"Yes..."
"Right here, Rin, a little gentler, very good, your technique is quite delicate now..."
Aomi softly guided Nohara Rin who was learning the Mystical Palm Jutsu. As an A-Class Ninjutsu, the difficulty of this Jutsu is still too high for students of the Ninja School.
After all, even most Jonins cannot master this Jutsu.
But Nohara Rin was not deterred by this difficulty. Although nervousness caused sweat to bead on her nose, she still gave her best effort to follow Aomi's directions.
After a long while, an exhausted Nohara Rin sighed, "I still can't do it, Aomi-kun."
Shisui nodded slowly, encouragingly saying, "Rin, don't lose heart. Geniuses like him are too rare. You've already done an excellent job."
Aomi waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not some genius, just a few years older than you. At Rin's age, I couldn't even master the Three-Body Jutsu..."
Shisui and Nohara Rin simultaneously pouted. By now, no one would believe that Aomi was ever truly at the bottom of the ranking.
"The difficulty of the Mystical Palm Jutsu mainly lies in two points: synthesizing Medical Chakra and controlling the intensity of Chakra."
A green glow appeared on Aomi's fingertip as he explained:
"Medical Chakra is about decomposing Chakra into fine, gentle fragments to heal injuries. Non-attribute Chakra is a moderate choice, while Yang Release Chakra, which stimulates the physique, is the best choice."
"Therefore, the advanced level of Medical Ninjutsu can be seen as a special utilization of Yang Attribute Chakra, similar to the Secret Techniques of the Akimichi Clan."
"And the fine control of Chakra is a painstaking effort, Rin, you already have talent in this area. With daily practice, you will eventually achieve success."
Nohara Rin nodded nervously, "I will try my best, Aomi-kun."
This knowledge, which she couldn't hear in the Ninja Academy, not even details from an instructor after graduation, Nohara Rin learned from Aomi today. She greatly cherished and appreciated this opportunity.
Aomi looked at Nohara Rin, an interesting idea emerging in his mind.
If the Sharingan's "mimicry" and "hypnosis" abilities were combined, could it create a substitute effect, allowing a hypnotized ninja to release Jutsu they couldn't usually perform under someone else's operation, thereby developing muscle memory?
This principle is somewhat like teaching a child how to ride a bicycle.
Initially, they need support to ride, but when adults stealthily let go, children can still ride quite well, mastering the skill with psychological suggestions and muscle memory.
If Aomi's guess succeeded...
Then indeed, for fast-track advanced Ninjutsu, consult the renowned teacher Aomi! Not for 998 but just carrying in your heart the Will of Fire that belongs to Aomi...
"Tobirama, do you believe I can teach Nohara Rin the Mystical Palm Jutsu today?"
Aomi applied to interact with Tobirama, and after answering the exam questions on the Will of Fire, the Second Hokage experienced a written test for the first time, feeling a bit anxious these few days, eagerly anticipating his score.
It was evident that Senju Tobirama was very worried that Aomi might have scored full marks, while he only got ninety-nine.
"Kid, stop bragging. If you can make a seven-year-old master A-Class Ninjutsu, then the principal of Monkey's Ninja Academy might as well step down, you'd be the most suitable to take over."
Senju Tobirama dismissed with a wave of his hand, "Even if I teach this child myself, I can't guarantee she'll get started within a week, let alone you, brat."
Aomi chuckled, "Let's stick to the usual, if I lose, I'll agree to one request of yours. If I win, you don't have to kneel but just occasionally guide me in my training."
"If you want to become my apprentice, just say it, not that I would agree," Senju Tobirama laughed, in his ears, it sounded like Aomi was concocting ways to have him teach him.
Strangely enough, Senju Tobirama felt no disdain, a comfort washed over him instead.
Yet his words remained stern, adamant in his facade of never intending to teach Aomi.
"Old man, you might have a bit of a narcissistic streak, perhaps it's time to reflect on your Will of Fire," Aomi mercilessly critiqued Tobirama, before turning to a slightly hesitant Nohara Rin and said:
"Rin, I have quite a bold idea, maybe this can help you quickly grasp the Mystical Palm Jutsu."
"However, this requires absolute trust in me, and even then, I can't guarantee success. Would you like to give it a try?"
Nohara Rin blinked with surprise, a deal like this was good news?
"Please proceed, Aomi-kun, I won't mind even if there's a risk..."
Aomi nodded, "In that case, let's head to the vicinity of the Hokage Building; we'll wait there for Guy and his father."
"To fully master the Jutsu, real-world practice is required, and this could also help Mr. Duy eliminate his chronic ailments."
"I've observed Mr. Duy from afar, though his body is robust, he has too many hidden ailments which might affect his ninja career."
Off to the side, Shisui's eyes lit up, "Could it be, that my brother has truly inherited the genius spirit of the Will of Fire?"
Nohara Rin nodded repeatedly.
If everything went smoothly, this would be the first patient she witnessed in her ninja career, a very memorable occasion.
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"Father, I am a genius, as acknowledged by Aomi-kun who is even more of a genius than Kakashi, I am a hardworking genius!"
"This is youth; my youth is igniting because of the encouragement from friends!"
Might Guy ran with boundless energy, seemingly brimming with inexhaustible power.
Seven-year-old him, his mindset was far from the resilience he would develop years later, susceptible to self-doubt after setbacks, sometimes finding Might Duy and his outfit too comical.
But Aomi, who was vaguely hailed as Konoha's top genius, candidly told him: You are a genius, the kind of genius who once inspired Aomi himself.
That occasionally shaken will to train, became incredibly sturdy under Aomi's praise.
Behind him, Might Duy, gratified, watched the energized Guy, first loudly cheering for his son, then gradually slowing his pace.
"Guy, you've found excellent friends, I'm proud of you..."
Might Duy's large hand covered his lower back, where piercing pain was emanating.
Years of malnutrition and excessive training forced this man of iron will to reluctantly acknowledge the suffering of injuries.
"Aomi-kun, are you also striving hard in your training today!"
Not far away, hearing his son's excited voice, Might Duy's eyes lit up, strongly suppressing the pain in his back, he flashed his signature shining teeth, and ran forward.
Might Duy wanted to thank Aomi, thank this genius who truly supported his son's youth!