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Sure enough, Minato was a closet show-off with a taste for over-the-top theatrics.
The ridiculous names he gave his ninjutsu said it all.
After dinner, Xunjing wandered into his backyard, which he had cleared out specifically as a training ground. He took out Mount Myoboku's senjutsu scroll and carefully read through it, sorting out all the crucial details.
Once he finished, he waved a hand and set up a barrier, then sat cross-legged on the ground. He closed his eyes and stilled his mind, entering a state of Heaven-Man Unity with little effort. In that state, he could easily sense the natural energy drifting through the air around him.
Actually, he had been able to sense this stuff for quite some time, and he had been almost certain it was natural energy. The problem was that he had no senjutsu cultivation method, so he had never dared touch it recklessly. Absorb it through trial and error and invent a technique himself? That would have been no different from courting death.
The natural energy in the Ninja World was downright bizarre, viciously volatile. One careless mistake could petrify a person and kill them outright. Xunjing figured this probably had something to do with the God Tree draining the planet's essence and natural energy all those years ago. After what that damned tree had done, the planet's will must have been furious, seething with hatred. Calling it nature's wrath was no exaggeration, and that was why the natural energy was so unruly.
Now that he finally had Mount Myoboku's senjutsu method, Xunjing felt confident enough to stop holding back and give it a try. He had considerable faith in his chakra control and the strength of his mental power. As long as he did not get greedy and followed Mount Myoboku's