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[Daily Login Reward Received: Spatial Pocket]

I stared at the notification, blinking. A spatial pocket? Now we were talking.

It wasn't massive—only about a 5x5ft storage space—but that was still leagues better than lugging everything around like a commoner. Of course, there were limits: I couldn't shove anything inside if it didn't physically fit through the opening. No cheating with oversized objects.

Still, I now had instant access to weapons, supplies, or even emergency snacks. This was an actual upgrade.

With that sorted, I made my way to the training field, where Minato-sensei stood, radiating his usual effortlessly overpowered but still a nice guy energy.

"Today," he announced, "we're refining your nature transformations. The better your control, the more powerful your jutsu will become."

Obito groaned. "Come on, sensei, can't we do something cooler? Like, I don't know, ultimate forbidden techniques or something?"

Minato just smiled like the patient teacher he was. "Mastering the basics is what makes those possible."

Obito slumped, muttering about how the basics were a scam.

Meanwhile, I had something else on my mind.

I stepped forward. "Sensei, can you teach me the Rasengan?"

Minato blinked. "The Rasengan?"

"Yeah," I said, crossing my arms. "You use it all the time, and it doesn't require hand seals. Seems like a solid technique."

Minato studied me for a moment before smiling. "Alright, Kakashi. If you think you can handle it, I'll show you."

Yes.

I wasn't about to pass up the chance to learn my sensei's signature jutsu. This was going to be good.

Minato-sensei held out his hand, and in the blink of an eye, a Rasengan formed—small, compact, and humming with pure destructive power. He made it look effortless, like flipping a coin or tying his sandals.

"This," he said, "is the Rasengan. It's a high-level A-rank jutsu that relies solely on chakra control. No hand seals, just pure rotational energy and compression."

I nodded, watching closely. No seals meant no wasted motion. This was exactly the kind of technique I liked—fast, powerful, and efficient.

Then Minato tossed me a water balloon.

I caught it, looking at him expectantly. "...What's this for?"

"Step one," he said, smiling. "Make the water inside spin without breaking the balloon."

I stared at him. "Sensei, I asked to learn the Rasengan, not join a carnival act."

Minato just chuckled. "Trust me. Master this, and you'll understand the first step."

Fine. Water balloon training it was.

I held it in my palm, focusing my chakra. How hard could it be? Just rotate the water, right?

The balloon exploded instantly, soaking me in the face.

Obito wheezed with laughter. Rin tried (and failed) to stifle her giggles. Even Minato-sensei looked like he was holding back amusement.

I exhaled slowly. "Okay. So maybe this is harder than it looks."

Minato nodded approvingly. "Good. Now keep going."

And so, my Rasengan training began—with water balloon casualties piling up like an overconfident street magician's worst nightmare.

Day two of Rasengan training.

Current progress? Absolutely pathetic.

The trick wasn't just making the water move—it was making it move randomly in every direction at once. Which, by the way, is way harder than it sounds. Chakra naturally wants to flow in a single direction, but the Rasengan required controlled chaos.

I held the water balloon in my palm, focused my chakra, and—

Pop!

Another explosion of water. Another wasted attempt. Another round of Obito's obnoxious laughter.

"Pfft—! Kakashi, I think you have a talent for water release!"

"Very funny," I deadpanned, flinging the soggy remains of the balloon at his face. He dodged, still grinning like an idiot.

Minato-sensei watched with an amused expression. "You're actually progressing well," he said.

I wiped my drenched face. "If this is progress, I'd hate to see failure."

"Most people don't get this far on their second day."

I sighed. That was nice and all, but I had a reputation to uphold. At this rate, I'd be soaking wet before the next mission even started.

"Try again," Minato urged.

So I did.

Balloon in hand. Chakra flowing. I visualized a sphere, imagined the movement—random, wild, controlled—and pushed.

The water swirled. Not perfectly, not completely, but—

The balloon didn't pop.

It wobbled violently, shaking in my palm like an unstable grenade, but it held together.

"Not bad," Minato said, smiling. "You're close."

Rin clapped encouragingly. Even Obito looked (begrudgingly) impressed.

I smirked, tossing the balloon into the air and catching it. Maybe this Rasengan thing wasn't so bad after all.

