After the two received the legacy of the Wind Spirit Art, the enormous storm surrounding the ancient tower slowly dispersed, ebbing away like a tide between heaven and earth. Only a weather-beaten, crumbling tower remained, standing alone in the desert as though it had witnessed a thousand years of rise and decline.
"Finally over..." Tsunade stretched and rolled her shoulders, feeling the air around her gradually settle.
Yet Shinichi, standing beside her, showed little joy. Instead, he frowned and let out a quiet sigh.
"Little Tsunade, this Wind Spirit Art... is a bit troublesome."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow and turned toward him. "Hmm? What's wrong? Isn't it pretty powerful?"
Shinichi raised his hand and turned his palm upward. A wisp of pale blue wind gathered at his fingertips, gentle and mysterious, only to vanish moments later.
"The core of the Wind Spirit Art isn't chakra. It communicates with natural energy through special formulas, then uses that connection to command the wind."
Shinichi explained slowly, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "People in their era didn't use chakra at all. They drew directly on natural energy and controlled the wind element however they pleased."
Tsunade nodded thoughtfully, then quickly realized something and frowned. "So... we can't fully master their pure form of the Wind Spirit Art?"
Shinichi shrugged and sighed helplessly. "Exactly. If we learn it our way, the best we can do is combine it with chakra and turn it into Wind Style Senjutsu. We can't achieve its original purity."
Tsunade fell silent for a moment before a crucial point occurred to her. "Unless... we completely abandon our own chakra and use only natural energy?"
Shinichi looked at her and gave a light clap. "Smart! Exactly, that's the key!"
He paused, gazing out at the distant desert veiled in windblown