"Is the quarrel over?"
Moyu's gaze held a faint indifference. For ten minutes he had stood there, silent, giving them the time to exhaust their bickering. He could have silenced them with a single flare of Reiatsu, yet he chose patience instead. Watching the two of them clash reminded him less of warriors and more of children caught in the act, embarrassed once they realized the weight of his eyes upon them. They touched their noses and averted their gazes like guilty recruits.
"If the two of you haven't finished arguing, I truly don't mind," Moyu said evenly. "Go on, continue." His tone never rose, calm and unwavering, and yet the simplicity of the words made both fall silent.
The quiet struck heavier than any blow. Their throats locked, words stuck and unspeakable, the air growing thick with a peculiar awkwardness. The shift in atmosphere was almost painful, pressing down on them until silence itself became unbearable.
Moyu considered leaving, but before he could, both Naruto and Sasuke edged closer, their stubbornness suddenly softened, their eyes alight with something else.
"My mind is still full of that scene just now…" Sasuke muttered, unable to shake the memory. The moment Moyu had bound them, their bodies frozen helplessly in the grasp of his Reiatsu—closing their eyes only brought it back sharper. The awe that welled up in them left no room for pride.
Moyu's strength was terrifying. Against him, they had not been opponents at all; he could have ended them effortlessly. That recognition sparked not only fear, but something far deeper—admiration.
Naruto's voice followed, his tone carrying reluctant respect. "Yeah… you're too strong."
Their eyes gleamed like twin flames, a hunger bright and undeniable. "Can you teach us?" Naruto pressed. "How do we become stronger, as fast as possible?"
In that moment Moyu lifted his chin slightly, pride flickering despite the mask of calm he wore. Their reverence was plain. A part of him wanted to bask in it, but outwardly he forced restraint, answering only with measured gravity.
"Strength isn't won through shortcuts. But if you truly wish to grow, then come to the forest behind the mountain tomorrow. I'll train you myself." His gaze sharpened, carrying weight with every syllable. "Remember this well."
The two straightened immediately, their bodies taut with anticipation. "Don't worry—we'll be there!" Sasuke declared, his hand thumping against his chest with a force meant to hide the grin tugging at his lips. The sonorous ring of his voice betrayed his eagerness.
Excitement coursed through them like a pulse, their self-control all but breaking. They could not sit still, could not restrain themselves from the joy of what lay ahead. Tomorrow promised a chance to close the gulf between them and the man who had subdued them without effort.
For Moyu, it was simply the first step in reshaping them. For the two, it was the spark of something far greater than rivalry.
{🥳 The Fanfic is now fully completed! 🎉
You can access 250+ advance chapters right now on Patreon—available for subscription or purchase! ✨
👉 patreon.com/Oreski
🥰 Your support keeps me motivated and eager to create even more amazing stories! 💖}