It was just an instinctive, unorganized thread.
Then it wasn't guided in the correct way.
Thinking about this...
Araki jumped up from the tatami mat, then stood firmly on his feet, the image of the scroll appearing in his mind.
He stretched out his left hand as if to pick up a pair of clips, and raised his right hand high as if holding a hammer. Although he wasn't actually holding a hammer, it was enough to make all the muscles in his body tense up.
In an instant.
Araki felt that thread again.
It's the posture of a fully drawn bow.
The line runs from the right foot to the right hand, with no other extra line. Although the posture is fully arched, something always feels a little awkward.
"Make a slight change..."
Araki slowly closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the Chakra Threads within his body, controlling the thread of his right foot to move towards his left foot.
This process is relatively long.
If he hadn't had that sudden inspiration, he would have preferred to wait until he got back to practice slowly in the woods.
Araki now needs to produce a preliminary result so that he can compare it with the contents of the scroll and use it as a reference.
As Araki made these movements, Maemoto Ichiro and Maemoto Takashi stared at Araki intently, their eyes filled with incomprehension and confusion.
They could tell from Araki's movements that Araki was assuming Forging Technique posture and realized that Araki was studying the contents of the scroll.
only...
It feels so surreal!
This is absolutely terrifying!
The Forging Technique I just learned not long ago can now be used to immediately infuse Chakra into it?
Is it really possible?
In an instant.
Both Maemoto Ichiro and Maemoto Takashi changed the way they looked at Araki.
"It's a success!"
Araki suddenly opened his eyes, a look of joy flashing in them. He didn't even know how long it had taken, but he had finally managed to guide the Chakra Threads over.
At that very moment.
Starting from the heart, another line emerges, naturally extending towards the right foot, while the other side leads to the left hand.
"Um?"
Araki immediately felt a sense of doubt. He now had two lines that intersected with each other, and with the movement of raising his hand, they were drawn as if a bow had been fully drawn.
Both of these lines pass through the heart.
He was so focused on the number of lines on the scroll that he didn't fully notice whether it was related to his heart.
immediately.
He immediately lost his strength, turned back to the table, quickly opened the scroll, and stared at the picture on it.
"I see!"
Araki suddenly realized that almost without exception, all fourteen lines passed through the heart.
The previous lines were just too complicated.
This prevented him from seeing it clearly at first glance.
Araki is now certain that the feeling he got from re-arranging the threads is the feeling of being able to unleash Chakra.
Immediately afterwards.
Araki struck the same pose again, and two lines suddenly appeared, passing through his heart and running through his entire body.
No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult for a third line to emerge.
"It seems that it really needs time to mature!"
Araki sighed inwardly. He had never thought of becoming an expert overnight; that was practically impossible. Even the most brilliant genius had to study diligently to master a skill.
After all that was done.
Araki stopped his posture; he didn't attach Chakra in front of the Maemoto father and son, as he still wanted to conceal it to some extent.
"It worked?"
Maemoto Ichiro asked in confusion. He was certain that Araki would lose, but asking if he had lost would make it seem as if he had never thought Araki could win from the beginning.
It's not a good way to talk.
"No." Araki shook his head, a thoughtful look on his face. He didn't hide it too much; he hadn't succeeded yet. After all, he hadn't done it, nor had he been able to unleash more threads. From any perspective, it couldn't be considered a success.
"Keep it up, it's only your first day!" Maemoto Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your hospitality today. After all that work, I'm a little tired and want to go home," Araki said directly.
"It's normal, it's normal." Maemoto Ichiro nodded. If he wasn't tired, that would be a much bigger problem.
While they were talking.
The father and son escorted Araki away from the clan's territory.
Araki headed straight for his house, but he didn't intend to go home; instead, he was going to the grove to conduct an experiment.
"This forging technique, regardless of whether it ultimately produces any ninja tools that suit me, even if it's just forging some Kunai and Shuriken, the training process itself is far more intense than simple core training!"
Araki walked along, pondering. The problem with Forging Technique was that they consumed too much energy; swinging a hammer would cause considerable wear and tear. Strictly speaking, in terms of intensity, it was definitely stronger than ordinary cultivation.
Because of the unique nature of the crafting process, it cannot be easily stopped, so no one uses crafting for cultivation.
However, Araki was different. He suddenly discovered that after obtaining the Forging Technique, his cultivation efficiency would increase by another level.
No more running through the woods, no more complicated squats, jumps, and push-ups; just swing the hammer a few hundred times a day.
and...
He can swing with more than just his right hand!
You can also use your left hand!
Both sides can get a full workout!
It can also stimulate the Chakra in the heart more quickly, causing his own Chakra to rise continuously until he can gradually master Wood Release Ninjutsu.
Thinking about this...
Araki increasingly felt that his training was now nearing completion. Not only could he improve the strength of his core muscles, but he could also improve his Chakra control. Ultimately, he could even exchange the ninja tools he created and the Explosive Tag he manufactured for money.
These two abilities can also directly influence Taijutsu and medical skills.
As Araki walked, a slight smile appeared on his lips; he increasingly felt that life in the village was getting better.
However...
At that very moment.
Araki suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
It was a feeling of being watched, of something being stared at, giving him a chilling sensation that made him instantly feel the temperature around him drop.
"Who?"
Araki's heart suddenly tightened, but he didn't dare turn around, so that the other person wouldn't know he had been discovered.
"Little guy, you have a pretty strong sense of perception; you found me so quickly."
A slow, deliberate voice sounded from behind Araki's ear, as if the owner of the voice was right beside him.
Immediately afterwards.
Araki felt something wriggling and rubbing against his shoulder.
It feels cool and refreshing.
I feel terrible.
"Hiss--"
Araki heard a strange sound again, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He glanced at his right shoulder out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a pair of dark, narrow snake eyes staring at him.
snake!
There was a snake on Araki's shoulder.
Now they're staring at him, flicking their tongues.
Even with Araki's composure, this visual impact evokes a chilling feeling, as if one has fallen into an ice cellar.
etc!
Araki immediately composed himself and calmed down; the feeling of being watched wasn't from the snake.
This snake is different!
That cold, icy gaze is still there!
Could it be...?
A name was about to pop into Araki's mind. There weren't many people in Konoha who played with snakes, and even fewer who could bring him such pressure.
Orochimaru!
Aside from Orochimaru, there are virtually no other possibilities!
Snap!
Suddenly.
A hand patted Araki's left shoulder.