Water splashed everywhere.
The instant the water balloon burst, a powerful current of chakra swept the fallen leaves on the ground three meters away.
Minato stood where he was. His golden bangs were thoroughly soaked, droplets running down the bridge of his nose and dripping from his chin. He looked at his empty palm and sighed.
"Still no good." Minato shook the water from his hand. "Once the chakra flow speeds up, the surface of the balloon can't withstand the pressure inside."
Nawaki wiped the water from his face, not upset in the slightest. He stared at Minato's palm.
He knew exactly what that was.
The Rasengan.
A hand-signless ninjutsu that the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, had spent a full three years developing. The ultimate expression of chakra shape transformation.
"A training assignment Jiraiya-sensei gave me." Minato pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Nawaki. "He said my chakra control was strong, so he told me to try concentrating chakra in my palm, spinning it at high speed, and keeping it within a spherical range. But I can only make it rotate in one direction. Once the speed picks up, it bursts."
Nawaki took the handkerchief and wiped his face.
Right now, all he had to do was hold out his hand, channel chakra, and form a perfect Rasengan within three seconds before slamming it into Minato's face.
But he did not.
Minato was a genius. Geniuses did not need condescending handouts from others. All they needed was an equal exchange of ideas.
"You said just now that you made it spin in one direction?" Nawaki tossed the handkerchief back.
"Right. Clockwise." Minato nodded.
"That's where the problem is." Nawaki folded his arms and leaned against an old locust tree. "If it rotates in one direction, the