What If Naruto Was Trained by Gojo Satoru

# CHAPTER 1: THE MAN WITH THE BLINDFOLD

Naruto Uzumaki kicked a stone as he walked down the dusty path toward the Hokage Tower. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, and his face was set in what he hoped was a defiant scowl rather than the hurt expression he felt inside. Another day, another lecture from Iruka-sensei about paying attention in class, another round of snickering from his classmates when he couldn't perform a simple clone jutsu.

"Stupid chakra control," he muttered, kicking another stone with enough force to send it skittering into a nearby fence. "Who needs perfect clones anyway? I'll just become Hokage without them!"

As he approached the tower, he noticed something unusual. ANBU guards were positioned on the rooftops, more than he'd ever seen before. Their masked faces turned in unison, focused on the building as if something extraordinary was happening inside.

"What's going on?" Naruto wondered aloud, his curiosity immediately overwhelming his bad mood. He quickened his pace, thoughts of his classroom humiliation fading as he contemplated what could cause such heightened security.

He had just reached the base of the tower when the Third Hokage's aide spotted him.

"Naruto! There you are. The Hokage has been looking for you. Come with me, please."

Naruto blinked in surprise. The Hokage was looking for him? That was either very good or very bad news. Given his recent prank involving three chickens, a bucket of orange paint, and the Academy's supply closet, he suspected the latter.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked, following the aide up the spiral staircase.

"No, nothing like that," the aide replied, though his expression remained serious. "The Hokage simply requested your presence for a meeting."

A meeting? That was new. The old man usually just talked to him over ramen or when he was caught after a particularly impressive prank. Formal meetings weren't their style.

When they reached the Hokage's office, the aide knocked twice before opening the door. "Lord Hokage, I've brought Naruto as requested."

Naruto stepped into the room and immediately froze. The Third Hokage sat behind his desk as usual, pipe in hand, but he wasn't alone. Standing by the window was the strangest-looking person Naruto had ever seen.

The man was tall—taller than any ninja Naruto had encountered before. He wore an all-black outfit that seemed both foreign and impossibly stylish. But what caught Naruto's attention most was his face—or rather, what covered it. A black blindfold wrapped around his eyes, and yet he seemed to turn his head precisely toward Naruto as he entered, as if he could see perfectly.

White spiky hair defied gravity above the blindfold, and a smile that somehow combined laziness and intensity spread across the stranger's face.

"So this is the kid?" the blindfolded man said, his voice casual yet carrying an undercurrent of power that made the hairs on Naruto's arms stand up. "Interesting. Very interesting."

The Hokage cleared his throat. "Naruto, I'd like you to meet Gojo Satoru. He's... a visitor to our village."

"A visitor?" Naruto repeated, suspicion immediately replacing his curiosity. Adults who paid attention to him usually wanted something—or worse, were just setting him up to be the butt of some joke. He crossed his arms defensively. "What kind of visitor wears a blindfold? And why did you want to see me?"

Instead of being offended, the stranger—Gojo—laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh but one filled with genuine amusement.

"Direct, isn't he?" Gojo said to the Hokage before turning back to Naruto. "I wear this because my eyes are special. Too special to have open all the time. And as for why you're here..." He tilted his head slightly. "You're carrying something interesting inside you, aren't you?"

Naruto's breath caught in his throat. Did this stranger know about the Nine-Tails? He shot a panicked look at the Third Hokage, who quickly intervened.

"Gojo-san has unique abilities to sense energy," the Hokage explained carefully. "He comes from... elsewhere. A place with different shinobi arts than ours."

"Different shinobi arts?" Naruto repeated, his interest reluctantly piqued despite his wariness. "Like what?"

Gojo's smile widened. "Want to see?"

Before Naruto could answer, Gojo held out his hand, palm up. The air above it seemed to shimmer and distort, and then—impossibly—a perfect, miniature replica of Konoha appeared floating above his palm. It wasn't an illusion; Naruto could see tiny people moving through the streets, smoke rising from chimneys, even birds flying over the Hokage Monument.

"Whoa!" Naruto gasped, stepping closer despite himself. "How did you do that? Is it a jutsu?"

"Not exactly," Gojo replied, closing his hand. The miniature village disappeared. "Where I come from, we use something called cursed energy instead of chakra. Different, but similar in some ways."

Naruto's eyes widened. A whole different kind of power? One that could create something so detailed and real just by holding out a hand? His mind raced with possibilities.

"Can you teach me to do that?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

The Hokage chuckled softly. "That's actually why I called you here, Naruto."

Both Naruto and Gojo turned to look at the old man, one with confusion, the other with mild surprise.

"Gojo-san is temporarily stranded in our world due to an unusual occurrence," the Hokage explained. "Our researchers are working to find a way to return him to his own world, but until then, he needs something to occupy his time." The Hokage's eyes twinkled. "And you, Naruto, need someone who can help you with your... unique challenges."

"What do you mean?" Naruto asked, suspicion returning. Was this just another attempt to fix what everyone saw as his deficiencies?

The Hokage exchanged a look with Gojo before continuing. "Your chakra is different from other students', Naruto. We've tried traditional teaching methods, but perhaps what you need is a different perspective." He gestured to Gojo. "Someone who understands what it means to have overwhelming power that doesn't always work the way others expect it to."

Gojo stepped forward, crouching down to Naruto's level, though even kneeling he was still taller than the boy. "Listen, kid. I can sense what's inside you. It's strong—stronger than you realize. But strength without control is just chaos. I can teach you how to make it work for you instead of against you."

Naruto stared at the blindfolded man, searching for any sign of the familiar adult contempt or fake kindness he'd grown accustomed to. But there was something different about Gojo—a straightforwardness, an absence of pity or judgment.

"Why would you want to teach me?" Naruto asked, his voice smaller than he intended. "Nobody else does."

"Because you're interesting," Gojo replied simply. "And because I like interesting things. Plus," he added with that same confident smile, "I'm the strongest jujutsu sorcerer where I come from. Who better to teach someone with your potential?"

The strongest? Naruto's eyes widened at that. This stranger claimed to be the strongest where he came from, and he thought Naruto had potential?

"So what do you say?" the Hokage prompted gently. "Would you be willing to train with Gojo-san while he's here in Konoha?"

Naruto looked from the Hokage to Gojo and back again. Every instinct forged from years of disappointment told him to be skeptical, to expect this to be another setup for failure. But another part of him—the part that still hoped, still dreamed of becoming Hokage despite everything—whispered that this might be different.

"I'll do it," Naruto declared, squaring his shoulders. "But if this is some kind of trick—"

"No tricks," Gojo interrupted, standing back to his full height. "Just training. Hard training." His smile turned into something more like a smirk. "Think you can handle it?"

Instead of being intimidated, Naruto felt a spark of determination flare inside him. "I can handle anything you throw at me! I'm going to be Hokage someday, believe it!"

For a moment, Gojo was silent. Then he laughed—not mockingly, but with what sounded like genuine delight.

"Hokage, huh? Well, infinity is the limit." He extended a hand to Naruto. "Let's see what you're made of, future Hokage."

As Naruto hesitantly took the offered hand, he couldn't help but feel that something important had just changed in his life. The man with the blindfold might be strange, might be from another world entirely, but for the first time, someone other than the old man Hokage seemed to look at Naruto and see potential instead of a problem.

Maybe, just maybe, this would be different.

The Hokage watched the two of them, the mischievous boy and the enigmatic sorcerer, and allowed himself a small smile. Yes, this arrangement might be exactly what Naruto needed—and perhaps what Gojo needed too, though the powerful visitor might not realize it yet.

"Training begins tomorrow," Gojo announced. "Dawn. The training ground behind the Hokage Monument." He turned toward the door, somehow navigating the room perfectly despite the blindfold. "Don't be late, kid."

As Gojo left the room, Naruto turned to the Hokage with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "Old man, is he really that strong?"

The Third Hokage drew thoughtfully on his pipe before answering. "Naruto, in all my years, I've never encountered anyone quite like him. His power is... different. But yes, he is exceptionally strong."

Naruto's face broke into a wide grin—the first genuine smile he'd worn all day. "Then I'm going to learn everything he can teach me! And then I'll be one step closer to taking your hat, old man!"

The Hokage chuckled, watching as Naruto dashed from the room, already bursting with newfound energy and purpose. Yes, this unusual mentor might be exactly what Naruto needed—someone who understood what it meant to contain power beyond ordinary comprehension.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of a very different path for Naruto Uzumaki.

# CHAPTER 2: FOUNDATIONS OF UNDERSTANDING

The Third Hokage carefully arranged several classified scrolls on his desk as Gojo Satoru lounged in the chair opposite him. Despite the sorcerer's casual posture—one leg crossed over the other, arms stretched behind his head—there was nothing relaxed about the conversation they were having.

"So the Fourth Hokage sealed this 'Nine-Tailed Fox' inside Naruto as an infant," Gojo summarized, absorbing the information. "And this makes him what you call a jinchūriki—a human sacrifice."

"Precisely," the Third confirmed, unrolling a scroll that displayed the complex sealing formula used by the Fourth Hokage. "The seal was designed to gradually allow Naruto to access and control the Nine-Tails' chakra. However, the process has been... challenging."

Gojo leaned forward, examining the intricate formula with interest. "This seal is impressive work. It reminds me of some of the more complex barriers we use in jujutsu sorcery, though the methodology is different."

"The Fourth was a genius with sealing techniques," the Hokage said, a hint of pride and sadness in his voice. "He gave his life to create this seal."

"And the village repaid that sacrifice by treating the kid like an outcast," Gojo observed, his tone neutral but his words pointed.

The Hokage sighed heavily. "I tried to protect him, to give him a normal childhood, but fear is a powerful force. Many villagers see only the Nine-Tails when they look at Naruto, not the boy himself."

Gojo's fingers traced the spiral pattern at the center of the seal diagram. "In my world, we deal with cursed spirits—manifestations of negative emotions and cursed energy. The stronger the curse, the more malevolent and intelligent it becomes." He paused. "From what you've described, these tailed beasts sound similar in some ways—concentrated masses of chakra with consciousness and will."

"There are significant differences as well," the Hokage noted. "The tailed beasts were not created from human emotions but have existed since ancient times. They are forces of nature in many ways."

"Still," Gojo mused, "the parallel is interesting. We contain curses with barriers and exorcism. You contain tailed beasts with seals and human vessels." He tapped the scroll thoughtfully. "And in both cases, the container often suffers for it."

The Hokage nodded solemnly. "That is unfortunately true."

Gojo stood suddenly, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, no point dwelling on the past. I'm more interested in what happens next. The kid's got potential—more than anyone realizes, I'm guessing."

"What do you plan to teach him?" the Hokage asked.

Gojo's smile was enigmatic behind his blindfold. "First, I need to understand exactly what I'm working with."

---

Dawn broke over the training ground behind the Hokage Monument, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. Gojo stood in the center of the clearing, blindfold in place, hands in his pockets, waiting.

He sensed Naruto's approach before he heard him—a swirling mass of chakra, wild and untamed, moving rapidly toward the training ground. The energy signature was unique: Naruto's own chakra was bright and vibrant, while underneath it lurked something far more potent and malevolent—the Nine-Tails' energy, contained but ever-present.

"You're late," Gojo called out as Naruto burst into the clearing, breathing hard.

"What? No way!" Naruto protested between gasps. "The sun's barely up!"

"I said dawn, not sunrise," Gojo replied, though his tone wasn't particularly stern. "A minute after dawn is still late."

Naruto crossed his arms with a huff. "How can you even tell what time it is with that blindfold on?"

"I can sense the change in light, among other things," Gojo answered. "Speaking of sensing things—that's where we'll start today."

Naruto's expression immediately brightened. "Are you going to teach me how to do that cool thing with the floating village? Or maybe some super powerful attack?"

"Not yet," Gojo said, holding up a hand to forestall Naruto's excitement. "Before we get to anything like that, we need to establish some foundations."

"Foundations?" Naruto's enthusiasm visibly deflated. "You mean boring stuff."

"I mean necessary stuff," Gojo corrected. "Even the strongest techniques are useless if you don't have the basics mastered."

Naruto kicked at the ground, clearly disappointed. "I already do boring exercises at the Academy, and they never help me."

"That's because they're teaching you conventional methods for conventional chakra," Gojo explained. "But you, Naruto Uzumaki, don't have conventional chakra."

That caught Naruto's attention. "What do you mean?"

Gojo gestured for Naruto to sit on the ground. Once they were both seated cross-legged facing each other, Gojo continued. "From what I understand, most shinobi in your world have chakra networks that are relatively similar—variations in size and strength, but fundamentally the same system. You, however, have something additional: the Nine-Tails' chakra interfering with your own."

Naruto stiffened, his expression guarded. "So you know about that."

"The Hokage filled me in," Gojo confirmed. "And I can sense it. Two distinct energy sources occupying the same space—it's no wonder you struggle with control."

"It's not my fault!" Naruto burst out defensively. "I try really hard, but the jutsu still don't work right!"

"I didn't say it was your fault," Gojo replied calmly. "I'm saying the methods they're teaching you aren't suited to your unique situation."

Naruto blinked, the defensive hostility slowly giving way to confusion. "So... you're not going to tell me I'm just not trying hard enough?"

