Naruto: I Draw Power Into Reality

"Shimura, even though Sakuma Akaba provided the theory, this technique is only theoretical..."

"It can be done. I feel like we're just one step away."

In the Forest of Death.

Sakumo Hatake sat on the grass, panting heavily.

Beside him stood Kakashi Windseer, current clan leader of the Kakashi Clan.

An elite Jonin and Sakumo Hatake's father.

"Fine, let's try again. If this attempt fails, you must rest for a week."

Kakashi Windseer declared solemnly.

"Yes, Father."

Sakumo took a deep breath, mentally going over each step he and his father had deduced—hand seals, chakra release, and so on.

Rat, Snake, Bird...

A series of hand seals formed in rapid succession, and his chakra gradually gathered into his hands.

Lightning-natured chakra was extremely volatile, possessing terrifying offensive power.

Precisely because of that, controlling it was equally difficult.

Gritting his teeth, Sakumo continued to control and compress it, forcibly condensing the lightning chakra into shape.

Zzzzip!

Suddenly, a piercing sound rang out. The intense light caused both Sakumo Hatake's and Kakashi Windseer's pupils to contract.

Silvery-white electricity danced continuously in his palm.

The chakra kept depleting while the lightning's power grew stronger, eventually becoming too dazzling for the naked eye to bear.

"Haaa!"

With a loud shout, Sakumo dashed forward, covering a hundred steps in an instant.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion sounded—the struck rock shattered instantly, fragments flying everywhere.

Kakashi Windseer immediately appeared, slicing through debris with one slash, then sweeping his sleeve to pull Sakumo from the rubble.

By now, Sakumo had already passed out.

Windseer's expression was complex.

Of course, he knew this technique was theoretically possible, yet its realization was extremely difficult—even he, as an elite Jonin, couldn't accomplish it.

And yet...

His own son actually did it!

"Sakumo, you're amazing."

He murmured inwardly, a faint trace of pride appearing on his normally cold face.

"Drawing isn't hard. Young Tsunade, you should learn too—it's at least a skill."

Mito Uzumaki smiled.

"No way!"

Tsunade turned her head away with an annoyed look.

In her eyes, Mito Uzumaki was just an old woman with terrible taste, really annoying.

"Drawing can actually be pretty useful."

Mito gently stroked her head while looking at the freshly drawn picture.

On this painting were Hashirama Senju, Tobirama Senju, Tsunade, and her parents—all present.

A family portrait...

"Even if you lose everything after I'm gone, you could still get by on your drawings."

"Granny, what nonsense are you talking!"

Tsunade's little face flushed red, like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Silly girl."

Everyone's gotta go someday.

If not for Konoha going through a transition and her granddaughter Tsunade not being ready yet, Mito would have already passed on to reunite with Hashirama.

Akaba remained silent.

I wish you'd stop talking about this—it makes me really uncomfortable!

Though one thing is correct—if not for Mito watching over her, Tsunade really would lose everything.

"Just kidding. I've still got plenty of years left in me."

Mito Uzumaki smiled.

She didn't mention selling the painting but carefully preserved it using Sealing Technique instead.

Tsunade sat in the pavilion with a pout, grabbed some brushes and paper, and began doodling casually.

With just a few strokes, a rough outline already appeared.

"Not bad!" 

Mito Uzumaki said in surprise. 

She had been practicing for three whole days straight!

"Hmph, of course it's good!" 

Tsunade replied proudly. Drawing wasn't difficult at all!

Actually, her talent wasn't in drawing per se—it was in how steady and precise her hands were. 

Her hands were extremely steady, and her precision was excellent, so her lines were very smooth and beautiful.

But some things you just can't do. A few minutes later— 

"Look, it's not ugly, right?" 

Tsunade chuckled with slight pride.

Mito Uzumaki took a glance, then fell into thought. 

"Sakura?" 

Her tone was hesitant. 

Because based on the drawing alone, it was impossible to tell who this was supposed to be.

???

Tsunade looked completely confused, holding the drawing blankly for several seconds before turning toward Akaba. 

In her eyes, Akaba saw the desire to be recognized.

However...

To be honest, while her control of lines was definitely good, the facial features, expressions, and poses were a complete mess. 

Sakura? 

Sorry, I don't recognize this extra's face.

He really wanted to laugh, but for the sake of his own life, he held himself back.

"It's obviously me!" 

Tsunade exclaimed in disappointment as she threw down the drawing, instantly losing whatever enthusiasm she had left for drawing.

"Pfft!" 

Akaba finally couldn't hold it in anymore and snorted with laughter. 

Himself? 

This is way too abstract—no one could recognize this!

"You say that, I think there's a bit of a resemblance." 

Mito Uzumaki earnestly remarked.

But naturally, Tsunade wouldn't believe this at a time like this.

"Ahem! Years of discipline let me usually keep it together—" 

Akaba coughed deliberately and said.

"Enough from you!" 

Tsunade, now furious, felt chakra surge within her body, almost activating the Strength of a Hundred Seals technique.

But Mito Uzumaki extended her hand and gently grabbed it— 

Instantly, the chakra fluctuation disappeared.

"No jokes this time—time to get serious about work." 

Now thoroughly embarrassed! 

Akaba decisively changed the subject to avoid further provoking Tsunade's fragile heart.

One hand seal, two clones emerged. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, no more chat—we start working right away."

After Akaba spoke, without giving them any chance to fool around, he started drawing first. 

Seeing this, the two clones likewise began picking up tools.

"Shadow Clone? Hmm, you're quite skilled at slacking off." 

Mito Uzumaki glanced over, stretched lazily, and then— 

[Shadow Clone Jutsu!] 

Chakra surged forth powerfully. In the next second, eight clones appeared.

"Everyone, please work hard." 

Mito Uzumaki slightly bowed, maintaining politeness even toward her clones. 

The clones also returned bows respectfully before beginning their tasks.

Akaba secretly sighed—look at other people's clones, then look at his own. The difference was obvious.

"Boring—I'm going to watch them work." 

Tsunade muttered with a disdainful smirk.

After dabbling a bit, she realized drawing really wasn't that easy to master. 

Still, she didn't have much interest in this skill, and even if it was challenging, she never felt motivated enough to dive deeper into it.

"Don't leave this area." 

"Got it."

After a bit more prattling, Mito Uzumaki finally let Tsunade leave.

Akaba really wanted to call her back.

Now he was alone with Mito Uzumaki, and he felt uneasy deep inside.

Although she looked no older than thirty, like a charming middle-aged woman, her heart was pitch black.

Under a pavilion, more than ten people were working hard.

Akaba was already grumbling in his head within just half an hour—working under a senior's watchful eye really sucked.

If he showed laziness, she'd probably tear him a new one.

And if he actually tried, he'd wear himself out.

What a pain in the ass!

As Akaba got more and more frustrated, he cursed Tsunade under his breath for ditching him.

"I've already finished several—how come you're still barely halfway through?"

Mito Uzumaki completed one and smiled gently. "Don't split your focus—doing things half-assed won't cut it on the battlefield."

"Yes, granny."

Akaba rolled his eyes dramatically and cursed Tsunade in his heart for dragging him into this hellhole.

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