, and with mist curling all around them, the atmosphere was rather tranquil.

Clear water washed away a thousand worries, leaving body and mind at ease.

The relaxation of his mind made Naruto drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, Naruto slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found that Jiraiya across from him was gone.

He instinctively sensed his surroundings.

His face instantly darkened.

I really fell for your nonsense.

His mouth twitched as he looked behind him.

Amid the swirling steam, a lecherous white-haired middle-aged man draped in a bath towel was crouched there, peeping at the other side. From time to time, he even revealed a perverted grin.

It had seemed pretty funny in the anime, and since they had all been animated characters, Naruto had not felt much while watching it.

But in reality, Naruto found it very difficult to accept. He had not felt much even when killing people, yet seeing Jiraiya act so sleazily made him really, really want to hit someone.

Forget it, forget it. We're all outsiders here.

Naruto comforted himself inwardly.

"Hehehe, they're so big. So white and soft."

Jiraiya chuckled lewdly.

The veins on Naruto's forehead bulged.

At last, he could not take it anymore.

His body vanished in an instant, and he appeared behind Jiraiya.

"Perverted old man, that's enough!"

Naruto kicked him squarely in the ass.

The kick was too fast. Even though Jiraiya noticed it, he had no time to react.

Boom!!!

The wall collapsed, and Jiraiya flew onto the rockery across from them.

After a moment of silence, a scream that pierced the heavens rang out.

"Ah! There's a pervert!"

By then, Naruto had already vanished.

With no women in my heart, I naturally draw my blade like a god.

Naruto did not consider himself a lecher, at least not compared to Jiraiya. He did not have such thoughts.

After returning to his room and changing clothes, Naruto left the inn and headed onto the street.

He did not choose to use clones to search. Instead, he searched bit by bit.

Observing the place as he looked also counted as sightseeing.

However, after Naruto searched every casino and still could not find Tsunade, he became somewhat puzzled.

"Could the intelligence have been wrong?"

Tsunade was indeed here.

Naruto had simply been unlucky today.

Tsunade had lost all her money yesterday, so she did not gamble today and had stayed at the inn instead.

At this moment, she was drinking at the inn.

Naruto had searched every casino and found nothing.

He could only return first.

When he returned to the inn, Jiraiya had disappeared.

Naruto was speechless. If this guy was not drinking, he was probably visiting prostitutes.

Forget it. I should train instead.

After obtaining Minato's memories, Naruto Uzumaki had yet to properly train.

The Flying Raijin Technique was extremely convenient.

The first step in training the Flying Raijin Technique was remembering the formula inscribed by the caster.

That was the Flying Raijin mark.

In Minato's memories, this thing had relied entirely on feeling.

Moreover, every person's Flying Raijin formula was different. It was the most important thing in their heart.

It felt somewhat against his will.

For example, the Second Hokage's was the symbol of the Senju Clan, while Minato's was his ideal: Shinobi's Sword of Love.

Because he had Minato's memories and experience, what Naruto needed to do now was directly practice the second step: inscribing the Flying Raijin mark.

Closing his eyes, Naruto began trying to inscribe a Flying Raijin mark on the ground.

Yet after half a day, he could not produce a damn thing.

Naruto scratched his head hard.

Could my talent for training really be this bad?

Naruto refused to believe it.

Threefold Reversal, activate.

Without another word, Naruto entered the Reversal state.

Then he continued to comprehend it.

After an unknown amount of time.

I'm still missing something. Conviction? Willpower? In this world's terms, my own ninja way.

Perhaps his brain had finally started working, because Naruto instantly understood what step he was missing.

But conviction was a very abstract thing.

Naruto racked his brains for a long time, yet he still did not know how to infuse his own conviction into it.

"I refuse to believe this."

Naruto's eyes flashed as he prepared to do something drastic.

He extended his right hand.

Twin Hands.

A tiny bubble appeared.

Naruto directly implanted it into his own mind.

His gaze instantly became resolute.

He temporarily altered his own memories.

Now, Naruto had only one thought in his mind: become stronger.

He slapped his right hand down.

A black pattern instantly appeared on the ground.

"Success."

Though he had taken a shortcut, he had still gotten started.

Looking down.

A black vortex pattern was clearly imprinted on the paper on the ground.

If he sensed it carefully, he could faintly feel a connection to the pattern on the ground.

He tried several more times, and each time he could leave the pattern on it.

Then came the third step: teleportation.

The Flying Raijin Technique activated.

Naruto's body vanished instantly.

Then he appeared in midair and fell headfirst toward the ground.

Just as his head was about to hit the ground, he suddenly stopped.

"Looks like I do have some talent."

Naruto breathed a sigh of relief. There had been no danger in the first two steps of training.

Only this step was a real threat. After all, space was not something one could play with casually.

However, perhaps because of Fire Release, Naruto found it quite easy to train in the Flying Raijin Technique.

But if he wanted to use it in battle like Minato, he would probably be better off charging in with his fists. After all, he was not Minato and did not possess Minato's combat talent or reflexes.