"You could try until your face turns blue—it wouldn't change the fact that you're attempting to use techniques designed for a completely different chakra system," Gojo said. "What you need is an approach that accounts for what makes your energy unique."

For a moment, Naruto just stared at Gojo, as if processing the idea that his difficulties might not be due to his own inadequacy. Then, hesitantly: "So what kind of approach would work?"

"That's what we're going to find out," Gojo said. "First, I need you to show me what you can already do. Try creating a clone—the technique you struggle with at the Academy."

Naruto grimaced but formed the hand sign. "Clone Jutsu!" A puff of smoke appeared beside him, clearing to reveal a pale, malformed version of Naruto that lay limply on the ground like a deflated balloon.

"Well, that's... something," Gojo observed.

"See? It's useless!" Naruto kicked at the failed clone, which disappeared in another puff of smoke.

Gojo nodded thoughtfully. "You're overloading the technique with chakra. It's like trying to fill a water balloon with a fire hose—too much pressure, too quickly."

"That's what Iruka-sensei says too," Naruto muttered. "But I can't make it any smaller."

"That's because you're approaching it wrong," Gojo said. "You're trying to reduce your output, which is fighting against your natural capacity. Instead, we need to work on precision and containment."

He stood, motioning for Naruto to do the same. "In my world, jujutsu sorcerers learn to visualize and manipulate cursed energy before they ever attempt a technique. We're going to try something similar with your chakra."

"Visualization?" Naruto frowned. "You mean like, imagining stuff?"

"Exactly," Gojo confirmed. "Close your eyes."

Naruto complied, though his expression remained skeptical.

"Now, I want you to imagine your chakra as a tangible thing—something you can see and touch in your mind," Gojo instructed. "What does it look like to you?"

Naruto's face scrunched in concentration. "Um... I don't know. Blue stuff?"

Gojo suppressed a sigh. "More specific. Is it liquid? Gas? Solid? Does it have a shape? A texture?"

"I guess... like water?" Naruto ventured. "But also kind of like wind sometimes?"

"Good," Gojo encouraged. "Now, imagine that energy flowing through your body. Can you feel where it's strongest? Where it moves fastest?"

Naruto was silent for a moment, his face still tight with concentration. "My stomach," he finally said. "It feels strongest there. And then it spreads out everywhere else."

Gojo nodded, though Naruto couldn't see it. "That's the seal—the center of your connection to the Nine-Tails. Now, imagine drawing just a thin stream of that energy up through your body to your hands."

"It's hard," Naruto complained after a moment of trying. "It all wants to rush out at once."

"That's exactly the problem," Gojo said. "Your chakra naturally wants to flow in large quantities. We need to train it to respond in smaller, more controlled amounts."

He placed a leaf in Naruto's hand. "Now, channel that thin stream of chakra into the leaf. Just enough to make it hover above your palm—no more."

Naruto opened his eyes to look at the leaf, then closed them again in concentration. After several seconds, the leaf began to lift—then shot upward as if fired from a cannon, disappearing into the tree canopy above.

"Too much," Gojo observed mildly.

"I told you!" Naruto opened his eyes, frustration evident in his voice. "I can't make it smaller!"

"You can," Gojo insisted. "But it will take practice and a different mental approach." He placed another leaf in Naruto's hand. "This time, imagine there's a valve controlling your chakra flow—like a faucet you can turn to adjust the water pressure."

Naruto tried again, his face contorted with effort. The leaf trembled, lifted slightly, then burst into flames before crumbling to ash.

"Well, that's progress," Gojo remarked. "At least it moved before it was destroyed."

"This is pointless!" Naruto exclaimed, brushing ash from his hand. "When are we going to learn actual jutsu?"

"When you can make a leaf hover without incinerating it," Gojo replied firmly. "Powerful techniques require precise control. There are no shortcuts."

Naruto groaned dramatically, flopping backward onto the grass. "But this is so boring!"

Gojo crouched beside him, his blindfolded face suddenly serious. "Let me ask you something, Naruto. What do you think makes a ninja truly strong?"

"Knowing lots of powerful jutsu," Naruto answered promptly. "And having lots of chakra."

"And you already have more chakra than most adult shinobi," Gojo pointed out. "So why aren't you already the strongest in your class?"

Naruto scowled. "Because the jutsu don't work right when I do them."

"Exactly," Gojo said. "Power without control is just wasted energy. It's like having a massive cannon but no way to aim it—impressive but ultimately ineffective."

He pulled another leaf from a nearby tree and held it out. "In my world, I'm considered the strongest not just because of my techniques, but because I understand the precise nature of my power and how to apply it with absolute precision."

Naruto sat up, taking the leaf reluctantly. "So you're saying I need to do boring exercises to get stronger?"

"I'm saying you need to master the foundations before you can build anything lasting on top of them," Gojo corrected. "And I promise you, once you have this control, the techniques I can teach you will be far more impressive than anything your classmates can do."

Naruto eyed him suspiciously. "You're not just saying that?"

"I don't say things I don't mean," Gojo replied. "Now, try again. This time, imagine your chakra as a thin, golden thread—just one strand connecting you to the leaf."

With a sigh that conveyed the depth of his suffering, Naruto closed his eyes again. His face smoothed into concentration, and after several seconds, the leaf began to hover unsteadily above his palm.

"I'm doing it!" he exclaimed, eyes flying open—and immediately the leaf shot off like a rocket again.

"You broke your concentration," Gojo observed. "But yes, for a moment, you had it. That's the level of control we're aiming for—maintained even when your attention shifts."

He handed Naruto yet another leaf. "Again. And this time, try to maintain it while gradually opening your eyes."

For the next two hours, they continued the exercise. Leaves were destroyed by excess chakra, sent flying into the stratosphere, or occasionally hovered for brief moments before Naruto's concentration wavered. By mid-morning, Naruto was visibly tired and increasingly frustrated.

"This is impossible!" he declared after his twentieth failure. "Nobody else has to work this hard just to make a stupid leaf float!"

"Nobody else has what you have inside them," Gojo pointed out. "The Nine-Tails' chakra is constantly pushing against your own, making fine control much more difficult." He paused, considering Naruto thoughtfully. "Think of it this way—you're not just learning to control your chakra; you're learning to manage two opposing forces simultaneously. That's a skill few shinobi ever master."

Naruto looked up, something in Gojo's words catching his attention. "Two opposing forces?"

"Yes," Gojo confirmed. "Your chakra and the Nine-Tails' chakra are distinct energies, even when they mingle. Learning to separate and control them individually would give you access to abilities no ordinary shinobi could achieve."

"Like what?" Naruto asked, his interest piqued despite his fatigue.

Gojo smiled. "Like creating a perfect clone without hand signs. Like sensing enemies from miles away. Like techniques that combine the raw power of the Nine-Tails with the precision of your own chakra control."

He could see the spark reigniting in Naruto's eyes—the drive that pushed the boy to keep trying despite years of failure and rejection.

"One more time," Gojo said, offering a final leaf. "Imagine the two energies as separate but parallel streams. Your job is to draw just from your own stream—just enough to lift the leaf."

Naruto took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed the leaf on his palm. His face settled into an expression of intense concentration, different from before—less strained, more focused. After several seconds, the leaf began to rise slowly until it hovered an inch above his palm.

"Now, open your eyes," Gojo instructed softly. "But maintain your focus on the image in your mind."

Naruto's eyes opened gradually. The leaf wobbled but continued to float. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, and still the leaf remained airborne.

"I'm doing it," Naruto whispered, as if afraid his voice might break the spell.

"You are," Gojo confirmed. "That's enough for today." He reached out and plucked the leaf from the air above Naruto's palm. "We'll continue tomorrow, same time."

Naruto's shoulders slumped with relief, but there was pride in his expression too—the satisfaction of having accomplished something that had seemed impossible just hours before.

"Was it this hard for you?" he asked as they gathered their things. "When you were learning?"

Gojo considered the question. "In some ways, yes. My power is also... unusual. It took time to understand how to use it effectively." He ruffled Naruto's blond hair. "But that's what makes us interesting, isn't it? The standard approaches don't work for us, so we have to create our own paths."

Naruto nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression replacing his usual brash demeanor. "I'm going to practice more tonight," he declared. "I'll have it mastered by tomorrow!"

"Don't overdo it," Gojo cautioned. "Mental focus requires rest too. Better to practice for short periods with full concentration than for hours with a tired mind."

As they walked back toward the village, Gojo reflected on what he had learned. Naruto's chakra reserves were indeed massive—far larger than should be possible for a child his age, even accounting for the Nine-Tails. But more interesting was the way the two energies interacted. The seal was masterfully designed, gradually allowing the energies to mix while keeping the Nine-Tails' consciousness contained.

It reminded him of certain binding techniques in jujutsu sorcery, though with distinct differences. The potential applications were fascinating to consider—especially if Naruto could learn to access and control both energies independently.

"Hey, Gojo-sensei," Naruto's voice broke into his thoughts. The "sensei" was new—a small but significant acknowledgment.

"Yes?"

"How long did it take you to become the strongest?"

Gojo smiled. "Years of practice. Many failures. Constant refinement." He glanced down at the boy walking beside him. "But I had certain advantages from the beginning—like you do."

"Me?" Naruto looked skeptical. "What advantages do I have?"

"Unlimited potential," Gojo replied simply. "And now, a teacher who understands what that means."

As they parted ways in the village center, Gojo watched Naruto bound off toward his apartment, already practicing the visualization exercise as he went. The boy was a bundle of contradictions—outwardly brash but inwardly uncertain, craving attention yet deeply independent, containing immense power while struggling with basic control.

In many ways, he reminded Gojo of himself at a younger age—though perhaps with a purer heart.

This would be an interesting project indeed.

# CHAPTER 3: THE FIRST BREAKTHROUGH

"And that, class, is how you properly execute a transformation jutsu," Iruka-sensei concluded, having demonstrated the technique flawlessly. "Remember, visualization is key. You must hold a clear image of your target in mind while molding your chakra precisely."

From the back row, Naruto stifled a yawn. It wasn't that he wasn't trying to pay attention—he was, more than usual even—but Iruka's explanation seemed so... incomplete now. After two weeks of training with Gojo, Naruto had begun to understand chakra differently. It wasn't just about hand signs and visualization; it was about feeling the energy, separating the streams, controlling the flow.

"Naruto!" Iruka's sharp voice cut through his thoughts. "Since you seem so confident that you don't need to listen, perhaps you'd like to demonstrate the transformation jutsu for the class?"

Several students snickered. Everyone knew transformation was one of Naruto's worst techniques—second only to his disastrous clone jutsu.

"Sure thing, Iruka-sensei," Naruto replied, standing up with more confidence than he felt. He walked to the front of the classroom, aware of the skeptical eyes following him.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto closed his eyes and tried to remember what Gojo had taught him. Visualize the energy. Separate the streams. Control the flow.

"Transform!" he called out, forming the necessary hand sign.

A cloud of smoke enveloped him, and for a moment, Naruto thought he might have succeeded. But as the smoke cleared, he heard the eruption of laughter. Looking down, he realized he had managed to transform only his upper body into a reasonable facsimile of Iruka-sensei, while his lower half remained unchanged.

"Close, but not quite," Iruka said, trying to maintain his composure amid the classroom's laughter. "You need to extend your chakra control throughout your entire body, Naruto."

"I know that," Naruto muttered, releasing the jutsu with a puff of smoke. "I just... it's hard to make it go everywhere the same way."

Iruka's expression softened slightly. "Keep practicing. You're making progress, even if it's slow."

As Naruto returned to his seat, he caught Sasuke's dismissive glance. The Uchiha prodigy had mastered transformation weeks ago, along with every other basic technique they'd been taught. It was infuriating how easily everything seemed to come to Sasuke.

When class ended, Iruka called out, "Naruto, stay behind for a moment, please."

Naruto groaned inwardly but remained seated as the other students filed out. Once they were alone, Iruka approached Naruto's desk.

"Your concentration has improved," Iruka noted, surprising Naruto with the unexpected praise. "But you seem distracted in a different way lately. Is everything all right?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Naruto replied, gathering his scattered scrolls and books. "Just been training extra, that's all."

"With that new visitor, correct? Gojo Satoru?" Iruka's tone held a note of concern.

Naruto looked up sharply. "Yeah. The old man Hokage assigned him to help me. He's really strong, Iruka-sensei! You should see the things he can do!"

Iruka crossed his arms. "I've heard... reports. Some rather unusual training methods being observed at the training grounds. Blindfolded meditation. Chakra exercises I'm not familiar with." He paused. "Are you sure these methods are... appropriate?"

"They're working!" Naruto insisted. "I can almost make a leaf float for ten whole minutes now without burning it up or sending it to the moon! And I'm getting better at sensing chakra too."

"Leaf floating?" Iruka raised an eyebrow. "That's an advanced chakra control exercise, typically reserved for genin or higher."

"Gojo-sensei says I need to master the foundations before I can build anything lasting," Naruto recited, clearly quoting his new mentor.

"Sensei?" Iruka's other eyebrow joined the first. "You're calling him that already?"

Naruto shrugged, suddenly feeling defensive. "Well, he is teaching me. And he actually explains things in a way that makes sense to me."

Iruka sighed, pulling up a chair to sit facing Naruto. "I'm glad you're getting extra help, Naruto. Truly. But I'm concerned about the influence this stranger might be having on you. No one seems to know much about him or his methods."

