Tobirama paused at those words. With a slight frown, he drew three Custom Kunai engraved with Flying Thunder God Marks from his ninja tool pouch, spun them around his fingertips, and settled them firmly in his palm.
"Are you serious? Sensing spatial coordinates for the Flying Thunder God Technique isn't something you can master on a whim."
Despite his skepticism, he flicked a finger and hurled one of the kunai at the old pagoda tree across the river.
The kunai whistled through the air and embedded itself in the thick trunk. Its silvery metal gleamed coldly in the sunset, the black markings especially conspicuous.
Tetsuhiro took a deep breath, mobilized his chakra, and focused on the strange new perception that had suddenly appeared within him.
It felt as though countless invisible threads extended from his mind, fastening securely to the kunai across the river.
"Watch this!" he said sharply. He had expected the same sluggish stuttering he experienced during his usual practice, but his body followed that spatial pull as though it had done so millions of times.
Whoosh-
A faint tremor sounded in the air. Golden light flashed, and Tetsuhiro's figure faded from where he stood. Almost simultaneously, an afterimage flickered beneath the pagoda tree across the river.
He raised his hand and caught the kunai's handle, his fingertips resting right at the center of the Flying Thunder God Mark!
Uncontainable excitement shone in his eyes.
"Haha! How was that, Tobirama?" He turned and waved the kunai toward the opposite bank, his voice brimming with boastful laughter. "Isn't your big brother a natural genius?"
Across the river, Tobirama still held his throwing pose. His eyes had gone perfectly round, clearly reflecting that smug figure on the other bank. Only after a long while did he squeeze out a few