You Have Perfectly Mastered The A-Level Muji Ninjutsu·Rasengan!

Xu Ming didn't notice it.

As he drifted off to sleep, Orochimaru gave him a complicated look.

The cultivation steps for this technique are already so well-developed. I don't even need to think about them myself.

Xu Ming… you've already perfected this technique, haven't you?

Then why are you teaching me on purpose?

Orochimaru pondered, unable to understand Xu Ming's true intentions. Tsunade had a stronger background than him, and Jiraiya, with his natural aptitude for all five chakra natures, was clearly more gifted. Compared to them, Orochimaru was simply a genius in a conventional sense.

"Dancing on the stage of the entire ninja world," huh?

Orochimaru was filled with questions.

Is that what you expect of me?

But… what about me is worthy of such expectations?

Unable to figure it out, he pushed the thought aside and refocused on the task at hand.

Over the Next Few Days

Xu Ming noticed that Orochimaru always looked exhausted.

Clearly, he was pushing himself to the limit while practicing the second and third stages of Rasengan.

Yet, despite his fatigue, his progress was remarkable.

"I can already break a water balloon," Orochimaru told Xu Ming on the second day.

"That's great. Keep going," Xu Ming responded with an encouraging smile.

Time flew by, and soon, a week had passed.

On the evening of the seventh day, a system notification appeared before Xu Ming's eyes:

[You have perfectly mastered the A-rank non-seal technique, Rasengan!]

In an instant, a flood of knowledge and experience surged through his mind.

It felt as if he had undergone six years of rigorous training, mastering Rasengan to its peak.

"Let's test it."

With a flick of his wrist, Xu Ming released chakra into his right hand.

The surrounding air twisted, drawn in by the spiraling force.

A bright light flickered as a perfectly formed Rasengan appeared in his palm—a swirling sphere of condensed energy, its chakra streams flowing like cosmic star trails.

"Finally… Rasengan," Xu Ming murmured, exhaling softly, satisfaction evident on his face.

Thanks to the system's tenfold feedback, his mastery of Rasengan was absolute—he could form it instantly, as effortlessly as breathing.

"By now, Orochimaru should have completed the second and third stages," Xu Ming thought. "That means we can move on to the final step."

"Technically, Rasengan can already be used in combat at this stage," he continued. "But its damage is too low compared to the difficulty of using it."

"Once we complete the fourth stage, Rasengan's power will undergo a qualitative transformation—it will finally become an A-rank technique."

Xu Ming couldn't help but look forward to it.

How much stronger would he become once Orochimaru fully mastered Rasengan?

What kind of feedback would the system grant him then?

The Next Day

At school, Xu Ming immediately noticed Orochimaru.

Despite his tired expression, his eyes burned with excitement.

It was as if he had been starved for days and had finally tasted something exquisite.

Seven days of intense chakra control practice had not worn him down—it had only ignited his passion further.

For a brief moment, Xu Ming was startled.

Is this really the young Orochimaru? He looks like he's been possessed by his future self…

"Xu Ming! I did it!"

Orochimaru dragged Xu Ming to the back of the classroom and spoke in a hushed voice, unable to hide his excitement.

"I've completed the second and third stages. My chakra has materialized, and the destructive power is significant!"

"I tested it on a wooden stake," he continued. "When I pressed the chakra ball against it, it left a spiral-shaped cut!"

"In close combat, it's strong enough to pierce through armor instantly!"

As Orochimaru enthusiastically shared his experiences, Xu Ming listened intently.

Of course, he already knew all of this.

But he still smiled and encouraged Orochimaru, pretending to be amazed.

Unbeknownst to him, his reaction only deepened Orochimaru's suspicions.

"So it's true… Xu Ming had already developed this technique long ago," Orochimaru thought.

There's no way someone who designed such a well-structured training method hasn't mastered it himself.

Orochimaru didn't consider the possibility of a supernatural talent like Xu Ming's system.

To him, Xu Ming was simply an unparalleled genius.

Breaking a water balloon and stretching a rubber ball to their limits had taken Orochimaru an entire week.

Yet he was convinced that Xu Ming had achieved the same in just a day or two.

"I still don't understand what you expect from me, but if you're testing me, I won't just sit back and fail."

A determined smile appeared on Orochimaru's face.

After a brief pause, he spoke:

"While this technique is already usable, I believe it can be optimized further. I have some ideas."

Xu Ming: …?!

Xu Ming, who had just been about to introduce the final stage of training, was momentarily stunned.

"Wait, you already have ideas for improvements?"

It had taken Namikaze Minato three years to develop Rasengan.

Even though the fourth stage was mostly conceptual—requiring only a small leap in thought—Orochimaru had already figured it out?

Wasn't this way too absurd?

Xu Ming was at a loss for words.

But outwardly, he maintained a calm expression and said, "Tell me your thoughts."

His composed attitude only reinforced Orochimaru's suspicions.

"I knew it… Xu Ming is testing me."

"He's deliberately using the development of a new technique to assess my intellect and research skills."

The first three stages were carefully structured to guide me. If I fail to reach the right conclusion now, I'll surely fall short in his eyes."

Orochimaru sighed internally.

He still didn't understand Xu Ming's real intentions, but he refused to lose.

He was Orochimaru, after all—he had his own pride.

They were both only ten years old.

So why did Xu Ming always seem to be looking down at him from above?

"Fine," Orochimaru thought, determination burning in his eyes. "Let's see what makes you so arrogant!"

Taking a deep breath, he finally said—

"I think…"