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Konoha Village, Training Ground Five.
WHOOSH—CRASH!
Waterfalls of jade-white torrents slammed down onto the surface, roaring like thunder and spinning countless large and small whirlpools that refused to settle.
In the heart of the deep pool—nearly thirty meters down—Shinichi Higashino stood motionless with his eyes closed, arms hanging naturally at his sides.
Suddenly his brows twitched. The calm aura around him shifted in an instant.
He leaned forward ever so slightly, arms still relaxed, posture almost lazy. It looked like nothing more than a casual adjustment of stance—yet every muscle across his shoulders and back had coiled tight like a leopard ready to spring, every line hiding lethal danger.
BANG!
A muffled explosion detonated at the bottom of the pool. The instant his foot slammed into the silt, the force punched straight through the mud, making the surrounding water boil. The chaotic whirlpools snapped inward, then blasted outward again.
His body released like a spring compressed to its absolute limit. Using his waist as the pivot, a massive surge of power erupted from the soles of his feet.
It shot through the springy muscles of his calves into his thighs, amplified by the explosive twist of his core, raced up his spine to his shoulder blades, and finally poured entirely into his right fist.
He became a black streak of lightning, tearing upward through the water with razor-sharp momentum.
On the way up, he used his right fist as the guide and spun his whole body once. The thick resistance of the deep water was neatly neutralized by that single rotation, the current flowing smoothly along the arc of his knuckles and leaving a silver-white trail like a polished blade.
Clean. No wasted motion. The thirty meters of water that should have been an obstacle had instead become the perfect medium for his power to flow.
The water directly in front of his fist was already vibrating violently. The bright surface was only a heartbeat away.
But when he was still half a foot from breaking through—spray already kissing his nose—Shinichi suddenly reined everything in. Every tensed muscle went slack. The razor momentum vanished. He let the rushing current cradle him like a falling leaf and drifted gently back down.
The silt he had kicked up earlier still hadn't settled. When his feet touched bottom again, he gave the ground a light twist to steady himself, then slowly opened his eyes. The shifting light from the surface danced across them as he began silently replaying every inch of the unfinished strike in his mind.
He was developing a new Nintaijutsu.
He had already taken the Rasengan, stripped away its extreme rotation and compression, and created the stable flaming shuriken—Yamibarai.
He had fused Tsunade's Monstrous Strength technique to forge his own flaming fist—Arakiba.
Now he was thinking about how to make flames swirl around his entire body, and that had reminded him of the secret taijutsu his teacher had once shown him: Leaf Dragon God.
That technique required the user to spin at blinding speed, forming a tornado-like azure dragon that spiraled skyward while wind blades shredded everything around it. Devastating power.
But the flaws were obvious too: hundreds of rotations needed to build momentum, an absurdly long wind-up, and the eye of the storm at the center was a glaring, fatal blind spot.
Ever since he had learned the move, one question had nagged at him.
Can the body spin fewer times?
What if… it only spins once?
The immense power of Leaf Dragon God came precisely from the inertial kinetic energy accumulated across those hundreds of rotations in a single instant.
After turning the problem over and over, Shinichi had finally landed on a solution: dramatically increase chakra output, combine Monstrous Strength's "extreme compression, instant release" principle with the rotational form of Leaf Dragon God, and borrow the unique spiraling nature of the Rasengan itself.
Inertia… my thinking is correct! If I'm abandoning hundreds of body rotations, then let the chakra spin instead—spin like the Rasengan!
The moment the idea crystallized, the still-fuzzy concept snapped into three clear steps.
Step One — Ignition.
His body tensed again. Chakra surged toward his feet like a tidal wave, then—using the Monstrous Strength method—compressed into a solid blue orb.
BANG!
Silt exploded upward. The sudden burst of thrust rocketed him skyward even faster than his earlier unrestrained attempt.
This first step replaced the initial acceleration normally provided by hundreds of spins.
Step Two — Gathering Power.
Halfway up through the water column, his core twisted with surgical precision—one clean half-rotation. Muscles swelled slightly under the Monstrous Strength boost. The chakra roaring through his cakra path followed that twisting force and poured madly into his right fist like a hundred rivers rushing into the sea. A gentle blue glow bloomed across his knuckles.
That single half-turn created the necessary rotational inertia without a single wasted motion—far more direct and ferocious than a hundred full spins.
Step Three — Shaping.
Almost the instant his fist finished gathering power, the chakra he released began spinning around his body, pulling the surrounding water with it. Without any high-speed body rotation, the compressed burst still forced a beautiful spiral current along the path of his fist.
It wasn't as grand as the original tornado, but it was far more condensed and lethal. The water was shredded into razor-thin blades that traced silver arcs around him—chakra spiral perfectly replicating the wind-blade cutting power of Leaf Dragon God.
SPLASH!
The next second he shot out of the water like a black lightning bolt, sending spray flying everywhere, and landed steadily on the rocks at the edge of the pool.
Water streamed from his clothes and hair, pooling at his feet. Shinichi didn't notice. His right fist still hung loose, eyes half-closed, mind replaying every millimeter of the motion.
No need for a hundred spins. One half-turn as the fuse. Monstrous Strength's instant burst replacing the rotational kinetic energy…
"Replace a hundred circles with one… replace a hundred moves with a single technique…" He slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Once it's fully developed, maybe I could call it Hundred Styles…"
He paused.
"For now, let's just call it Rising Dragon."
Compared to the authentic Leaf Dragon God, Rising Dragon's wind-up was more than ten times shorter—practically instant in combat—and it completely eliminated that fatal blind spot at the center.
Of course the drawbacks were obvious: chakra consumption was roughly the same, but the raw power was still noticeably weaker than the original.
Small problems.
First, he didn't really care about chakra cost anymore. His foundation, stacked with every trait bonus, plus [Endless Vitality]'s insane recovery and [Gastronome]'s hyper-efficient nutrient absorption, could easily handle it.
Second, this version of Rising Dragon was still unfinished—only the foundation. It was essentially a human-shaped Rasengan formed by combining Leaf Dragon God taijutsu with Monstrous Strength. The room for future refinement was enormous; its final power would be impossible to predict right now.
Besides, in his long-term plan, improving Leaf Dragon God was only step one. The next step was to infuse Fire-nature chakra transformation.
When that day came, "Rising Dragon" would undergo a complete metamorphosis. The fist would no longer trail only condensed wind blades—it would drag roaring flames along the spiral current. Wind fueling fire, fire borrowing wind's fury, instantly forming a blazing tornado that could incinerate anything in its path.
It would no longer be pure taijutsu.
It would be true Nintaijutsu—his third original Nintaijutsu.
And at that point, "Rising Dragon" would no longer be called Rising Dragon.
It would be Oni Burn.