"The Hokage trusts him," Naruto pointed out.

"The Hokage is giving him the benefit of the doubt," Iruka corrected. "That's not quite the same thing."

Naruto stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I gotta go. Gojo-sensei's waiting for me at the training ground."

"Naruto," Iruka called as the boy headed for the door. "Just... be careful. And remember, if you ever need help understanding something we cover in class, you can always ask me."

Naruto paused at the doorway, turning back with an unusually serious expression. "Thanks, Iruka-sensei. But I think... I think I'm finally starting to get it. Just not the way everyone else does."

As Naruto darted out of the classroom, Iruka remained seated, troubled by the conversation. The boy was clearly enthusiastic about his new mentor, but Iruka couldn't help worrying about the influence this mysterious outsider might be having on his most unpredictable student.

---

"You're late again," Gojo observed as Naruto arrived at the training ground, though his tone lacked any real admonishment.

"Sorry, Iruka-sensei kept me after class," Naruto explained, dropping his bag by a tree. "He wanted to talk about you, actually."

"Oh?" Gojo tilted his head, his blindfolded gaze somehow managing to convey curiosity. "Let me guess—he's concerned about my influence on you."

"How'd you know?"

"It's a reasonable concern," Gojo replied with a shrug. "I'm a stranger with unusual methods teaching a student who already struggles with conventional approaches. From his perspective, I could be making things worse."

"But you're not!" Naruto protested. "I'm getting better at the chakra control exercises every day!"

"I know that, and you know that," Gojo said. "But results take time to become visible to others. Speaking of which—show me your progress with the leaf exercise."

Naruto grinned, plucking a leaf from a nearby bush. He placed it on his palm, closed his eyes for just a moment to center himself, then opened them again as the leaf began to hover steadily about two inches above his hand.

"Ten minutes yesterday," Naruto announced proudly. "And I didn't even have to close my eyes for most of it."

"Impressive," Gojo acknowledged. "You're grasping the concept of separation faster than I expected."

"But it's still not helping with my Academy jutsu," Naruto admitted, his enthusiasm dimming slightly. "I tried the transformation technique today and only got halfway there."

"That's because we haven't connected what you're learning here with what you're practicing there," Gojo explained. "Today, we're going to bridge that gap."

He gestured for Naruto to sit across from him on the grass. Once they were both settled, Gojo removed his blindfold—a rare occurrence that immediately captured Naruto's full attention.

"Whoa," Naruto breathed, staring at Gojo's revealed eyes. They were a striking blue, but with unusual patterns that seemed to shift and change the longer Naruto looked at them. "Your eyes are really weird."

"Thank you for that assessment," Gojo replied dryly, though a smile played at his lips. "I'm showing you my eyes for a reason. They're the source of my most powerful technique—what I call the Limitless."

"Limitless?" Naruto repeated, intrigued.

"It's the ability to control the space between objects at an infinitesimal level," Gojo explained. "To understand it, you need to grasp the concept of infinity—the idea that between any two points, there exists an infinite number of other points."

Naruto's face scrunched in confusion. "That doesn't make any sense. If I move my finger from here to here," he demonstrated by moving his finger through the air, "it just goes straight across. There aren't infinite points."

"But there are," Gojo insisted. "Consider this: what's halfway between zero and one?"

"Um... half?"

"Correct. And what's halfway between zero and a half?"

"A quarter?"

"Right. And halfway between zero and a quarter?"

"An eighth," Naruto answered, beginning to see the pattern.

"You can continue this division forever," Gojo explained. "No matter how small the distance becomes, you can always find another point halfway between. That's infinity—endless, boundless division."

Naruto's brow furrowed in concentration. "Okay, but what does this have to do with my chakra control?"

"Everything," Gojo said. "Your problem isn't the amount of chakra you have—it's your inability to control it at a fine enough level. When you try to transform, you're pushing your chakra outward in a broad wave, but transformation requires precise control at every point in your body simultaneously."

He reached out and tapped Naruto's forehead protector. "Think of your body as divided into an infinite number of points. Each point needs exactly the right amount of chakra—no more, no less. Too much in one area, and you get a partial transformation like today."

"But how am I supposed to control infinite points?" Naruto asked, frustration edging into his voice.

"The same way you control the leaf," Gojo replied. "By understanding that precise control at one point is the same as precise control at all points. It's not about dividing your attention infinitely—it's about establishing a consistent rule that applies everywhere."

Seeing Naruto's continued confusion, Gojo tried a different approach. "Let me put it this way: when you float the leaf, you're not consciously controlling every molecule of chakra, are you?"

"No," Naruto admitted. "I just kind of... feel the right amount and keep it steady."

"Exactly," Gojo nodded. "You establish a pattern—a rule for how your chakra should behave—and then maintain it. Transformation jutsu works the same way. Instead of trying to manually control every point in your body, you need to establish a single, consistent rule for how your chakra should transform you."

Naruto looked down at his hands, considering this. "So instead of thinking about turning my head into Iruka-sensei's head, and my arms into his arms, and so on..."

"You should think about establishing a single transformation principle that applies to your entire body at once," Gojo finished. "One rule, infinitely applied."

"I think I get it," Naruto said slowly. "It's like... instead of trying to fill a bunch of different cups with exactly the right amount of water, I should just make it rain the same amount everywhere."

Gojo smiled. "That's a surprisingly apt metaphor. Yes, exactly like that."

He replaced his blindfold and stood up. "Let's put it into practice. Try transforming into me."

Naruto got to his feet, a determined expression on his face. "Okay. One rule, applied everywhere. I can do this."

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation he'd mastered with the leaf exercise—the feeling of separating his own chakra from the Nine-Tails' energy, controlling it precisely. But instead of directing it to just his palm, he imagined that control extending throughout his entire body, like rainfall covering every inch of ground evenly.

"Transform!"

A cloud of smoke enveloped him, and when it cleared, a perfect miniature version of Gojo Satoru stood where Naruto had been—white hair, blindfold, black outfit, and all.

"I did it!" Naruto exclaimed in Gojo's voice, examining his transformed hands in amazement. "I really did it!"

"Not bad," Gojo said, circling his diminutive doppelgänger with an appraising eye. "Though I think I'm a bit taller than that."

"Hey, I got everything else right!" Naruto protested, still marveling at his success. "This is the first time I've ever done a perfect transformation!"

"It is impressive," Gojo acknowledged. "Especially considering how quickly you applied the concept. Most students would take weeks to make that mental leap."

Naruto released the transformation, returning to his normal appearance with a broad grin splitting his face. "I wanna try something else! What about clone jutsu? That's my absolute worst one."

"One step at a time," Gojo cautioned. "The principle is similar, but creating independent constructs outside your body is more complex than transforming your existing form. Let's master transformation completely first."

For the next two hours, they practiced transformations of increasing complexity. Naruto transformed into Iruka, the Hokage, random villagers, and even attempted a transformation into Sasuke (though he deliberately gave this version buckteeth, much to his own amusement).

With each successful transformation, Naruto's confidence grew. By the end of the session, he was maintaining transformations for several minutes without strain—something that would have been unthinkable just days before.

"This is amazing!" Naruto exclaimed as they took a break. "Wait until Iruka-sensei sees this tomorrow! He won't believe it!"

"Your progress is remarkable," Gojo agreed, lounging against a tree trunk. "But don't expect everything to come this easily. Some techniques will require different approaches."

"I don't care," Naruto declared. "For the first time, I actually believe I can do this stuff. I'm not just going to be the dead-last forever."

Gojo turned his blindfolded gaze toward Naruto, his expression unreadable. "Did you really think you would be?"

Naruto's enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "Well... yeah. I mean, no matter how hard I tried, I could never do what everyone else could. Iruka-sensei and the old man Hokage always said I had potential, but..." He shrugged. "Words are easy."

"And now?" Gojo prompted.

"Now I know they were right," Naruto said quietly. "I do have potential. I just needed someone who understood how to help me use it."

A moment of silence passed between them, heavy with unspoken emotion.

"Why did you decide to help me?" Naruto asked suddenly. "The real reason. It's not just because the old man asked you to, is it?"

Gojo was quiet for a moment before answering. "In my world, I've seen what happens when people with extraordinary power don't receive the right guidance. They either suppress their abilities out of fear or misuse them out of ignorance." He paused. "You remind me of someone I once knew—someone with limitless potential who took the wrong path because no one understood what he needed."

"What happened to him?" Naruto asked.

"That's a story for another time," Gojo replied, standing up and stretching. "For now, let's focus on your progress. Tomorrow, we'll work on applying these same principles to your clone technique."

As they packed up to leave, Naruto found himself looking at his new mentor with growing respect and gratitude. For the first time in his life, someone wasn't just telling him he could improve—they were showing him how, with methods that actually worked for him.

"Gojo-sensei," Naruto said as they walked back toward the village, "thanks. For believing I could do it."

Gojo's hand came to rest briefly on Naruto's head, ruffling his blond hair. "I never doubted it for a second, kid. The real question is: do you believe it now?"

Looking up at the tall, enigmatic figure beside him, Naruto nodded firmly. "Yeah. I do."

And for once, it wasn't just empty bravado or desperate hope. For the first time, Naruto truly believed in his own potential—not just as a future dream, but as a present reality he could feel taking shape within him.

It was, in every sense, a breakthrough.

---

The next morning at the Academy, Iruka called on Naruto to demonstrate the transformation jutsu again, expecting the usual half-successful attempt.

"Transform!" Naruto called out confidently.

When the smoke cleared, a perfect replica of Iruka stood at the front of the classroom, down to the last detail—the scar across his nose, the precise fold of his chunin vest, even the way his hitai-ate sat on his forehead.

The class fell into stunned silence.

"How's this, Iruka-sensei?" Naruto-as-Iruka asked with a grin that was pure Naruto despite the transformed appearance.

Iruka stared, momentarily speechless. "That's... perfect, Naruto. Absolutely perfect."

As the transformation dispersed, revealing a beaming Naruto, Iruka couldn't help but wonder exactly what this Gojo Satoru was teaching his student—and whether he might have been too quick to judge the mysterious visitor's influence.

Whatever methods the man was using, they were clearly working in ways Iruka's own teaching had not. And seeing the genuine pride and confidence in Naruto's eyes, Iruka found it difficult to argue with the results.

Perhaps this unusual mentor was exactly what Naruto had needed all along.

# CHAPTER 4: THE SHADOW CLONE REVELATION

Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of Konoha's forest as Naruto hunched over the large scroll unfurled before him. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool night air. He had been practicing for hours, determined to master at least one technique from the scroll before Mizuki-sensei arrived.

"Let's see... 'Shadow Clone Jutsu,'" Naruto read aloud, squinting at the detailed instructions. "This looks easier than the regular Clone Jutsu. Different hand sign, but it says it creates solid copies instead of illusions."

He grinned. Maybe this was his chance to finally overcome his clone problem. After his success with the transformation technique, Naruto's confidence had soared. If he could master this forbidden technique too, passing the graduation exam would be a certainty.

"Alright! Shadow Clone Jutsu, here I come!" Naruto formed the cross-shaped hand sign described in the scroll and channeled his chakra.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

A puff of smoke erupted around him, clearing to reveal not one or two, but a dozen perfect copies of Naruto standing in the small clearing.

"I... I did it!" Naruto gasped, staring at his clones in amazement. "And there's so many of them!"

The clones weren't pale or sickly-looking like his regular clones. They were solid, vibrant copies that moved independently, examining themselves and each other with equal astonishment.

"Hey, can you guys talk?" Naruto asked.

"Of course we can talk, we're you!" one of the clones responded indignantly.

"This is amazing!" another clone exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Naruto was about to reply when a familiar voice came from the edge of the clearing.

"Interesting. Very interesting."

Naruto whirled around to see Gojo leaning against a tree, arms crossed casually over his chest. Despite the darkness, his white hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, and his ever-present blindfold somehow didn't hinder his apparent ability to observe the scene before him.

"Gojo-sensei!" Naruto exclaimed, instantly dispelling his clones in panic. "I can explain! Mizuki-sensei told me about this special graduation test, and—"

Gojo held up a hand, cutting off Naruto's frantic explanation. "I already know about Mizuki's 'test,' Naruto. It's not a test—it's a trap."

"A... trap?" Naruto's face fell, confusion and betrayal washing over his features.

"Mizuki is using you to steal the Scroll of Sealing," Gojo explained, walking into the clearing. "It contains forbidden jutsu for a reason—they're either dangerous, require massive chakra reserves, or have other significant drawbacks."

Naruto's shoulders slumped. "So I'm in trouble."

"Ordinarily, yes," Gojo agreed, kneeling beside the scroll. "But this is quite the fortuitous accident." He gestured to the open scroll. "The Shadow Clone Jutsu is actually perfect for someone with your specific... advantages."

"What do you mean?" Naruto asked, his dejection momentarily forgotten.

"Most shinobi can't use this technique effectively because it divides their chakra equally among all clones," Gojo explained. "Create too many, and you risk chakra exhaustion. But you, Naruto, have more chakra than most jōnin."

He tapped the scroll thoughtfully. "More importantly, this technique has a property that makes it especially valuable for training."

Naruto leaned forward eagerly. "What property?"

"When a shadow clone dispels, all its experiences and memories return to the original," Gojo said. "Everything it learned, everything it saw, everything it felt—all transferred back to you."

