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After the recent alliance with Uzumaki clan, Senju and Uzumaki have agreed to share their basic level knowlege to each other. Upon my request to father. Mito Uzumaki has teaching me basic of sealing arts. Mito Uzumaki, the brilliant daughter of the Uzumaki clan's head, was already showing aptitude in sealing arts far beyond her years. Despite her own prideful streak, she grew fond of Hiroshi's gentle curiosity and earnestness.
"Show me again?" he asked one morning, eyes wide with fascination as she drew an intricate sequence of ink-based seals on a scroll.
"You always ask that," she smirked, flicking her long red hair over her shoulder. "And then you end up changing it."
"I just… feel there's a better way sometimes."
To her surprise, he was often right.
One afternoon, he rewrote one of her basic storage seals, altering the anchoring glyph and stabilizing the chakra flow. The result: less chakra drain for a more consistent hold. It was revolutionary—for a four-year-old to intuit such complexity was beyond impressive.
"You're not just a Senju," she said with wonder. "You're something else, too."
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Hashirama took a more relaxed approach with Hiroshi, often guiding him through flowing techniques like Water Style: Flowing Current and Earth Style: Mud Wall, praising his intuitive grasp and adaptability.
Tobirama, in contrast, was strict. His sessions were punctuated by criticism and precise corrections.
"You can't rely on gut feeling in battle!" Tobirama shouted once after Hiroshi failed to deflect a chakra blade with a wind barrier.
"But it felt right—"
"Feeling won't stop your enemy's kunai!"
Yet despite the intensity, Tobirama respected the boy. Deep down, he saw the promise. Hiroshi had the potential to combine raw power with adaptability—a rare union.
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The notion of possessing an affinity with all five elemental natures would be, to most shinobi, the pinnacle of innate potential. To Hiroshi Senju, however, it was an inheritance laced with quiet peril. While others honed themselves into refined blades—cutting, singular, and efficient—he risked becoming a sprawling armory of dull edges, none honed to lethal precision.
Even Hashirama, whose chakra bore the mutation of the Wood Release, acknowledged the dilemma.
"Each element demands reverence," he told Hiroshi during a training interlude beneath the high canopy of the forest. "To truly master one is to walk with it over years. You, however… you walk five paths at once."
"And risk getting nowhere," Hiroshi murmured.
Tobirama, who was standing nearby with arms folded, interjected. "Chakra versatility can breed mediocrity if the wielder lacks strategic focus. Breadth without depth is a liability."
Hiroshi said nothing at first. He stood before a ring of training dummies—each infused with elemental resistance—and began his exercise cycle. A jet of flame seared the first. A rising wall of earth blocked a thrown kunai. A whip of water coiled around another target. A gust of wind displaced it midair. A small bolt of lightning finally shattered it.
It was impressive. But it was not exceptional.
He panted. His chakra pool, formidable though it was, showed early signs of strain. The transition between elements taxed his focus. The variation in elemental flow created micro-disruptions in his control. Each chakra nature sang a different song—one that needed time to tune. And time, in the Warring States Era, was often the rarest luxury.
Later, as Hiroshi sat beneath a flowering plum tree, Hashirama knelt beside him with a small water skin and a quiet smile.
"You're not failing," the elder brother said. "You're learning the price of your gifts."
"I want to know them all," Hiroshi admitted. "But I feel like I'm only ever half-understanding each."
"There's wisdom in that. You're not meant to walk the same path as others. You're feeling out a path of your own."
Tobirama, arriving with a scroll in hand, offered it without flourish. "This is a schedule. We'll compartmentalize your training. Dedicated elemental rotations. Seven days per element. Sealing practice after dinner. Meditation before dawn. You will not master everything, but you will gain structure."
Hiroshi took the scroll with solemnity. "Thank you."
Tobirama raised a brow. "I am not your nursemaid. Keep up, or collapse."
Hashirama laughed. "He means he's proud of you."
"I most certainly do not."
In subsequent weeks, Hiroshi confronted a unique challenge: the psychological dissonance of elemental chakra transition.
Each element did not merely behave differently—it felt different. Fire demanded ferocity and raw emotional ignition. Water required flow and intuitive modulation. Earth called for endurance and rooted calm. Wind thrived on finesse and detachment. Lightning required extreme focus and instantaneous intent.
Adopting the right mindset for each shift was like donning different personas. The consequence was fatigue not only of body, but of identity.
"You seem off-balance," Mito commented during a joint sealing session.
"I don't know who I'm supposed to be when I use them all."
She considered that. "Maybe you're not supposed to be someone else for each element. Maybe you're supposed to teach them how to follow you."
Taking Hashirama's and Tobirama's counsel, Hiroshi began specializing—not abandoning the others, but allocating concentrated focus to two elements: Fire and Water.
The choice was symbolic. Fire for passion, Water for restraint. Emotion and balance. He theorized that mastering oppositional elements would grant him greater command over elemental harmony. The paradox, if tamed, would forge clarity.
His Fire Style became markedly refined. He developed a unique technique, Kōen Kōryū (Flamebound Torrent), which combined a torrent of pressurized water that superheated into scalding steam mid-arc, masking its approach and delivering both concussive and thermal damage. It was chakra-intensive, but highly effective.
Tobirama, ever the perfectionist, marked it as "tactically viable, if environmentally risky."
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After months of training in sealing arts, Hiroshi's ability in sealing art grew rapidly. While Mito focused on perfecting complex Uzumaki rituals, Hiroshi began devising his own experimental forms. He created a chakra-imbued ink formula that responded to elemental release, adjusting its properties in real time.
He called it: Gōin Fūin – Adaptive Binding Seal.
Tobirama initially dismissed it as a child's whim. But when Hiroshi used it to halt an uncontrolled lightning surge in training, the elder brother raised an eyebrow.
"You might just redefine this art."
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