It was clear: as a ti-honored, enduring establishnt, this shop naturally had its own unique craft.
Aside from a few laborer-level genin hired to handle manual work, only the shopkeeper showed traces of chakra on him—but even that didn't reach the level of a chunin.
With chakra that weak, there was no way he could've mastered fire-style nature transformation like you had!
Still, by observing their techniques, you might glean so insight into controlling the Fla of the Infested.
So, you casually suggested that you wanted to watch the process of refining chakra alloy.
The shopkeeper hesitated a bit, but once he heard you say you only wanted to see how the impure chakra alloy you'd brought in was purified—without prying into other aspects of their operations—he relaxed.
Add to that your offhand remark about possibly recycling damaged ninja tools through his shop in the future, and the weight of your identity as a mber of the ANBU...
Naturally, the shopkeeper wasn't about to turn away such a valuable returning custor. He chalked up your request to a fear of being short-changed and quickly agreed.
He imdiately ordered several skilled smiths to pause their current tasks and fire up the forge.
You watched as the workers first confird the alloy's weight, then selected a furnace of suitable size and placed the alloy inside.
Once the flas were lit, the furnace's specialized design concentrated the fire to a single point. At that mont, the shopkeeper stepped in personally, taking over the job.
You saw him expertly adjust the side levers on the furnace. The flas alternated between spreading and converging, eventually lting the alloy into a shimring, strange-colored liquid.
As he continued to control the fla's intensity and focus, bits of black slag began to float to the surface. These impurities were skimd off and discarded, while the purified chakra tal now glowed with a deep, enticing blue sheen.
You quietly activated your Sharingan and observed through an opening on the furnace's side, watching intently until the shopkeeper recast the refined chakra tal into a slightly smaller ingot.
Then, right in front of you, he sliced it with precision, collecting the shavings to reforge them into a flexible tal bowstring.
While praising the masterful technique aloud, you also relied on your Sharingan to fully commit every detail—everything you believed you could replicate—to mory.
...
Leaving the ninja tool workshop behind, you walked back to your dorm in the ANBU quarters, ntally replaying the slting techniques over and over.
Once certain that no one would disturb you, you opened the small box containing the Fla of the Infested and began experinting with so of the fla-control techniques you'd picked up.
Sure enough, there was so noticeable improvent.
However, lacking the various tools and equipnt of the workshop, even your deep understanding of fire-style nature transformation couldn't perfectly replicate the nuances of control.
Still, even if it wasn't a perfect copy, sothing else had clicked in your mind—a new jutsu concept.
Perhaps… sothing that could be called a chakra mode.
After a period of ditation, you suddenly opened your eyes, casually drew a kunai, and drove it toward your opposite palm.
In that instant, an intense, high-temperature fla erupted from your hand—yet like a well-trained pet, the fire didn't harm you in the slightest.
Instead, it lted the incoming kunai into a pool of molten tal almost instantly.
You reached out with your other palm, summoning the sa flas, and grabbed the liquid tal barehanded.
Rolling and kneading the glowing iron between your palms, you shaped it as easily as if it were clay—into a crude, pointed spike.
Gradually, you let the heat in your hands fade. The iron cooled accordingly. Soon, only residual warmth remained, and you were able to hold it without being burned.
A rush of joy surged across your face.
Originally, all your fire-style chakra mode attempts had been based on the Lightning-Style Chakra Mode used by Kumogakure—designed to enhance physical power. But that path had only led to disaster, nearly burning you alive.
You had clearly ignored the fundantal differences between lightning and fire.
But now, with your mastery of fire-style having reached a new level, inspiration had struck—and you'd finally crafted your own Fire-Style Chakra Mode.
Considering its properties—being able to lt and reshape tal nearly instantly—you decided to na it:
Fire Style: Iron-lting Hands!
With this jutsu, your close-quarters combat capabilities would drastically improve, making up for the physical strength disadvantage that ca with your youth.
If an opponent tried to use swords, shuriken, or any other ninja tools against you, they'd only end up watching their weapons lt away—giving you a distinct edge in battle.
Although you could currently only channel the jutsu through your palms, you speculated that with ti and training, you'd be able to extend it to your hands, vital areas—or even your entire body. At that point, you'd be able to withstand even deadly ninjutsu with your bare flesh!
With the creation of Iron-lting Hands, your confidence was restored. You tried once more to channel the Fla of the Infested into your palm.
Unfortunately, no luck.
This strange green fla, though not hot in temperature, burned through chakra at an alarming rate. It simply devoured the fire-style chakra you emitted, lightly coating the Iron-lting Hands without any sign of actual fusion.
Perhaps, if you kept feeding it chakra—like the Abura Clan fed their Parasitic Insects—it might eventually "bond" with you…
But that would take an incredible amount of ti and effort.
Trying to flood it with chakra all at once would also require an enormous chakra reserve—sothing even that Wood Release construct you destroyed from Root couldn't achieve.
How could you possibly pull it off?
As you brooded over it, your stomach suddenly growled.
The intense focus on jutsu developnt had drained a significant amount of your chakra, and using ditation techniques to concentrate had also consud large amounts of physical energy.
Maybe it was ti for so Ichiraku Ran.
...
As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the streets filled with office workers getting off duty, ninja returning from missions, and kids just out of school. The lights along the street flickered on, chasing away any remnants of the gloom that had once lingered after the Uchiha massacre.
Luckily, you arrived just as the dinner rush was beginning. A few seats opened up quickly.
You ordered three large bowls of ran with different flavors and sat down to dig in.
Halfway through eating, you suddenly felt a chill breeze behind you.
Soone was watching.
And whoever it was—they weren't ordinary.
That instinct, forged through countless life-or-death battles during your Root training, was never wrong.
Then, in walked a dirt-smudged little boy, wearing the sa bright orange jacket he wore all year round and sporting a spiky head of yellow hair.
He slapped a few wrinkled, slightly water-damaged bills and so mismatched coins on the counter and said:
"Two warm soups… and one bowl of tonkotsu ran, please…"
Just like that, your suspicions vanished.
Wasn't this the Hokage's kid, out on another "real-life experience" trip—along with his usual invisible entourage?
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