What Naruto needed was time, or at least a way to decrease the time it would take him to learn fuinjutsu, what he had thought was an impossibility. However to his surprise when he brought the matter to Chiriku he had instantly thought of a solution, a technique known only to Konoha ninja, but shared with the Fire Temple due to them being affiliated; the shadow clone technique. It seemed so perfect at first, now Naruto could split his attention as much as he wanted and all he would have to deal with was a small headache at the end of the day. In theory with his Chakra reserve he should be able to create hundreds of clones that could all share their memories with him.
Of course things were never so simple for the blonde; as soon as he tried to create any clones he ran into a problem, if you could call it that. It turned out that due to the clones having Rinnegan eyes as well, Naruto shared his vision with them and them with him. It had certainly been a surreal experience for the blonde to suddenly find himself staring in about a hundred different directions at once, not to mention intensely confusing and painful. Right now he could only deal with his vision split three-ways, but it was still very distracting.
Chukaku theorised that with practise he could increase the amount of clones he could deal with so each day he would spend about an hour just acclimatising to it. He found out by accident as a clone watched him spar with Sora that it gave him a unique advantage in that a single clone could cover his blind spots while three could practically eliminate them entirely and all they had to do was sit still and watch. Of course they were fragile and once Sora realised what he was doing he quickly went about destroying them as soon as possible, luckily with Naruto's incredible reserves it was fairly simple to just re-make them once popped.
Sora too had learnt the shadow clone technique and thanks to his own demonic chakra which gave him substantial reserves, if not comparable with Naruto's or any other Jinchuuriki, he quickly made good use of them. He did not suffer from the same problems Naruto did, although they found the mental exhaustion was much more taxing on him, limiting him to how many clones he could make a day. Still, it allowed him to study inside with clones while meditating or training outside, freeing up some of his day.
However with pretty much all of Naruto's day taken up Sora found himself with a lot of free time. Of course every problem has a solution in time and while picking up after Naruto in the library he became interested by a book on sealing and had taken up learning the art. He of course made liberal use of Shadow clones in the process but pretty soon he was impressing the other monks by drawing out various simple barrier and strengthening seals.
Naruto on the other hand was looking down different avenues, namely his Doujutsu. He had thrown himself into trying to understand his elusive eyes; relentlessly training his Deva and Preta path. Strangely he had found that the Preta path was not simply the ability to absorb chakra as he had first thought, but direct it. In that way he could either pull it into his own body, or likewise push his own into someone else's, instantly adapting the chakra to its new body. He found he could even push chakra into the ground or inanimate objects; however it did little more than strengthen them and if he pushed enough it, give them a blue glow.
On another note he had also spent time researching the Sage himself, hoping to gain insight into his powers and perhaps hints on potential abilities. Apart from the more outlandish things like the myth about the moon there was barely any information on the man himself; just like all information on that period in history. Naruto couldn't even figure out exactly when the man had lived or where. The only useful information was that he had a number of special possessions that were now considered sacred in many places.
Once again he was surprised when he brought that information to Chukaku; the man had smiled but said nothing, instead leading Naruto deep underground the temple via passageways the young blonde didn't even knew existed. Finally they had reached a large vault where some of the more precious or sacred items the Fire Temple held in its possession were kept. There were even some treasures from the Fire Daimyo's personal collection that the man wanted protected and didn't want to use ninja.
However that wasn't the surprise; that came when Chukaku had shown him an old shakujou, it looked ordinary enough but apparently it was said to have belonged to the Sage himself. According to very ancient records it was a gift to one of the man's closest friends who had later gone on to found the Fire Temple itself, becoming the first head monk. It was kept in the vault as it consumed massive amounts of Chakra just by being held, killing an ordinary person in moments and an average Jounin in about ten minutes. Naruto had gone to pick it up but Chukaku had held him back, telling him it wasn't the time for that just yet.
So now Naruto was sitting in a field around the back of the living quarters; it was one of his favourite places to meditate as it held a small pond with a single stone at the centre he could rest on. He was feeling for his Chakra, examining its flow as it moved and slid through his pathways, sometimes quickly, other times like it wasn't even moving at all. He had been told by Chiriku he possessed incredible control over his chakra, especially for someone with reserves as large as his own. Once again Chukaku theorised it was to do with his Rinnegan.
He had equated it to the chakra being a lumpy fluid and the Rinnegan being a kind of strainer. The lumpy fluid that was uncontrolled chakra moved through the pathways, sticking to the sides and causing friction which unbalanced the entire system. When it passed through his eyes it would be strained, becoming more fluid and less viscous. This way it would cause less friction and gave Naruto unparalleled control; at least that was the only was the head monk could explain it.
He felt his chakra move around his stomach, close to his Gate of View, when a small frown creased his brow for just a moment. There was a small, almost unnoticeable pull on his chakra in that area, draining it out of his pathways and into something else. He knew what it was of course, the seal that held the Kyuubi within him. He thought about how easy it would be to simply pull back on that chakra, stop it from flowing into the seal; it would only take a single thought. Of course that would degrade the prison quickly, in no time releasing the Kyuubi's chakra within him in a way he was sure wouldn't be the most pleasant experience for him.
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