Naruto's eyes widened as the implications dawned on him. "So if I made ten clones to practice a jutsu..."

"You would gain the experience of ten training sessions simultaneously," Gojo finished, a smile playing at his lips. "For someone trying to master chakra control rapidly, this is an extraordinary advantage."

"That's amazing!" Naruto exclaimed, then frowned. "But wait—if this jutsu is so useful, why is it forbidden?"

"Because most people don't have enough chakra to create multiple shadow clones safely," Gojo explained. "And even those who can often suffer mental strain from the influx of memories. Too many experiences returning at once can overwhelm the brain."

He stood, brushing dirt from his black pants. "But given what we know about your stamina and recovery abilities, I suspect you'll handle it better than most."

Naruto was about to respond when both he and Gojo sensed movement in the trees. Gojo placed a finger to his lips, signaling Naruto to remain quiet.

"Speaking of our Academy instructor with questionable motives," Gojo murmured. "He's approaching. I think we should give him the reception he deserves, don't you?"

A mischievous smile spread across Naruto's face. "What did you have in mind, Gojo-sensei?"

---

"Well done, Naruto," Mizuki called as he landed in the clearing. "I'm impressed you managed to learn a technique from the scroll so quickly."

Naruto sat alone in the center of the clearing, the large scroll propped beside him. He looked up at Mizuki with a broad, innocent smile. "Thanks, Mizuki-sensei! This was a great test idea. I can't wait to show Iruka-sensei what I learned!"

"About that," Mizuki said, his friendly demeanor not quite reaching his eyes. "There's been a change of plans. I'll need to take the scroll now—for safekeeping, of course."

"But I thought I was supposed to show Iruka-sensei the technique I learned," Naruto replied, his expression puzzled. "That was the test, right?"

Mizuki's smile tightened. "Plans change, Naruto. Now hand over the scroll."

"You know," Naruto said, rising to his feet but making no move to give up the scroll, "Gojo-sensei told me something interesting about this scroll. He said it contains forbidden jutsu that someone might want to steal."

Mizuki's face hardened. "Gojo? What does that outsider have to do with this?"

"He said someone might try to trick me into stealing it for them," Naruto continued, his innocent expression unchanged. "Someone who might pretend to be my friend but actually hates me because of what's sealed inside me."

For a moment, Mizuki's composed facade cracked, surprise flashing across his features before his expression twisted into something uglier, more hateful.

"So you know about the Nine-Tails," he snarled. "That monster destroyed our village twelve years ago, killed countless shinobi, including Iruka's parents. And now it lives inside you."

"Yeah, I know all about that," Naruto replied calmly. "The question is—what are you planning to do with this scroll?"

Mizuki's hand moved to the large shuriken strapped to his back. "I don't need to explain myself to the Nine-Tailed demon brat. Hand over the scroll, or I'll take it from your corpse!"

"I'd reconsider that course of action if I were you," came Gojo's voice from directly behind Mizuki.

The chunin instructor spun around, but it was too late. Gojo stood less than a foot away, his blindfolded face tilted down toward Mizuki.

"You—how did you—?" Mizuki stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

"You're not the only one who can move silently through trees," Gojo replied casually. "Though I must say, for an Academy instructor, your stealth skills are somewhat lacking."

"This doesn't concern you, outsider," Mizuki spat, drawing his oversized shuriken. "This is village business."

"Attempting to steal a forbidden scroll and murder a student? Interesting definition of 'village business,'" Gojo observed. "Oh, and Naruto—now would be a good time for that new technique of yours."

Mizuki whirled back toward Naruto just in time to see the boy form a cross-shaped hand sign.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

The clearing suddenly filled with dozens of identical Narutos, each wearing the same determined expression. Mizuki's eyes widened in shock as he found himself surrounded.

"How—? That's a jōnin-level technique!" he gasped.

"And yet, a student you deemed unworthy of graduation mastered it in a few hours," Gojo remarked. "Perhaps your assessment skills need work as well."

"You think this changes anything?" Mizuki snarled, raising his shuriken. "Demon brat or not, I'll cut through these clones and take what I came for!"

He hurled the massive shuriken toward the original Naruto, but before it could reach its target, it suddenly stopped midair, hovering as if caught in an invisible barrier.

"I don't think so," Gojo said quietly. With a casual flick of his wrist, the shuriken reversed direction, embedding itself in the ground at Mizuki's feet.

"What kind of jutsu—?" Mizuki began, but his question was cut short as Naruto's clones surged forward.

"Let me show you what this demon brat can do!" the Narutos shouted in unison.

What followed was less a battle than a one-sided beating. Dozens of Naruto clones pummeled Mizuki from every direction, their solid forms delivering very real impacts. Gojo observed with amused interest, making no move to intervene as Mizuki's betrayal received its just punishment.

When the clones finally dispersed, Mizuki lay unconscious in the dirt, bruised and battered but still breathing.

"Well done," Gojo said approvingly as Naruto dispelled his remaining clones. "Though I notice you pulled your punches."

Naruto shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. "I didn't want to kill him. Even if he is a jerk who tried to use me."

Gojo nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing what was visible of his face. "Compassion, even for enemies. Interesting."

The sound of rapid footsteps announced another arrival. Iruka burst into the clearing, breathing hard, only to stop short at the scene before him: Naruto standing triumphantly beside the massive scroll, Mizuki unconscious on the ground, and the mysterious white-haired foreigner observing it all with apparent satisfaction.

"Naruto! Are you alright?" Iruka asked, hurrying to his student's side. "When I heard the scroll had been stolen—"

"I'm fine, Iruka-sensei," Naruto assured him. "Mizuki tried to trick me into stealing the scroll for him, but Gojo-sensei figured it out and helped me catch him."

Iruka looked between Naruto and Gojo, clearly struggling to process the situation. "You... caught Mizuki? And mastered a technique from the scroll?"

"Shadow Clone Jutsu," Naruto confirmed proudly. "Not just regular clones—solid shadow clones! Want to see?"

Without waiting for an answer, Naruto performed the technique again, creating five perfect copies that grinned and waved at a stunned Iruka.

"That's... that's a jōnin-level technique," Iruka said, echoing Mizuki's earlier disbelief. "And you learned it in one night?"

"He's a fast learner when the technique aligns with his natural abilities," Gojo commented. "As I've been trying to explain."

ANBU operatives arrived moments later, securing Mizuki and the scroll. As they took statements from everyone involved, Gojo pulled Naruto aside.

"This technique changes everything about your training potential," he said quietly. "With shadow clones, you could accomplish in days what might take others months."

Naruto's eyes lit up. "So I can use this for training? Awesome!"

"We'll need to be careful about how many clones you use at once," Gojo cautioned. "Start small and increase gradually as you become accustomed to the memory transfer."

He glanced toward the ANBU operatives, who were now escorting a bound Mizuki away. "I need to speak with the Hokage about this development. Meet me at our usual training ground tomorrow, same time."

Naruto nodded eagerly, still riding the high of his successful jutsu and Mizuki's capture. As Gojo turned to leave, Naruto called after him.

"Gojo-sensei! Thanks for believing me about Mizuki. And for not being mad about the scroll."

Gojo paused, looking back over his shoulder. "I find it's generally more productive to focus on opportunities than mistakes, Naruto. And this particular mistake has opened up some very interesting possibilities."

---

The Third Hokage's office was quiet save for the occasional puff from his pipe as he considered Gojo's proposal. The scroll in question—a detailed analysis of the Shadow Clone Jutsu and its potential applications for Naruto's training—lay open on his desk.

"It's an unconventional approach," the Hokage finally said, tapping ash from his pipe. "Using shadow clones as a training multiplier has been theorized before, but rarely implemented due to the chakra requirements and mental strain."

"Naruto is an unconventional student," Gojo replied, lounging in the chair opposite the desk. "His chakra reserves make the technique viable, and his connection to the Nine-Tails likely provides additional protection against mental fatigue."

"And you believe the memory transfer aspect could accelerate his development significantly?"

"By orders of magnitude," Gojo confirmed. "Consider: ten clones practicing chakra control for one hour provides the equivalent of ten hours of experience. With Naruto's capacity, he could potentially create dozens of clones for extended periods."

The Hokage stroked his beard thoughtfully. "The benefits for chakra control and technique mastery are clear. But what about physical training? Shadow clones dispel upon taking significant damage."

"Physical conditioning would still need to be done conventionally," Gojo acknowledged. "But even there, the clones offer advantages. They can spar with each other or with Naruto himself, providing combat experience without the need for multiple training partners."

He leaned forward, his blindfolded gaze somehow conveying intensity despite being covered. "But the most interesting application lies elsewhere. The connection between Naruto and the Nine-Tails."

The Hokage's expression grew more serious. "Explain."

"Shadow clones are perfect copies of the original, including their chakra pathways," Gojo said. "That suggests they would also contain a portion of the Nine-Tails' chakra—a diluted connection to the entity itself."

He traced a pattern on the desk with his finger, illustrating his point. "If Naruto were to create a clone and have it attempt to access the Nine-Tails' chakra, any negative consequences would be limited to the clone. When it dispelled, Naruto would gain the experience without having risked direct contact himself."

"You're suggesting using shadow clones as a buffer for initial contact with the Nine-Tails," the Hokage summarized, his eyes narrowing slightly. "A safeguard against the fox's influence."

"Precisely," Gojo confirmed. "It creates a controlled environment for Naruto to begin understanding and potentially communicating with the entity sealed within him."

The Hokage was silent for a long moment, smoke curling from his pipe as he considered the implications. "The Nine-Tails is not to be underestimated, Gojo-san. Even a diluted connection might be dangerous."

"Of course," Gojo agreed readily. "We would proceed with extreme caution, establish proper barriers, and I would personally monitor every attempt. But consider the long-term benefits if Naruto could establish some form of communication—even cooperation—with the Nine-Tails."

"A jinchūriki who works in harmony with their tailed beast is undoubtedly more effective than one who constantly fights against it," the Hokage conceded. "But few have ever managed such a relationship."

"Few have had the opportunity to approach it methodically, with proper guidance," Gojo pointed out. "Most jinchūriki are either feared and isolated or treated as weapons to be controlled. Naruto has the chance for something different."

The Hokage studied Gojo's face, as if trying to discern his true motives behind the blindfold. "You've developed quite an interest in Naruto's development in a short time, Gojo-san."

Gojo's lips curved in a slight smile. "I recognize potential when I see it. And I find myself... invested in ensuring that potential is realized in the most beneficial way possible."

After another long moment of consideration, the Hokage nodded slowly. "Very well. You may proceed with the shadow clone training as outlined. However," he added, his tone growing stern, "any attempts to facilitate communication with the Nine-Tails must be approved by me beforehand and conducted under controlled conditions."

"Agreed," Gojo said, rising from his chair. "Thank you, Lord Hokage."

As Gojo turned to leave, the Hokage called after him. "One more thing, Gojo-san. Our researchers report they're making progress on understanding the dimensional rift that brought you here. It may be possible to send you back sooner than anticipated."

Gojo paused at the door. "That's... good news," he said, though his tone held a note of something unidentifiable. "But there's still much to accomplish here before I return."

After Gojo had departed, the Third Hokage remained at his desk, staring thoughtfully at the training proposal. There was no denying the potential benefits of Gojo's methods, yet something about the sorcerer's intense interest in Naruto's development with the Nine-Tails gave him pause.

Was Gojo merely a dedicated teacher, or did he have other motives for wanting to establish communication between Naruto and the Nine-Tails? The Hokage had learned through long experience that even seemingly benevolent intentions could hide more complex agendas.

Still, Naruto was flourishing under Gojo's guidance in ways no one else had managed to facilitate. Perhaps that alone was reason enough to continue the arrangement, with proper oversight.

The Hokage closed the scroll, setting it aside for further consideration. Only time would reveal whether his decision would prove wise or regrettable.

---

The next morning found Naruto at the training ground before dawn, unable to contain his excitement about the new training regimen Gojo had promised. When his mentor finally arrived, Naruto practically bounced in place with anticipation.

"So? What's the plan? Are we going to use shadow clones for super-intense training? Am I going to learn some awesome new jutsu?"

Gojo held up a hand to stem the flood of questions. "First, a demonstration. Create five shadow clones."

Naruto complied immediately, five perfect copies appearing in puffs of smoke.

"Now," Gojo continued, "I want each clone to go to a different corner of the training ground. Each will perform a different task: one will practice the leaf floating exercise, one will work on transformation, one will attempt water walking on that small pond, one will practice tree climbing, and one will meditate."

"What about me? The real me?" Naruto asked.

"You'll stay here with me and work on a new chakra control exercise," Gojo explained. "We'll give them all thirty minutes, then dispel them one by one."

Naruto nodded, dispatching his clones to their assigned tasks. For the next half hour, he worked with Gojo on a more advanced version of the leaf exercise—this time attempting to float multiple leaves simultaneously at different heights.

When the time was up, Gojo instructed Naruto to dispel the clones one at a time, starting with the one that had been practicing leaf floating.

As the first clone disappeared in a puff of smoke, Naruto gasped, his eyes widening. "Whoa! I can remember everything it was doing—every leaf it dropped, every time it got frustrated!"

"Exactly," Gojo said with satisfaction. "Now dispel the next one."

One by one, Naruto absorbed the experiences of each clone: the transformation practice, the failed attempts at water walking (complete with the memory of cold water), the progress with tree climbing, and the calm clarity of meditation.