Day three of Rasengan training.

At this point, I had mastered the fine art of getting soaked. If there was a secret jutsu for drowning via water balloons, I'd be Hokage already.

"Alright," Minato-sensei said, holding out another balloon. "One more time."

I took a deep breath. Focus.

Chakra control? Check.

Randomized movement? Getting there.

Dignity? Completely gone.

I concentrated, forming a mental image of a sphere in constant motion. The water inside the balloon churned—faster, wilder, chaotic but contained.

The balloon trembled.

The surface stretched.

It held—

Pop!

A fresh splash of water right into my face.

I sighed, wiped my eye, and resisted the urge to yeet the remaining balloons into the sun.

"Pfft—!" Obito snickered from the sidelines. "I think you're just allergic to learning, Kakashi."

"Oh yeah?" I flicked a water droplet at him. "You try it, genius."

Obito folded his arms. "I don't need to. I have Fire Release. I'd just evaporate the water."

Minato chuckled. "That's not how it works, Obito."

Rin giggled behind her hand, and even I had to bite back a smirk.

Minato clapped his hands, getting us back on track. "Alright, Kakashi. One more time. You're close."

I took the last balloon, inhaled slowly, and tried again.

Swirl. Control. Chaos. Contain.

The balloon shook in my grip, but it didn't pop.

It wobbled, struggled—then, finally, stilled.

I stared.

Minato beamed. "You've got it."

Obito squinted. "Huh. I guess he isn't a lost cause."

I grinned, flipping the balloon into the air and catching it smoothly. "Told you."

Day five of Rasengan training.

If the water balloon was a lesson in humiliation, the rubber ball was straight-up mocking me.

"Alright, Kakashi," Minato-sensei said, holding out a rubber ball. "Now, do the same thing—just without the water helping you visualize the chakra movement."

Translation? Good luck figuring out if you're doing it right.

I took the ball, focusing my chakra into it.

Nothing happened.

I frowned. More chakra.

Still nothing.

Obito leaned over. "Maybe if you hit yourself in the head with it, your chakra will wake up."

I smiled at him. Then, with the gentleness of a true friend, I chucked the ball at his face.

He squawked, dodging at the last second. "Hey!"

"Oh, sorry," I deadpanned. "Thought you said you wanted to test my aim."

Minato sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Focus, Kakashi."

I huffed, bringing my attention back to the ball.

Swirl. Contain. Focus.

The rubber ball twitched.

A flicker of movement—then it stopped again.

I gritted my teeth. The Rasengan was supposed to be a high-level jutsu. I was thirteen. Why was I not an instant genius at this already?

Rin, ever the kind one, offered an encouraging smile. "You're getting there, Kakashi!"

Obito, ever the menace, smirked. "Yeah! At this rate, you might even get it before retirement!"

I inhaled deeply, resisting the urge to dropkick him into another dimension.

Minato chuckled. "Alright, let's take a break."

I exhaled. Good. My brain was starting to feel like a fried circuit board.

Still, as I glanced down at the rubber ball in my palm, I knew one thing for sure.

I would get this.

Even if it killed me.

(…Which, knowing my luck, it just might.)

After lunch (and by lunch, I meant more ramen), I sat down to reassess my life choices.

Rasengan training was progressing… somewhat. I was starting to get a feel for the chakra control, but my real problem? I wasn't good at pure shape transformation.

Which meant it was time to cheat.

I tapped my fingers against my knee. "Minato-sensei."

Minato glanced over from where he was correcting Obito's horrible fire release attempt. "Hmm?"

"Why don't people combine nature transformation and shape transformation at the same time?"

Minato blinked. "Well, most do. It's just that the Rasengan wasn't designed to use a nature element."

I squinted. Right… but it's not impossible.

I rubbed my chin. "So, theoretically, if I could combine it, it would be like making a Rasengan with an elemental edge?"

Minato gave me a long, assessing look.

"That's the general idea behind what I once attempted, yes," he admitted. "But I never completed it."

That was insane. Minato Namikaze, Konoha's Golden Boy, had failed at something?

Which meant if I could succeed—

…Wait. No.

I wasn't about to try to out-Minato Minato. That was a death wish.

Instead, I leaned back, tapping my fingers together. "Okay. I'll put that on hold for now."

