"[Do you truly desire to birth Lightning Style ninjutsu, Lei Chi]
Sasuke was abruptly roused by the resounding echo of the system's voice.
For an ephemeral moment, I stood in stupefaction. This marked the debut instance when the system posed a query concerning my intent to forge a ninjutsu.
What an intriguing juncture.
Might the system harbor reservations regarding the exploration of an innovative technique?
The Thunder Pond stands as a fusion of the curse seal's might. Once uncorked, Sasuke perpetually absorbs the vigors of thunder.
This technique, however, is not esteemed for its potency.
[A cordial reminder: This ninjutsu holds room for evolution; alas, its protracted incubation hampers its appeal, yielding a comprehensive classification as 'insipid ninjutsu!']
An exclamation of incredulity escapes my lips.
Excessive preparation duration?
Sasuke remains nonchalant, enmeshed perhaps within the labyrinth of his ninjutsu's development.
He remains oblivious to the temporal intricacies.
Indeed, the fleeting temporal window for the manifestation of the thunderous reservoir might be lacking.
Unleashing the thunder pool anew, Sasuke embarks upon its invocation.
Astoundingly!
The gestational temporal span is undeniably extensive.
Previously imperceptible, the realization dawns that I stood in stasis for an interlude.
Time has whittled away, exceeding a tally of ten minutes.
An exorbitant temporal tribute has been paid, all the while imprisoned in immobility.
Unmistakably, as the system averred, it qualifies as an unremarkable ninjutsu.
'The temporal incubation craves truncation—a replete ten minutes, a prospect implausible to confound any adversary for an extended interval.
The struggle does not hinge on temporal constraints during battle; a span of ten minutes can herald the demise of countless lives.
I shut my eyes in contemplation, aspiring to engender refinements.
Yet, my current standing remains inadequate for this endeavor.
A sojourn to Orochimaru's realm, entwined with Orochi's cognizance of curse seals, may yield potential enhancements.
Alas, even augmented, hastened mastery of this technique remains a distant prospect.
Alas, the kernel of this technique's potency rests in its temporal convolution, defying swiftness of execution.
Nevertheless, prolonged gestation is untenable. A mere span of minutes for preparation holds viability.
This suits my purpose!
'Ah, and the integration of sigils beckons!"
Should it intertwine with knot printing, prospects of enhancement ascend.
Primarily, unhindered mobility is well within Sasuke's grasp.
Secondarily, a pruning of preparation spans beckons.
Infusing knot seals, similar to Sasuke's developmental technique, mandates an assemblage of hundreds of sigils.
The mudra, in essence, orchestrates chakra's flow.
The sequence of mudras delineates the course of chakra's trajectory.
The exigency for seals, in the context of releasing ninjutsu, stems largely from the ordinary shinobi's inability to retain the intricate channels of chakra's flow.
In this narrative, a seal stands as an imperative.
Consequently, this technique enables Sasuke to deduce the inverse sequence of seal configurations.
However, the effort invested in affixing hundreds of seals is gargantuan.
Concurrently, the sustained activation of the seal demands assiduity, with the final seal necessitating a condensation of substantial chakra reserves.
Hence, a triad of minutes subsists as the requisite gestational period.
Furthermore, its efficacy remains contingent on Sasuke's state of combat. Should chakra cascade through alternate conduits within his physique, the pace decelerates.
The optimal recourse surfaces in the invocation of a Summons Cognate—a vigilant custodian during Sasuke's seal inauguration.
This modality engenders temporal postponement, akin to the aegis of Jiraiya.
Yet, devoid of summoning beasts, this stratagem remains impotent.
"Though bereft of summoning beasts, a unipotent hand might yet yield sigils, whilst the other hand deftly engages in combat.
"Prudent chakra parsimony becomes imperative, lest the cadence of sigil crystallization languishes under the yoke of chakra exhaustion.
"Physical conditioning must burgeon as an indomitable imperative.
Within the evocation of the Thunder Pond, unipotent physical adeptness is marshaled to repel adversary assaults.
"By triggering the seal form, one anticipates the condensation juncture of the Thunder Pool technique shall endure abridgment!"
However, even while sustaining the semblance of the curse seal's form, whilst confronting foes, the simultaneous instauration of the Thunder Pool technique demands ceaseless condensation.
The magnitude of complexity is not universally onerous.
Sasuke, however, remains sanguine.
[Felicitation, host, for the triumphant genesis of a novel ninjutsu]
[Electro Style~Unceasing Thunder Abyss (Preamble)]
The nascent ninjutsu attains fruition.
Within this template, future forays into the conception of Lei Ying beckon, embellished by sundry artifices.
The gestation of a ninjutsu is anything but facile.
By the time Sasuke achieved consummate refinement of this technique, a complete night had waned.
Choosing the sequence of imprints throughout the amalgamation process proved a protracted ordeal.
Following a frenetic night, Sasuke is currently enshrouded in fatigue.
Returning to Konoha, respite beckons at home.
However, upon my return, an inadvertent observation takes root—an Anbu ninja prowls in stealth, gazing intently in the direction of my abode.
Piercing through the facade, my understanding crystallizes.
This Anbu operative is not a member of Konoha's ranks; it is Shiro!
"Swiftly have you sought me out, implying the presence of news emanating from the precincts of the Hokage edifice!"
Silently, I signify my intention toward the Anbu ninja masquerading as Shiro.
Subsequently, an encounter unfolds betwixt the two of us within a sylvan alcove within Konoha.
""||How fares it?"
Gazing at Shiro, a smile graces my visage.
"Propitious tidings are within my grasp!"
Observing my wearied demeanor.
Bai's countenance flickers with unfathomable concern, though he remains heedless of his own disposition.
In medias res, he expounds: "The custodianship of the Hokage edifice is stringent. Ordinarily, an assembly of over thirty Anbu shinobi vigilantly safeguards the citadel of Konoha!"
"Simultaneously, even should Konoha's Hokage abscond the premises, a residue of Anbu operatives endures, numbering no more than twenty."
"Furthermore, the coveted repository of the sealed tome, as thou art wont to seek, has been ascertained!"
"Yet, traversing to this locale—Wang's domain—shan't prove facile!"
The custodian of the coveted tome remains none other than Hokage himself.
Alas, Hokage shan't bear the repository about, and the sanctum of the sealed volume rests in the annals of his office.
Within a chamber devoted to the safeguarding of clandestine missives.
Simultaneously, the sealed tome echoes within its confines.
Pertaining to ingress, Hokage's sanctum is preceded by the Hokage office—an expanse wherein traversing a phalanx of Anbu sentinels verges on impossibility.
Enterprising entry sans detection by Hokage himself is a conceivable prospect.
Upon meticulous scrutiny, the conclusion transpires.
Bai directs his gaze toward me, "The quest for the sealed tome accords an insurmountable challenge!"
"Indeed, the prospect is not bereft of feasibility!"
Sasuke offers a wry grin; Hokage's dominion, though formidable, metamorphoses in his absence.
An assemblage of several dozen Anbu operatives pales in comparison to the intricate network entrenched around Hokage himself.
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