â Did you just say you â canât â do something, â  a deadpan stare is all that would await the young student. Some might say Sasuke had been  TOO HARD on Boruto when it came to training, but it paled in comparison to the training he had received from his own teacher way back;  when he was training under Orochimaru. Sasuke shouldnât compare two different things and methods, but.Â
        â Then youâre saying youâre too weak.â his eyes shut, almost reverting back to an old memory of his ââ it was almost daunting. â I wonât train weak students who donât even try. â Sasukeâs own desire for power had driven him to try harder, forget any ailment he had, almost â- if it had meant he had gotten more training that day. He can still hear those words as clear as day, however ââ as much as itâd reigned helpful, it was equally haunting. Thatâs right; Orochimaru had used the same technique ââ but still, while methodical , those were the conditions .. ones Sasuke had apparently adopted.Â
   â Maybe youâre right .. you were probably in over your head when you came to me for guidance. âÂ
frame visibly shook, sweat bead rolling down from his temple. down-turned shaped eyes widened slightly.
the atmosphere had changed and boruto could sense that much. he had lost confidence for a few
minutes --- unlike him. he had been the epitome of a noble arrogance and yet here he was
cowering from insecurities and doubt. the notorious prodigy --- weak. was that how
the others saw him?Â
the sound of molars gnashing down, lips pulled back into a snarl as light blue eyes glared daggers
towards Sasuke. there it was, there was that steely resolve. the mind had been made up. in order
to show his stupid old man how well he was coming along, there had to be a shortcut to this
training and boruto was the one to figure it out. of course, heâd trained with the water
balloon to which he mastered that within a couple of days --- the rubber ball a
span of just three weeks, but the rasengan?Â
a growl slipped passed his lips --- he wasnât going to be looked down on by some dumb adult. he had
a name to carry on his shoulders and not as the Hokageâs son, but as Nejiâs nephew. his mother
had always told him if no one could take that first step then they would never be able to
move forward. that was what he lived by. screw becoming the hokage!
âshut up, âttebasa!â
emotions running on high --a rarity he showed them-- one hand placed above the other before he let
his chakra flow. unlike his crappy old man he didnât need clones, call this a trait passed down from
the Fourth himself --chakra began swirling between his palms, a hissing noise could be heard
aswind became one with that blue sphere. boruto didnât know he was adding in his wind
nature sub-consciously. the translucent image of minato could be seen behind the
boy, encouraging hand upon his shoulder.
just conjuring it up, however, took a bit out of him. yet there it was, that cocky smirk forming on his
gentle whiskered face as he held up the small ball for sasuke to see. the immediate thought to
throw it at him occurred but he brushed it aside. adding wind nature to it without meaning
to began making him fatigued.
â so? you wanna test it out then, sasuke-occhan? itâs the best i can do...for now.â
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