When the last clone had been dispelled, Naruto sat down hard on the ground, looking slightly dazed. "That's... that's incredible! It's like I did five different training exercises all at once!"

"And that's with just five clones," Gojo pointed out. "As you become accustomed to the memory transfer, we can gradually increase the number. Eventually, you might manage twenty, thirty, perhaps even a hundred clones training simultaneously."

Naruto's eyes were as wide as saucers. "A hundred? That would be like... a hundred days of training in one day!"

"Precisely," Gojo confirmed. "Though we'll need to be careful about how we structure it. Too many diverse experiences at once could be overwhelming."

He sat down across from Naruto, his expression growing more serious. "There's another application we'll explore eventually, though not today. The shadow clones may offer a way for you to safely begin understanding the Nine-Tails' chakra."

Naruto's excitement dimmed slightly, replaced by uncertainty. "You mean... talking to the fox? Is that even possible?"

"It should be," Gojo said. "The seal was designed to eventually allow communication. Shadow clones provide a safer way to approach that threshold."

He reached out, placing a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "But that's for later, when you're ready. For now, we focus on mastering the shadow clone training method itself."

Naruto nodded, his determination returning. "So what's next?"

"Next, we double the number of clones," Gojo said with a smile. "And we see just how far we can push this advantage."

As Naruto formed the hand sign for the Shadow Clone Jutsu again, his face set in concentration, Gojo reflected on the potential this technique unlocked. With the ability to multiply his training exponentially, Naruto could progress at a rate unprecedented in the history of shinobi education.

And when the time came to approach the Nine-Tails—well, that would be interesting indeed. Gojo had theories about the nature of tailed beasts and their similarity to certain aspects of cursed energy from his own world. If those theories proved correct, the possibilities were... limitless.

For now, though, he would focus on helping Naruto master this new training method. The rest would come in due time.

"Ten clones," Gojo instructed. "Different exercises for each. Let's see what you can do."

With a grin and a burst of chakra, Naruto filled the clearing with copies of himself, each eager to begin their assigned task. The path to becoming Hokage, it seemed, had just become significantly shorter.

# CHAPTER 5: ACADEMY GRADUATION APPROACHES

The Academy courtyard buzzed with nervous energy as students gathered in small groups, discussing the upcoming graduation exams. Conversations focused on which jutsu would be tested, speculation about who would pass easily, and whispered concerns about potential failure. At the center of this anxious atmosphere stood Iruka-sensei, clipboard in hand, observing his students with a mixture of pride and concern.

Naruto sat alone on a swing at the edge of the courtyard, legs dangling as he watched his classmates. Unlike previous years, however, his isolation wasn't accompanied by his usual mask of false bravado. Instead, a quiet confidence had settled over him—the result of weeks of intensive training with Gojo.

"Hey, Naruto!" Iruka called, waving him over. "A moment, please."

Naruto hopped off the swing and jogged toward his instructor, noticing how several students paused their conversations to watch. His improved performance in recent classes hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Yes, Iruka-sensei?" Naruto asked as he approached.

Iruka studied his most unpredictable student with open curiosity. "Your transformation jutsu has improved remarkably, and your written test scores have shown modest progress as well."

"Thanks," Naruto replied with a genuine smile. "I've been working hard."

"That's evident," Iruka acknowledged. "However, I'm concerned about your clone jutsu. While your shadow clone technique is impressive, the graduation exam specifically requires the basic clone jutsu. It's a fundamental skill that demonstrates precise chakra control."

Naruto's confidence wavered slightly. Despite weeks of training with Gojo, the standard clone jutsu remained frustratingly difficult. Shadow clones came naturally to him—they utilized his abundant chakra effectively—but the basic illusion-based clones still dissolved into misshapen lumps whenever he attempted them.

"I know," Naruto admitted. "I'm still working on it."

Iruka placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "The exam is in three days. Focus your practice on the clone jutsu specifically. I'd hate to see your progress derailed by this one technique."

As Naruto nodded and turned to leave, he caught sight of Sasuke Uchiha watching him from across the courtyard. The dark-haired prodigy quickly averted his gaze, but not before Naruto registered the uncharacteristic curiosity in his eyes.

---

"The basic clone jutsu continues to be problematic," Gojo observed as Naruto's latest attempt dissolved into a pale, sickly-looking copy sprawled on the ground.

They stood in their usual training ground, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the trees. For the past week, they had focused exclusively on the basic clone technique in preparation for the graduation exam.

"I don't understand," Naruto complained, kicking at the ground in frustration. "I can make dozens of shadow clones without breaking a sweat, but I can't make one stupid regular clone!"

"The techniques operate on fundamentally different principles," Gojo explained, crouching to examine the failed clone before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. "Shadow clones divide your chakra evenly among solid copies. Basic clones require you to create a thin shell of chakra—an illusion with minimal substance."

He stood, brushing dirt from his hands. "It's like asking someone who's used to lifting heavy weights to suddenly perform microsurgery. The strength that makes one possible makes the other challenging."

"So what do I do?" Naruto asked, his frustration evident. "The graduation exam is in three days, and Iruka-sensei said they'll specifically test the basic clone jutsu."

Gojo was silent for a moment, his blindfolded gaze directed toward the forest. "We need to approach this differently. Instead of trying to minimize your chakra output—which goes against your natural tendencies—we need to find a way to make your abundant chakra work for this technique."

"How do we do that?"

"By modifying the technique itself," Gojo suggested. "The clone jutsu creates an illusion by forming a thin shell of chakra in the shape of the user. What if, instead of trying to create a perfect illusion, you created a semi-substantial clone—something between a basic clone and a shadow clone?"

Naruto's brow furrowed in concentration. "Is that even possible?"

"Techniques aren't immutable," Gojo said. "They're frameworks, guidelines for manipulating energy. With the right understanding, they can be adapted."

He gestured for Naruto to attempt the jutsu again. "This time, instead of trying to reduce your chakra output to match the standard technique, try channeling your chakra through the basic clone hand signs while visualizing something more substantial than an illusion but less solid than a shadow clone."

Naruto formed the hand signs, his face a picture of intense concentration. "Clone Jutsu!"

A puff of smoke appeared beside him, clearing to reveal a clone that, while not perfect, was considerably better than his previous attempts. It stood upright, had proper coloration, and maintained its form for several seconds before dissolving.

"That's progress," Gojo noted with approval. "Your chakra still overwhelmed the technique, but less dramatically than before. Let's refine the approach."

For the next hour, they experimented with modifications to the basic clone technique, adjusting the visualization, the chakra pathway, and even the timing of the hand signs. Each attempt yielded incremental improvements, though none produced a clone that would pass Iruka's scrutiny.

"This isn't working fast enough," Naruto said eventually, wiping sweat from his brow. "Maybe I should just try to convince them to let me use shadow clones instead."

"That would be the easier path," Gojo acknowledged. "But there's value in mastering this challenge. It's not just about passing an exam—it's about understanding the fundamental nature of chakra control."

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if sensing something. "We have an observer."

Naruto turned toward the edge of the training ground, where a flash of dark blue fabric had disappeared behind a tree. "Sasuke? Has he been watching us?"

"For approximately twenty minutes," Gojo confirmed. "His chakra signature is distinctive—powerful but tightly controlled, with an undercurrent of... something darker."

Naruto scowled. "What's his problem? Come to laugh at my failures?"

"I suspect it's more complicated than that," Gojo replied. "His interest seems genuine. Curiosity rather than mockery."

"Sasuke, curious about me?" Naruto laughed incredulously. "No way. He thinks I'm a loser."

"Yet he's spent twenty minutes observing your training instead of conducting his own," Gojo pointed out. "People rarely dedicate time to things they consider worthless."

Naruto opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again, considering this perspective. Before he could respond, Gojo continued.

"Let's try something different. Create five shadow clones."

Naruto complied, and five perfect copies appeared around him.

"Now," Gojo instructed, "I want each clone to attempt the basic clone jutsu simultaneously. Focus on creating a single, shared vision of what the clone should look like."

The shadow clones formed the hand signs in unison. "Clone Jutsu!"

Five puffs of smoke appeared, clearing to reveal five attempts at basic clones—each slightly different, but all still imperfect.

"Interesting," Gojo murmured. "The shadow clones each inherit your difficulty with the technique. However..."

He circled the various attempts, examining each carefully. "Each has failed in a slightly different way. This one has better coloration but poor posture. This one has good form but is semi-transparent. This one..."

He stopped at the fifth attempt, which, while still flawed, was notably better than the others. "This one is closest to success. What was different about the fifth clone's approach?"

The shadow clone in question scratched his head. "I don't know. I just tried to imagine the chakra as really thin and light, like fog instead of water."

"Fog instead of water," Gojo repeated thoughtfully. "An apt metaphor. Dispel the clones and try again with that visualization."

As the shadow clones disappeared in puffs of smoke, Naruto absorbed their experiences, his eyes widening slightly as he processed the different perspectives on the same technique.

"That's it!" he exclaimed. "I've been thinking about my chakra all wrong for this jutsu!"

He formed the hand signs again, his expression serene rather than strained. "Clone Jutsu!"

The smoke cleared to reveal a clone that, while not perfect, was remarkably improved—standing upright with proper coloration and form, only a slight transparency revealing its illusory nature.

"Excellent progress," Gojo said with approval. "The fog visualization allows your chakra to disperse naturally into the thin shell required for the illusion. A few more refinements, and you should be able to produce a clone that will satisfy the examiners."

Naruto grinned, his confidence restored. "I'll keep practicing with this approach. I know I can get it right by the exam!"

As they prepared to continue training, Gojo suddenly tensed, his head turning toward the Academy building in the distance.

"What is it?" Naruto asked, noticing the change in his mentor's demeanor.

"A presence with... problematic intent," Gojo replied cryptically. "Continue practicing with the fog visualization. I need to attend to something."

With that, he vanished in a blur of movement, leaving Naruto staring after him in confusion.

---

Mizuki sorted through examination papers in the empty classroom, occasionally glancing at the clock on the wall. Most of the Academy staff had left for the day, giving him the privacy he needed to make certain... adjustments to the upcoming exams.

"Preparing for the graduation test?" a casual voice inquired from the doorway.

Mizuki started, nearly dropping the papers he held. Gojo Satoru leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest, his blindfolded face directed toward the chunin instructor.

"Gojo-san," Mizuki greeted him with forced politeness. "Yes, just finalizing some details. Is there something you need?"

"I'm curious about the examination structure," Gojo said, stepping into the classroom. "Particularly how the clone jutsu will be evaluated."

Mizuki's smile remained fixed, though his eyes narrowed slightly. "Standard procedure. Students must produce at least three functional clones to pass. Why do you ask?"

"Professional curiosity," Gojo replied, moving closer to examine the papers on the desk. "I've been working with Naruto on his clone technique. He's making progress, though the standard version remains challenging for him."

"Naruto Uzumaki has failed the graduation exam twice already," Mizuki noted, subtly shifting to block Gojo's view of the papers. "His chakra control is fundamentally flawed. Some students simply aren't cut out to be shinobi."

"An interesting assessment," Gojo remarked, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of something sharper. "Especially from someone who recently attempted to manipulate the same student into stealing a forbidden scroll."

Mizuki's polite facade cracked, his expression hardening. "That incident was resolved. The Hokage accepted my explanation that I was testing the boy's moral character."

"A convenient explanation," Gojo observed. "Though not a particularly believable one."

He moved to the window, seemingly casual, though his position effectively blocked the classroom's main exit. "I'm curious—what were you planning to do if Naruto fails the exam again? Offer him another 'special test'?"

Mizuki's hand drifted toward the kunai holster at his thigh. "I don't appreciate what you're implying, Gojo-san. As an Academy instructor, my only concern is maintaining proper standards for Konoha shinobi."

"Your concern is touching," Gojo replied, his smile never wavering. "Though your chakra tells a different story. It's quite agitated at the moment—particularly when I mention Naruto."

He turned fully toward Mizuki, his blindfolded gaze somehow more intimidating than visible eyes would have been. "Let me be clear. I'm aware you've been deliberately sabotaging Naruto's evaluations. I'm aware you have connections to individuals outside the village who would benefit from his continued failure and isolation. And I'm particularly aware that you've prepared a backup plan in case he somehow passes despite your efforts."

Mizuki's face paled slightly. "These accusations are baseless. You have no authority in this village."

"Authority? No," Gojo agreed pleasantly. "But influence? That's another matter entirely."

He approached Mizuki's desk with slow, deliberate steps. "Here's what's going to happen. The graduation exam will proceed fairly. Naruto's performance will be evaluated by Iruka-sensei alone—not you. And whatever plans you've made regarding Naruto or the Nine-Tails will be permanently abandoned."

"Or what?" Mizuki challenged, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Or I'll demonstrate why I'm considered the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in my world," Gojo replied, his tone conversational but his intent unmistakable. "I understand the ANBU Black Ops have a particularly unpleasant detention facility for shinobi suspected of treason. I imagine they'd be quite interested in your outside contacts."

For a tense moment, neither moved. Then Mizuki's shoulders slumped slightly, his hand moving away from his kunai holster.

"Fine," he muttered. "I won't interfere with the brat's exam. But he'll fail on his own—his clone jutsu is pathetic."

