Another quarrel broke out so suddenly that Moyu pressed a hand to his temple, a dull ache spreading through his skull. He had half-expected it—after all, with these two, petty disputes were almost a daily occurrence—but the sharpness of their voices still grated on his patience. For such a trivial matter, they clashed as if their pride depended on it.
"Enough," Moyu finally said, his tone carrying quiet weight. "Can you two actually listen to me? If you can't be silent for a moment, I will walk away."
His words cut through their argument like a blade, and for a brief instant even the air seemed heavier. Moyu's irritation wasn't feigned. Quarreling endlessly not only wasted time, it fractured the balance between them. And if they were ever to grow, such childish bickering could not continue.
Perhaps it was the seriousness in his eyes, or the rare note of anger in his voice, but both Naruto and Sasuke fell quiet. They exchanged a glance, the stubborn fire between them dimming. At least for now, neither wanted to push Moyu further.
Yet even in silence, their rivalry lingered. Their eyes darted, challenging and refusing to yield, a contest unspoken but constant. Moyu exhaled slowly, another wave of exasperation pressing in. He had not expected their tempers to clash this often, nor their pride to be so unrelenting. Still, he endured. He could bear it.
"Listen carefully," he said, steady and clear. "Let me finish what I have to say. Afterwards, do as you like. Until then, keep your focus here."
Both nodded. "Alright." Their attention, at last, turned fully toward him, and Moyu began.
His tone shifted, becoming precise and deliberate as he spoke of spiritual energy, of the way it flowed, how it must be grasped and refined with the mind before it could ever be shaped by the body. At first, their brows furrowed in confusion, caught in the density of his words. But as his explanation continued, clarity began to dawn. Step by step, they felt as though a veil was being lifted.
Within a short span, truths they had never considered crystallized before them. Even Naruto, who often struggled with such matters, found himself piecing the knowledge together.
"Do you understand what I've told you?" Moyu asked at last, his gaze fixed on them. "If there is anything unclear, ask now. I will explain again if I must." His voice was firm but patient, promising that nothing would be left unanswered.
They exchanged another glance before Naruto spoke, his words slower this time. "It's not that we don't understand. We get it. We just… don't know how to fully use it yet. It feels like we're still helpless."
Moyu inclined his head slightly. "That is natural. Power cannot be forced open. If you rush too quickly, you will never grasp it. What matters is patience, step by step. Haste only builds walls in your own path."
His words carried no rebuke, only truth. He wasn't trying to frighten them, but to ground them.
"For example," he continued, "you want to master this energy now, immediately. But because you push too hard, it resists you. That is why it feels impossible. The more you chase it in haste, the further it slips away."
His voice was steady, not harsh, every word weighted with sincerity. These were not empty teachings—they were heartfelt.
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