"Too slow! You're still too slow! Speed up your reaction time. Don't just rely on your eyes—use your senses. Sensing the enemy's attack in battle can make all the difference."
Unlike the straightforward training Nawaki endured, the little yellow-haired boy's training was much more intense and varied. Shinki held a stick in his hand, directing Minato Namikaze's nerve reflex training.
To become the "Yellow Flash" of the ninja world, mastering the Flying Thunder God Technique was not enough. One also needed to hone their nerve reflexes to their absolute peak. Without that, using the Flying Thunder God Technique recklessly could mean crashing into an enemy's weapon—or worse, causing self-harm.
Make no mistake, the Flying Thunder God Technique was an incredibly demanding skill. Those who met the stringent requirements became unstoppable, but for others, mastering it could be a nightmare.
This highlighted how extraordinary Tobirama Senju truly was. His combat abilities were unparalleled, making him a complete, well-rounded warrior. If Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha hadn't been around, Tobirama's fame would have been unmatched.
"Hu... Hu..."
Training in the relentless rain tested endurance and willpower. The heavy rain soaked clothing and impeded movement, making every task harder. The constant downpour accelerated fatigue, leaving the body rigid when stamina ran out. Training on muddy terrain also required mastering chakra control and footwork, or one risked slipping and falling.
Minato Namikaze, exerting himself to the limit, panted heavily, his clothes plastered with mud. Shinki had deliberately chosen the muddiest spot in the camp to push Minato's limits.
Nawaki watched, a mix of awe and pity on his face. Training under Shinki was brutal. In comparison, his own ninjutsu practice suddenly felt much less arduous. A little boredom was better than being worked to the bone like Minato.
"Keep going! Speed up! No breaks!" Shinki's voice boomed as he waved the stick, startling Minato, who had paused to catch his breath. The sharp sting on his back reminded him that stopping was not an option.
Jiraiya, who had left the operating room, watched Minato's rigorous training with envy. Initially, he was proud to have Nawaki as his student, but after seeing Shinki's training methods, he felt a pang of jealousy.
"Hey, isn't this a bit harsh? Minato's still just a kid," Jiraiya called out, worried that Shinki's strict regimen might lead to overexertion or lasting injuries.
"Mind your own business and watch over Nawaki!" Shinki snapped, annoyed. If Jiraiya didn't have the time to properly train his own apprentice, he had no right to meddle here.
Overtraining could indeed cause injuries, but Shinki had prepared for this.
"By the way, Nawaki's training may seem dull, but it's as taxing as Minato's in terms of exertion. You should be more aware as his teacher."
Jiraiya scratched his head. "Should I tone down Nawaki's training?"
"Get lost!" Shinki scoffed, clearly done with the conversation.
Returning to the rest area, Shinki checked on the herbal mixture simmering on the stove. Once satisfied, he poured the concoction into a wooden barrel and added water.
Jiraiya trailed behind him, curious. "Are you going to have Minato soak in that potion?"
The herbal brew was designed to ease physical fatigue and heal minor injuries. Shinki took out two vials of pink liquid, twirling them between his fingers.
"Of course. Soaking in the herbal mixture, combined with oral supplements and massage, ensures Minato's body won't suffer long-term damage from the rigorous training."
Jiraiya blinked, stunned. "You really go all out, don't you?"
"Did you think training disciples was easy?" Shinki's eyes narrowed. "This is what it takes."
Jiraiya let out an awkward laugh. "Haha, I guess I haven't been paying attention. Think you could set up the same for Nawaki?"
"Sure," Shinki said with a smirk. "That'll be 50,000 ryo for the herbal soak, 100,000 ryo for the potions, and 300,000 ryo weekly for upkeep."
"How much?!" Jiraiya's eyes widened as he recalculated. 300,000 ryo a week? In a month… that was staggering!
"Yup, 300,000 ryo a week, and that doesn't include massage fees." Shinki wiggled his fingers teasingly. "Still interested?"
Jiraiya stared, incredulous. He suddenly thought about asking Tsunade if he could return Nawaki as his apprentice. Shinki's approach was eye-opening. He, Tsunade, and Orochimaru had trained under the Third Hokage without any of these luxuries. Just learning under a master was enough back then—medicine and potions were unheard of.
Most teachers in the ninja world followed the same approach. Only Shinki, with his meticulous methods and willingness to invest both time and money, set such high standards.
His philosophy was simple: either train them to their fullest potential or don't train them at all. Shinki wondered what heights Minato Namikaze would reach with such meticulous training.
"Do I really have to spend this much?" Jiraiya asked, still stunned.
"Your call. I'm willing to spend it on Minato as an investment. You don't have to, but it's your choice."
"Spend it!" Jiraiya's voice cracked, heart aching at the thought. But he had to.
He couldn't let Minato receive better training than Nawaki. That would be shameful. Not being able to dedicate time to teaching was already enough guilt—refusing to spend money would be unthinkable.
"Do it! Make sure Nawaki gets the same treatment!"
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