"We'll see," Gojo said, moving toward the door. "Oh, and Mizuki? This conversation never happened. But if anything suspicious occurs during or after the exams—anything at all—I'll assume you've disregarded our agreement. And I'll respond accordingly."

With that, Gojo left the classroom, his casual stride belying the deadly serious nature of the exchange.

---

The following day, Naruto worked tirelessly on perfecting his modified approach to the clone jutsu. Using shadow clones to multiply his practice time, he refined the fog visualization technique Gojo had helped him develop.

By mid-afternoon, he was consistently producing basic clones that, while not perfect, were substantially improved—proper coloration, solid form, and stable enough to last for several minutes.

"Much better," Gojo observed as Naruto successfully created three functional clones. "They're still slightly pale, but they maintain their form and move independently. That should be sufficient for the exam."

Naruto dispelled the clones, grinning with satisfaction. "I never thought I'd actually get this technique to work! The fog visualization makes so much more sense for my chakra type."

"It's a matter of working with your natural tendencies rather than against them," Gojo explained. "Most Academy techniques are designed for students with average chakra reserves and standard circulation patterns. Your situation is unique."

He paused, then added, "By the way, our observer has returned."

Naruto glanced toward the edge of the training ground, this time catching a clear glimpse of Sasuke before the Uchiha ducked behind a tree. "Seriously? What is his deal?"

"Perhaps you should ask him," Gojo suggested.

"Yeah, right," Naruto scoffed. "Like he'd actually talk to me."

"You might be surprised," Gojo said. "People change when their understanding changes. Your recent improvements have disrupted his perception of you—and possibly his perception of himself as well."

Naruto considered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Maybe after the exam. Right now, I need to focus on perfecting this jutsu."

"A wise priority," Gojo agreed. "Though I suspect your paths will intersect more significantly in the future."

As they resumed training, Naruto noticed Sasuke lingering at the edge of the clearing, no longer attempting to hide his presence. Their eyes met briefly across the distance—Naruto's questioning, Sasuke's calculating—before the Uchiha turned and walked away, hands in his pockets.

Something had shifted in their dynamic, though Naruto couldn't quite define what. It wasn't friendship or even respect—not yet—but perhaps a first step toward recognition. For someone who had spent years being actively ignored by the class prodigy, even this guarded acknowledgment felt significant.

---

The evening before the graduation exam, Naruto and Gojo sat atop the Hokage Monument, overlooking the village as it glowed with lanterns and lights in the gathering dusk.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Gojo asked, lounging casually against the stone representation of the Fourth Hokage's hair.

"A little," Naruto admitted, legs dangling over the edge of the monument. "But not like before. Even if I somehow fail, I know I've gotten better. That I can get better."

Gojo nodded, his white hair catching the last rays of sunlight. "That confidence is as important as the technique itself. Belief in your own capacity for growth is a powerful force."

"It's weird," Naruto said thoughtfully. "A month ago, I would have been freaking out, planning some elaborate prank to distract from how scared I was of failing again. Now I just feel... ready. Either I'll pass or I won't, but I'll keep getting stronger either way."

"That's wisdom beyond your years," Gojo observed. "Many adults never grasp that concept."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching as stars began to appear in the darkening sky above Konoha.

"Gojo-sensei," Naruto said eventually, "what happened with Mizuki yesterday? Where did you go?"

Gojo's expression remained neutral. "Let's just say I ensured the examination process will be fair."

"You confronted him, didn't you?" Naruto guessed. "About trying to sabotage me?"

"We had a productive conversation about academic integrity," Gojo replied with a slight smile. "I believe we reached an understanding."

Naruto grinned. "You threatened him."

"I merely outlined potential consequences of certain actions," Gojo corrected. "Very calmly and professionally."

"Right," Naruto laughed. "Very professional."

His laughter faded into a more serious expression. "Thanks, though. For looking out for me."

Gojo ruffled Naruto's hair. "That's what teachers do. The good ones, anyway."

As they prepared to descend from the monument, Gojo added, "Whatever happens tomorrow, remember this: techniques can be learned, jutsus can be mastered, but the determination to keep moving forward despite obstacles—that's something far rarer and more valuable."

Naruto nodded, his blue eyes reflecting the first stars of evening. "I won't give up. No matter what."

"I know," Gojo said simply. "That's why you'll succeed—tomorrow and beyond."

With renewed confidence and a clear mind, Naruto headed home to rest before the most important examination of his life so far. For the first time, he faced the prospect not with dread or false bravado, but with genuine readiness and calm determination.

The graduation exam awaited, and Naruto Uzumaki was finally prepared to meet it on his own terms.

# CHAPTER 6: TEAM FORMATIONS AND REVELATIONS

The Academy classroom buzzed with excitement as newly graduated genin awaited team assignments. Naruto sat at his desk, proudly adjusting his forehead protector. The metal plate caught the sunlight streaming through the windows, reflecting his wide smile. The graduation exam had proceeded exactly as he and Gojo had prepared for—Iruka-sensei had requested three basic clones, and Naruto had delivered with his newly refined technique.

While his clones weren't perfect—slightly paler than ideal and with minor inconsistencies in their movements—they had been functional enough to pass the requirements. Iruka's proud smile had been worth all the exhaustive training.

"Attention, everyone," Iruka called, standing at the front of the classroom with a clipboard. "First, congratulations again on passing your graduation exams. Today marks your first official day as genin of Konohagakure."

The classroom erupted in cheers before Iruka raised a hand for silence.

"As you know, you will now be divided into three-person teams under the guidance of a jōnin instructor. These teams have been carefully balanced based on your individual strengths and weaknesses."

Naruto leaned forward in anticipation. The team assignments would determine his daily companions for the foreseeable future. He glanced around the room, wondering who he might be paired with.

Iruka began reading from his clipboard, announcing team after team. Naruto's attention drifted until he heard his name.

"Team 7: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno..."

Naruto pumped his fist in excitement. Sakura was one of the smartest students in the class, and while she had never shown much interest in him, Naruto had always admired her intelligence.

"...and Sasuke Uchiha."

Naruto's celebration halted abruptly. Sasuke? The class prodigy and his self-proclaimed rival? He turned to look at the dark-haired boy, who sat with his typical impassive expression, though Naruto thought he detected a slight frown at the announcement.

Sakura, meanwhile, was openly celebrating being placed on the same team as Sasuke, along with several other girls who were expressing their envy.

"Your jōnin instructor will be Kakashi Hatake," Iruka continued before moving on to the next team.

As Iruka finished the assignments, Naruto's mind raced. He and Sasuke on the same team? It seemed like a recipe for disaster. Yet something about Sasuke's recent behavior—his quiet observation of Naruto's training with Gojo—suggested there might be more to their relationship than simple rivalry.

"Your jōnin instructors will arrive shortly to meet you," Iruka concluded. "I wish you all the best as you begin your careers as shinobi. It has been my honor to teach you."

With that, Iruka left the classroom, and students began gathering in their newly formed teams. Naruto approached Sakura and Sasuke, who had already congregated at one desk.

"So, I guess we're teammates now," Naruto said, attempting a friendly tone.

"Just don't get in my way," Sasuke replied coolly.

"Don't talk to Sasuke-kun like that, Naruto!" Sakura admonished, though her reprimand lacked its usual fire.

Naruto was about to respond when he noticed a familiar figure in the doorway. Gojo leaned against the frame, his distinctive white hair and blindfold immediately drawing attention from the students.

"Gojo-sensei!" Naruto called, waving enthusiastically.

Gojo raised a hand in casual greeting as he strolled into the classroom. "Congratulations on graduating, Naruto. I see you've met your new team."

"You know this person, Naruto?" Sakura asked, studying Gojo with curiosity.

"This is Gojo Satoru," Naruto explained proudly. "He's been training me for the past few weeks. He's incredibly strong—the strongest from where he comes from!"

Sasuke's attention visibly sharpened at this information. His dark eyes assessed Gojo with new interest.

"You must be Sasuke Uchiha," Gojo said, turning toward the young prodigy. "And you're Sakura Haruno. Naruto's mentioned you both."

"Only good things, I hope," Sakura replied politely, though she seemed unsure how to react to the unusual visitor.

"Interesting things," Gojo corrected with a smile. "You're the top kunoichi of your class with exceptional chakra control, and Sasuke here is the last of the Uchiha clan with a natural affinity for fire techniques and an activated Sharingan."

Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "How do you know about my Sharingan?"

"Your chakra signature has distinctive patterns associated with dōjutsu," Gojo explained casually. "Even dormant, it leaves traces that can be sensed by those who know what to look for."

Before the conversation could continue, another figure appeared in the doorway—a tall man with silver hair that defied gravity, his face mostly covered by a mask and his forehead protector slanted to cover his left eye.

"Team 7?" the man asked, his visible eye surveying the group lazily.

"Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto guessed.

"That's right," Kakashi confirmed. His gaze shifted to Gojo, and something in his posture changed subtly—a tensing that was almost imperceptible. "And you must be the visitor I've heard about. Gojo Satoru, correct?"

"The one and only," Gojo replied with a casual wave. "Just stopping by to congratulate my student on his graduation."

"I see," Kakashi said, his tone neutral but his eye watchful. "Well, Team 7, our first meeting will be on the roof in five minutes. Don't be late."

With that, Kakashi disappeared in a swirl of leaves, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

"He seems... interesting," Gojo commented. "Very efficient with his chakra. And that covered eye..." He trailed off meaningfully.

"What about his eye?" Sakura asked.

"Not my place to say," Gojo replied with a shrug. "You should head up to the roof. First impressions are important, even with a teacher who made you wait."

Sasuke and Sakura nodded, heading for the door. Naruto lingered for a moment.

"Will you be at the training ground later?" he asked Gojo.

"I'll be around," Gojo assured him. "We still have things to work on. Go meet your team properly."

With a grin and a nod, Naruto dashed after his new teammates, leaving Gojo alone in the classroom. The sorcerer's smile faded slightly as he looked out the window toward the Hokage Tower in the distance.

---

The initial meeting with Kakashi had been predictably brief—introductions, a vague description of what to expect, and instructions to meet at Training Ground 3 the following morning for their real test. As Naruto left the Academy, he found Gojo waiting for him at the gates.

"How did it go?" Gojo asked as they fell into step together.

"Kakashi-sensei seems... weird," Naruto admitted. "He was super late, barely told us anything, and then said that tomorrow's test has a 66% failure rate. He told us not to eat breakfast or we'll throw up!"

"Psychological warfare," Gojo observed with amusement. "Creating anxiety before the test even begins. Clever."

"So should I eat breakfast or not?" Naruto asked, confused.

"Always eat before a battle," Gojo advised. "Hunger impairs performance. If you vomit, you vomit—but better to fight on a full stomach than an empty one."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, Naruto processing the events of the day. Eventually, they arrived at a secluded spot by the river—another of their regular training locations.

"There's something I need to discuss with you, Naruto," Gojo said as they sat on a large rock overlooking the water. His tone was more serious than usual.

Naruto immediately sensed the shift. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Gojo removed his blindfold, revealing his striking blue eyes—something he only did when discussing matters of great importance. "The researchers studying the dimensional rift that brought me here have made significant progress. They believe they'll be able to create a stable pathway back to my world within a few weeks."

The words hit Naruto like a physical blow. He had known, intellectually, that Gojo's presence in Konoha was temporary—that eventually, his mentor would return to his own world. But somehow, he had pushed that knowledge aside, focusing instead on their daily training and the steady improvements in his skills.

"A few weeks?" Naruto repeated, his voice smaller than he intended. "That's... that's not very long."

"No, it's not," Gojo agreed. "Which means we need to make the most of the time we have left."

Naruto stared at the river, watching the water flow past. Something tight and uncomfortable formed in his chest—a feeling he recognized all too well. It was the same sensation he'd experienced countless times before when someone he cared about walked away.

"I understand if you need to go back," Naruto said, struggling to keep his voice even. "You have your own life there, your own students probably."

Gojo studied Naruto's profile, noting the rigid set of his shoulders and the careful blankness of his expression—a mask the boy had clearly perfected over years of hiding his hurt.

"I do have responsibilities in my world," Gojo confirmed gently. "People who depend on me. Battles that need fighting."

"Yeah, of course," Naruto nodded quickly, still not meeting Gojo's eyes. "You're the strongest there, right? They probably really need you."

A moment of silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of the river and distant birdsong.

"Naruto," Gojo said finally, "look at me."

Reluctantly, Naruto turned to face his mentor. He had managed to keep his expression neutral, but his eyes betrayed the emotion he was trying to suppress.

"What I've taught you so far has barely scratched the surface," Gojo continued. "There's so much more—techniques, concepts, approaches to power that could transform your development as a shinobi. I can't teach you everything in a few weeks, but I can give you the foundations—the crucial understandings that will allow you to continue growing long after I'm gone."

"Like what?" Naruto asked, a hint of his usual curiosity breaking through the hurt.

"Like truly understanding the Nine-Tails and how to communicate with it," Gojo replied. "Like developing your own domain—a space where you set the rules. Like combining your shadow clones with sensory techniques to create a network that allows you to perceive everything around you simultaneously."

He placed a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "I may not be able to stay indefinitely, but I can give you the tools to forge your own path. A path that's uniquely yours, not just following in the footsteps of previous Hokage or other shinobi."