Minato raised a brow. "Oh? Already giving up?"

I scoffed. "No, I just have other insane ideas I'd like to test first."

Minato looked both amused and slightly concerned. Obito, meanwhile, was already backing away.

"Should we be worried?" Rin asked cautiously.

I smirked. "Depends."

And with that, I pushed up my headband, lightning crackling to life around me.

Time to take Godspeed to the next level.

Alright. Time to refine Godspeed.

The first version worked, but it wasn't enough. I needed something faster, something more precise. Right now, it was like having a really good caffeine rush, but I needed perfection.

So, I did what any reasonable person would do.

I electrocuted myself.

Repeatedly.

"Are you trying to die?" Obito gawked at me from a safe distance, eyes darting between the stray bolts of electricity sparking off my body.

"Probably," Rin muttered, crossing her arms.

Minato just sighed. "Let's… not let Kakashi accidentally stop his own heart."

"Relax," I said, shaking out my arms. "I have a plan."

"Does the plan involve not turning into a pile of ash?" Rin deadpanned.

I grinned. "No promises."

Minato was watching carefully, though. I could tell he was intrigued—not enough to encourage my madness, but enough to let me experiment.

I focused, channeling chakra through my entire nervous system. More than before. Faster than before. The goal was to remove every ounce of wasted movement, syncing my reflexes with the charge in my body.

For a split second—

Everything felt right.

I dashed forward, and suddenly I wasn't running anymore—I was there. My brain barely had time to process it. My body just moved.

I skidded to a stop, sparks dancing across my skin.

"Oh," I breathed.

That was good.

Obito whistled. "Okay, that was actually kinda cool."

Minato tilted his head. "It's almost like the Lightning Chakra Mode from Kumogakure… but more reactive."

"Exactly," I said, flexing my fingers. "Instead of reinforcing my body's durability, I'm using the electricity to hijack my nervous system, making my reactions instant."

Rin frowned. "And if you mess up?"

I coughed. "Uh… probably fry my own brain."

Obito's eyes widened. "That's not a small problem, Kakashi!"

I waved him off. "It's fine! I have a plan."

"You just said that last time!"

Minato cleared his throat before this turned into another one of our endless bickering sessions. "Kakashi, refining something this volatile will take time. Don't rush it."

"Right, right," I muttered, though I was already itching to push it further.

But fine. Maybe I wouldn't push my nervous system to its breaking point today.

Maybe.

After the humbling experience of eating dirt at Mach speed, I decided I needed a new approach. One that didn't involve self-inflicted whiplash.

So, step one? Control.

Lightning chakra was wild. Pure, untamed energy constantly seeking the fastest way to move. If I wanted to master Godspeed, I had to make that energy an extension of my body, not an uncontrollable force of nature.

Which meant…

"Alright," I muttered, cracking my knuckles. "Time to do something stupid—again."

"Again?" Rin repeated, exasperated.

Obito, still recovering from his earlier laughing fit, grinned. "Please tell me this one also involves faceplanting."

"Hopefully not," I said, shaking out my limbs. "I'm focusing on precision this time."

I started small, channeling the electricity more efficiently—less "raw explosion" and more "fine-tuned circuit." Instead of forcing speed into my body, I let it enhance my natural movement.

A slow inhale. A controlled exhale.

Then—

I vanished.

Not literally, but close enough.

I dashed forward, the world blurring, my muscles flowing with the electric current rather than fighting it. My feet barely touched the ground, yet every step was precise, calculated—no wasted motion.

I wasn't just running fast. I was redefining speed.

Then, in the middle of my movement, I felt it—the switch.

The moment where my body fully synced with the lightning. My reaction time skyrocketed, my instincts sharpening to an almost inhuman level.

There it is.

With a grin, I pivoted mid-step, redirecting all my momentum in an instant. No lag, no hesitation. Just pure, unfiltered Godspeed.

I reappeared behind Obito, flicking his ear.

"OW!"

He spun, flailing. "WHAT—HOW—?!"

I smirked. "Faster than sound, baby."

Rin sighed. "This is going to be a problem, isn't it?"

Minato, watching from a distance, just gave an approving nod. "Good progress."

I grinned. Yeah. It was.

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