Naruto absorbed this, his expression gradually shifting from hurt to thoughtful determination. "I... I want to learn everything you can teach me. Even if it's just for a few weeks."

"That's the spirit," Gojo said with approval. "And remember—knowledge transcends dimensions. What I teach you will remain, even when I cannot."

Naruto nodded, then asked the question that had been forming in his mind. "Will you... will you ever be able to come back? To visit or something?"

Gojo's expression softened. "Dimensional travel isn't something to be taken lightly. The researchers believe this may be a one-time opportunity—the conditions that brought me here were highly unusual and potentially dangerous to replicate regularly."

Seeing Naruto's face fall, he added, "But I've learned never to say never. The boundaries between worlds are more permeable than most people realize. Who knows what the future might hold?"

This ambiguous reassurance seemed to provide Naruto with a glimmer of hope. His posture relaxed slightly, and a small smile returned to his face.

"So what do we focus on first?" he asked, his natural resilience asserting itself.

"First, we prepare you for tomorrow's test with your new team," Gojo replied. "Then we begin the real work—helping you establish initial communication with the Nine-Tails."

"You really think I can talk to it?" Naruto asked, his eyes widening.

"The seal was designed to allow it eventually," Gojo explained. "But most jinchūriki only access that communication in moments of extreme duress or by accident. We're going to approach it methodically, using shadow clones as a buffer and meditation techniques from my world to establish a controlled connection."

He stood, replacing his blindfold. "But that's for after you pass Kakashi's test. For now, let's discuss what to expect tomorrow and how to approach it strategically."

As they began planning for the bell test—though Naruto didn't yet know it by that name—the initial shock of Gojo's eventual departure receded into the background. There would be time to process those emotions later. For now, Naruto focused on absorbing every bit of knowledge his mentor could provide in their limited time together.

---

The following afternoon, after Team 7 had successfully passed Kakashi's bell test through a belated display of teamwork, Naruto found himself once again at the training ground with Gojo. This time, however, they weren't alone.

Kakashi Hatake leaned against a tree at the edge of the clearing, his posture deliberately casual as he observed Naruto's training session. He had appeared unannounced, his single visible eye watching with what appeared to be lazy interest but was, in reality, intense scrutiny.

"Your new team leader seems concerned about my influence," Gojo remarked quietly to Naruto as they worked on a chakra control exercise.

"Is that why he's just standing there watching us?" Naruto asked, maintaining his concentration on the three leaves hovering at different heights above his palm.

"Reasonable caution," Gojo replied. "He's responsible for your development now. He wants to understand what you've been learning."

After Naruto had completed the exercise successfully, Gojo called a break and approached Kakashi directly, Naruto trailing behind him.

"Kakashi Hatake," Gojo greeted him. "I was wondering when you'd make a proper appearance. Observing from the shadows gets tiresome after a while, doesn't it?"

"Maa, I was just curious about my new student's extracurricular training," Kakashi replied, his eye crinkling in what might have been a smile beneath his mask. "The Hokage speaks highly of your methods, though they're... unconventional."

"Conventional methods weren't working," Gojo pointed out. "Naruto's chakra situation requires a different approach."

Kakashi's eye flicked briefly to Naruto, then back to Gojo. "I'd like to speak with you privately, if you don't mind."

"Naruto," Gojo said, "practice the sensory extension exercise we discussed yesterday. Thirty minutes, then you can break for ramen."

With an excited grin at the mention of ramen, Naruto moved to the center of the clearing and sat in a meditative position, allowing the two adults to step away for their conversation.

"You've made remarkable progress with him in a short time," Kakashi observed once they were out of earshot. "His clone technique passed the graduation requirements, and his chakra control has improved significantly."

"He's a quick study when taught in a way that accommodates his unique circumstances," Gojo replied.

"And what exactly have you been teaching him?" Kakashi asked, his tone casual but his intent clearly serious. "Some of the techniques he demonstrated today aren't standard Academy curriculum."

"Basic sensory techniques. Chakra visualization and control. Shadow clone training methods," Gojo listed. "Nothing dangerous or forbidden, if that's your concern."

"And the Nine-Tails?" Kakashi pressed. "The Hokage mentioned you've been developing methods to help Naruto communicate with it."

Gojo's expression remained neutral behind his blindfold. "Only theoretical discussions so far. The practical application will begin soon, with appropriate safeguards in place."

"That's extremely advanced territory for a genin," Kakashi noted, a hint of concern evident in his voice. "Most jinchūriki don't attempt conscious communication with their tailed beasts until much later in their development, if ever."

"Most jinchūriki don't have the advantages Naruto has," Gojo countered. "His natural resilience, his Uzumaki heritage, his shadow clone capability—all these factors make earlier communication both possible and beneficial."

Kakashi was silent for a moment, studying the unusual visitor. "The Hokage tells me you'll be returning to your own world soon."

"Within a few weeks, yes," Gojo confirmed.

"And what happens to Naruto then?" Kakashi asked directly. "He's clearly become attached to you and your teaching methods. Your departure could destabilize the progress he's made."

Gojo turned slightly, looking toward where Naruto sat in meditation. "That's why I'm teaching him foundations rather than specific techniques—principles he can apply and develop long after I'm gone. And that's why I'm glad he has you as his jōnin instructor."

"Oh?" Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

"You have a connection to his heritage that I don't," Gojo explained. "You knew his father, trained under him. You have a similar chakra affinity and complementary fighting style. You even share a penchant for lateness, though yours seems more deliberate than his."

Kakashi stiffened almost imperceptibly at the mention of Naruto's father. "You seem well-informed for a visitor from another dimension."

Gojo smiled. "The Hokage has been generous with information he deemed relevant to Naruto's training. And I'm observant."

"Clearly," Kakashi murmured. After a moment's consideration, he continued, "What exactly do you hope to accomplish before you leave?"

"Three things," Gojo replied without hesitation. "First, establish a foundation for controlled communication with the Nine-Tails. Second, develop Naruto's sensory capabilities beyond the standard shinobi level. Third, help him begin creating his own unique fighting style that leverages his natural advantages rather than forcing him into conventional molds."

"Ambitious for a few weeks' work," Kakashi observed.

"I work efficiently," Gojo said with a slight smile. "And Naruto's shadow clone training method accelerates the process considerably."

Kakashi nodded slowly. "I won't interfere with your remaining time teaching him, provided the Hokage continues to approve your methods. But I would appreciate being kept informed of his progress, particularly regarding the Nine-Tails."

"That's reasonable," Gojo agreed. "In fact, your perspective would be valuable. You've encountered other jinchūriki before, I believe?"

"I have," Kakashi confirmed without elaboration.

"Then perhaps we could collaborate on certain aspects of Naruto's training," Gojo suggested. "Your expertise in this world's chakra systems combined with my understanding of energy manipulation could produce interesting results."

Kakashi considered this for a moment. "I'll observe a few sessions before deciding. My primary responsibility is to ensure the safety and development of all three of my genin, not just Naruto."

"Of course," Gojo acknowledged. "Team dynamics are important. Speaking of which, the Uchiha boy seems particularly interested in Naruto's progress. There's potential there for either powerful rivalry or meaningful collaboration."

"I've noticed," Kakashi said dryly. "Sasuke isn't accustomed to seeing others advance rapidly. It... challenges his worldview."

"A necessary challenge, perhaps," Gojo observed. "Isolation in perceived superiority rarely leads to healthy development."

Their conversation was interrupted by a shout from Naruto, who had apparently completed his exercise and was now waving enthusiastically.

"Gojo-sensei! Kakashi-sensei! I did it! I could sense the squirrel in the tree fifty meters away!"

"Well done," Gojo called back. "Why don't you show Kakashi-sensei your progress while I prepare the next exercise?"

As Naruto eagerly began explaining his sensory technique to a surprisingly attentive Kakashi, Gojo reflected on their conversation. The jōnin's concerns were valid—his departure would indeed create a void in Naruto's training. But perhaps that void could be filled by new connections: with his team, with Kakashi, and eventually, with the entity sealed within him.

The few weeks remaining would be crucial. There was so much to teach, to prepare, to establish before he returned to his own world and its pressing challenges. But watching Naruto demonstrate his growing skills with obvious pride, Gojo felt confident that the foundation they were building would support whatever future the young shinobi constructed upon it.

The path ahead would be challenging, but Naruto Uzumaki was proving himself more than equal to those challenges. And with proper guidance from both his temporary mentor and his permanent one, there was no limit to what he might achieve.

# CHAPTER 7: THE HIDDEN POTENTIAL

Dawn had not yet broken over Konoha when Naruto met Gojo at the village gates. The sky remained dark, adorned with fading stars, and a cool mist clung to the ground. Naruto stifled a yawn as he approached his mentor, who stood with a small pack slung over his shoulder.

"You're on time for once," Gojo observed, his usual casual demeanor present despite the early hour. "I'm impressed."

"You said it was important," Naruto replied, adjusting his own backpack. "Where are we going that we need supplies? And why so early?"

"We're heading to a special training ground," Gojo explained, beginning to walk along a trail that led away from the village. "It's more secluded than our usual spots—about two hours from here, deep in the forest. As for why so early—what we're attempting today requires privacy and significant time."

Naruto fell into step beside him, curiosity overriding his fatigue. "What exactly are we going to do?"

"Today," Gojo said, his tone becoming more serious, "we're going to attempt your first controlled communication with the Nine-Tails."

Naruto stopped abruptly, his eyes widening. "Really? You think I'm ready for that?"

"You've mastered the foundational exercises," Gojo replied, continuing forward. "Your chakra control has improved significantly, you can maintain multiple shadow clones for hours, and your sensory capabilities are developing well. The next logical step is to begin understanding the entity that shares your body."

Naruto hurried to catch up, a mixture of excitement and apprehension evident in his expression. "But... isn't that dangerous? I mean, the Nine-Tails is supposed to be really powerful and really angry."

"Hence the secluded location and extensive preparations," Gojo noted. "We'll be using techniques from my world combined with this world's sealing knowledge to create a controlled environment. The Hokage has approved the attempt, with certain conditions."

They walked in silence for several minutes, following a trail that grew progressively less defined as they moved deeper into the forest. Eventually, Naruto spoke again, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"What's it like? The Nine-Tails, I mean. You can sense it, right?"

Gojo considered the question carefully. "I can sense its energy, yes. It's... vast. Ancient. A concentration of power that exists in a different category than normal chakra. There's intelligence there—awareness—and deep emotions, primarily anger and resentment, but also something more complex beneath the surface."

"Resentment?" Naruto repeated, frowning. "Because it's sealed inside me?"

"Partially," Gojo acknowledged. "But I suspect its negative emotions predate your sealing. The Nine-Tails has existed for centuries, Naruto. It's been sealed before, fought against, feared, hated. Those experiences shape a consciousness, even one as alien as a tailed beast's."

Naruto absorbed this, his expression thoughtful. "So it's not just a monster or a weapon. It's... a person? Sort of?"

"A being with consciousness and will," Gojo corrected. "Though its nature is fundamentally different from humans. In my world, we have cursed spirits—manifestations of negative emotions that develop intelligence and purpose. The tailed beasts seem similar in some respects, though their origin appears to be different."

They continued their journey as the sky gradually lightened. Birds began their morning songs, and the forest came alive around them. Naruto was unusually quiet, processing the implications of what awaited him.

After nearly two hours of hiking, they reached a clearing nestled between steep cliffs. A small waterfall cascaded down one rock face, feeding a crystal-clear pool. The area was completely isolated, with no signs of human presence.

"This is it," Gojo announced, setting down his pack. "A natural enclosure with strong ambient energy—perfect for what we're attempting."

"It's beautiful," Naruto commented, looking around with appreciation. "How did you find this place?"

"The Hokage suggested it," Gojo replied. "Apparently, the Fourth Hokage used this location for certain sealing practices due to its natural isolation and energy properties."

Naruto's expression shifted at the mention of the Fourth Hokage—the man who had sealed the Nine-Tails inside him. "Did he... did he come here to practice the seal he used on me?"

"Possibly," Gojo acknowledged. "The parallels would be fitting."

He began unpacking various items from his bag: scrolls, ink, brushes, and several small objects Naruto didn't recognize. "Help me prepare the area. We need to establish a boundary circle first."

For the next hour, they worked methodically. Gojo directed Naruto to place specially prepared markers at precise intervals around the clearing while he drew complex symbols on small paper talismans. When completed, the arrangement formed a perfect circle approximately ten meters in diameter.

"This combines barrier techniques from my world with sealing methods from yours," Gojo explained as they finished. "It will create a contained space where chakra—even the Nine-Tails' chakra—cannot escape beyond the boundary."

"What exactly is going to happen?" Naruto asked, eyeing the completed circle with newfound apprehension.

Gojo sat cross-legged in the center of the circle and gestured for Naruto to join him. "You'll enter a meditative state using the techniques I've taught you. Once sufficiently focused, you'll direct your attention inward—toward the seal and what lies behind it. If successful, your consciousness will make contact with the Nine-Tails in what appears as an inner world or mindscape."

"And then what?" Naruto asked, settling across from his mentor.

"Then you observe," Gojo instructed. "Don't make demands. Don't provoke. Simply witness and attempt to understand. This first contact is about establishing awareness, not control or negotiation."

Naruto nodded, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "What if something goes wrong? What if the Nine-Tails tries to take over or something?"

"That's why I'm here," Gojo said calmly. "And why we've established this barrier. If I sense the Nine-Tails' energy becoming volatile, I'll immediately pull you out of the meditative state. Additionally, we'll be using a shadow clone as an intermediary."

"A shadow clone?"

"Yes. You'll create a shadow clone, and it will be the one to initiate contact while you remain in a conscious, observing state," Gojo explained. "That way, if anything goes wrong, you can simply dispel the clone. The memories and experience will transfer to you, but any potential corruption or takeover attempt will be severed."

Naruto's eyes widened in understanding. "That's... really smart."

"I have my moments," Gojo replied with a slight smile. "Now, are you ready to begin?"

Taking a deep breath, Naruto nodded. "I'm ready."

"Good. First, create a single shadow clone."

Naruto formed the familiar hand sign. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!" With a puff of smoke, an identical copy of Naruto appeared beside him.

"Perfect," Gojo said. "Now, both of you enter the meditative state we've practiced."

Naruto and his clone closed their eyes, adjusting their postures and breathing patterns as Gojo had taught them. After several minutes, their chakra signatures stabilized into the smooth, rhythmic flow of deep meditation.

"Excellent," Gojo murmured. "Naruto, maintain your awareness of this physical space. Clone Naruto, I want you to visualize the seal on your stomach—the point where your chakra and the Nine-Tails' chakra converge."

The clone nodded slightly, its face a mask of concentration.

"Now, imagine yourself following that connection deeper—like walking down a corridor toward a distant light. Your goal is to reach the space where the Nine-Tails is contained."

As the clone deepened its meditation, Gojo monitored both Narutos carefully. The original remained in a stable meditative state, while the clone's chakra began to fluctuate subtly, indicating it was making the inner journey as instructed.

"What do you see?" Gojo asked the clone softly.

"A hallway," the clone replied, its voice distant. "Dark... water on the floor... pipes running along the ceiling. It feels... cold."

"Follow the pipes," Gojo instructed. "They'll lead you to the seal."

Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the sound of the waterfall and the clone's occasional descriptions. The original Naruto remained still, but his expression changed subtly—indicating he was receiving flashes of what his clone was experiencing.

"There's a gate," the clone suddenly reported. "Huge... with bars as thick as trees. There's a paper seal on it—the same symbol that appears on my stomach when I use chakra."

"And beyond the gate?" Gojo prompted.

The clone's face tensed. "Darkness, but... something's moving in there. Something big."

"Approach the gate," Gojo instructed. "But don't touch it or attempt to pass through it. Simply observe what lies beyond."

The clone nodded, and as it continued its inner journey, the original Naruto's breathing quickened slightly. Gojo placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, maintaining the connection while monitoring both chakra signatures carefully.

Suddenly, the clone gasped. "Eyes! I can see eyes in the darkness—red eyes, huge and... angry."

In that moment, both Narutos stiffened simultaneously. The clone's chakra signature flared wildly, and a thin veil of red energy began to shimmer around its form.

"Naruto," Gojo said sharply to the original, "dispel the clone now."

Naruto's eyes snapped open, and with a quick hand sign, the clone disappeared in a puff of smoke. Immediately, Naruto fell backward, gasping as the clone's memories flooded into him.

"Take deep breaths," Gojo instructed, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Process what you saw gradually."

After several moments, Naruto sat up again, his eyes wide with the impact of the experience. "I saw it—the Nine-Tails. It was... enormous. And so angry."

"What exactly happened at the end?" Gojo asked.

Naruto frowned, sorting through the transferred memories. "The clone got close to the gate, and then... the Nine-Tails just appeared out of the darkness. It slammed against the bars and... there was so much hatred in its eyes."

He shuddered slightly. "It said... it said, 'So my jailer finally comes to visit.' And then it tried to... I don't know, reach through the bars with its chakra. That's when you told me to dispel the clone."

Gojo nodded, satisfied with the decision to use a shadow clone as intermediary. "The Nine-Tails recognized you—or at least, recognized its jinchūriki. That's significant. It acknowledges your connection."

"It didn't seem happy about that connection," Naruto pointed out.

"No, but acknowledgment is the first step," Gojo replied. "Before understanding can develop, both parties must recognize the relationship exists."

Naruto was quiet for a moment, processing the experience. "The place where it's sealed—that dark hallway with the pipes and the water—is that real? Or just in my mind?"

"Both, in a sense," Gojo explained. "It's a manifestation of your inner world—a mental construct that allows your consciousness to interact with the seal and what lies behind it. The architecture of that space is partially determined by the seal itself and partially by your own psyche."

"It was kind of... gloomy," Naruto admitted. "Is that because of me? Because of how I feel inside?"

Gojo regarded Naruto thoughtfully. "Inner worlds often reflect deeper emotional states and experiences. The darkness, the cold water, the industrial pipes—they could represent aspects of your life experience or emotional landscape."

Naruto absorbed this, his expression troubled. "So even inside my own mind, it's a lonely place."

"For now," Gojo said. "But inner worlds can change as the person changes. As you grow, as you form connections with others, as you develop confidence and purpose—your inner world may transform to reflect that growth."

He stood, stretching his limbs after the long period of stillness. "What's important is that you've established initial contact. The Nine-Tails is aware of you now, not just as a vessel but as a conscious entity seeking communication."

"It didn't seem interested in talking," Naruto pointed out.

"Few beings respond positively to their first interaction with their captors," Gojo replied. "The Nine-Tails has been sealed within you against its will. Some resistance is to be expected."

He began walking around the boundary circle, checking the markers they had placed earlier. "This brings us to an important concept I want to introduce today—one that will be crucial for your continued development, especially regarding the Nine-Tails."

Naruto stood, following Gojo around the circle. "What concept?"

"In my world," Gojo explained, "jujutsu sorcerers with sufficient power and skill can create what we call 'domains.' A domain is a space where the sorcerer's innate technique is amplified and where, to some extent, they establish the rules of reality."

"You can change reality?" Naruto asked, eyes widening.

"Within specific parameters and limited boundaries," Gojo clarified. "A domain is essentially an extension of the sorcerer's will, made manifest in physical space. The most advanced form—Domain Expansion—creates a pocket reality where the sorcerer's technique reaches its fullest potential."

He gestured to the boundary circle they had created. "This barrier is a primitive approximation of a domain. It establishes a contained space with specific properties—in this case, the containment of chakra."

Naruto frowned, trying to grasp the concept. "So it's like a really advanced barrier jutsu?"

"In a sense, yes, though the principles are somewhat different," Gojo acknowledged. "What's interesting is that the seal containing the Nine-Tails functions similarly to a domain in many ways. It creates a specific space—the mindscape you visited—with defined rules and limitations on how the Nine-Tails' power can manifest."

"So my seal is like a domain that keeps the Nine-Tails contained?" Naruto asked, beginning to understand.

"Precisely," Gojo confirmed. "And understanding domains may help you better comprehend and eventually influence the nature of that seal."

He returned to the center of the circle and sat down again, motioning for Naruto to join him. "The Fourth Hokage designed your seal with remarkable sophistication. It's not just a prison—it's a system intended to eventually allow you to access and utilize the Nine-Tails' chakra safely."

"How do you know that?" Naruto asked, settling across from Gojo.

"The structure of the seal itself reveals its purpose," Gojo explained. "It has components designed to gradually thin the barrier between your chakra and the Nine-Tails' chakra over time, allowing for controlled integration rather than permanent separation."

Naruto absorbed this information with a thoughtful expression. "So I'm supposed to eventually use the Nine-Tails' power? That was the plan all along?"

"So it appears," Gojo confirmed. "Though I suspect the Fourth Hokage anticipated you would be much older before attempting such communication."

He removed his blindfold, revealing his striking blue eyes—a rare occurrence that always signaled the importance of what he was about to say.

"Naruto, what I'm proposing to teach you next is a concept I call 'extension of the domain.' It's a technique that would allow you to gradually influence the nature of your inner world—the space where the Nine-Tails is sealed."

"Influence it how?" Naruto asked.

"Initially, in small ways," Gojo replied. "Perhaps changing the lighting, altering the temperature, modifying small aspects of the environment. Over time, with practice, you might eventually be able to create a space less like a prison and more like... a meeting ground."

Naruto's eyes widened as he grasped the implications. "You think I could change my inner world to make the Nine-Tails less angry? More willing to talk?"

"Potentially," Gojo acknowledged. "Though it would be a gradual process requiring patience and consistency. The Nine-Tails has harbored its resentment for centuries—it won't dissipate overnight."

He replaced his blindfold and stood. "For today, we've accomplished our primary goal—establishing initial contact. We'll return to the village and give you time to process the experience fully before attempting another connection."

As they packed up their supplies and dismantled the boundary circle, Naruto remained unusually quiet, clearly contemplating the significance of what he had experienced.

"Gojo-sensei," he finally said as they prepared to leave the clearing, "the Nine-Tails... it seemed so full of hatred. Do you really think it's possible for us to ever... understand each other?"

Gojo paused, considering the question with appropriate gravity. "In my experience, Naruto, most beings—even the most hostile ones—respond to persistent, genuine attempts at understanding. The Nine-Tails has existed for centuries, experienced multiple hosts, and faced consistent fear and hostility from humans. Its perspective has been shaped by those experiences."

He adjusted his pack and began walking back toward the trail. "But you, Naruto Uzumaki, have a particular gift that may eventually bridge that gap."

"What gift?" Naruto asked, hurrying to catch up.

"Empathy," Gojo replied simply. "Despite everything you've experienced—the isolation, the undeserved hostility from villagers, the burden of carrying something you never asked for—you've maintained the capacity to understand others' pain rather than simply becoming consumed by your own."

He glanced back at Naruto with a small smile. "That quality may ultimately prove more valuable than any technique I could teach you when it comes to establishing a true connection with the Nine-Tails."

As they made their way back toward Konoha, Naruto reflected on the day's events, the glimpse he had received of the powerful entity within him, and the path that lay ahead. The Nine-Tails had rejected this first attempt at communication, but something in Gojo's confidence suggested that persistence might eventually yield different results.

For now, he had taken the first step toward understanding the hidden potential that had always existed within him—not just the raw power of the Nine-Tails, but the possibility of a relationship with the being that shared his body. Whether that relationship would ever evolve beyond mutual hostility remained to be seen, but the foundation had been laid.

And as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting long shadows through the forest, Naruto felt a curious sense of anticipation about their next attempt. The Nine-Tails had acknowledged him, however resentfully. That acknowledgment was the beginning—the first thread in what might eventually become a connection between jailer and prisoner, host and tailed beast.

It was, Naruto realized, a beginning with potential as limitless as the techniques Gojo had promised to teach him in the weeks to come.

# CHAPTER 8: TEAM DYNAMICS

The morning sun illuminated Training Ground 3 as Team 7 gathered for their daily session. Kakashi had instructed them to meet at seven, though he himself had yet to arrive—a pattern that had become predictable in the week since their formation.

Naruto arrived last among the three genin, his usual boundless energy somewhat tempered by the fatigue of his intensive training schedule. The previous evening's session with Gojo had focused on advanced chakra control exercises that had left his reserves depleted. Nevertheless, he offered a cheerful greeting to his teammates.

"Good morning, Sakura-chan, Sasuke," he called, adjusting his headband as he approached.

Sakura, who had been arranging her kunai on a nearby log, looked up with mild surprise. Typically, Naruto would have bounded into the training ground with excessive enthusiasm and immediately attempted to engage her in conversation. This more measured greeting represented one of several subtle changes she had observed in his behavior recently.

"You're almost late," she noted, though without her usual reprimanding tone. "Kakashi-sensei could have been here already."

"We both know he won't be here for at least another hour," Naruto replied with a knowing smile. He settled onto the grass and began his own preparations, methodically checking his equipment with uncharacteristic care.

Sasuke, who had been practicing shuriken throws against a distant tree, paused momentarily to observe Naruto's arrival before returning to his practice. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he noted the controlled way Naruto was conducting himself—further evidence of the changes that had been increasingly apparent during their team training sessions.

After several minutes of silence, Naruto closed his eyes and assumed a meditative posture, his breathing becoming deep and rhythmic. This new habit had first appeared three days prior and had immediately drawn the attention of both his teammates. The Naruto they had known throughout their Academy years had been constitutionally incapable of sitting still, let alone engaging in deliberate meditation.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Naruto opened one eye. "Sensory extension exercise. Gojo-sensei says it helps develop the ability to detect chakra signatures at increasing distances."

"Is that how you knew Kakashi-sensei was hiding in the trees yesterday?" Sakura asked, recalling how Naruto had surprised them all by calling out their instructor's location before any of them had detected his presence.

"Partly," Naruto confirmed. "I'm still learning, but I can sense distinct chakra signatures within about fifty meters now."

Sasuke's expression darkened slightly at this revelation. "That's a jōnin-level skill."

"Gojo-sensei says chakra sensing is foundational, not advanced," Naruto explained, closing his eyes again. "It's just not commonly taught to genin because most don't have the necessary chakra control or reserves to make it practical."

"And you do?" Sasuke challenged, an edge creeping into his voice.

Naruto opened both eyes this time, regarding Sasuke with unexpected seriousness. "I have the reserves. The control is what I've been working on."

Before Sasuke could respond, Naruto's posture straightened. "Kakashi-sensei's approaching. He'll be here in about two minutes."

Precisely one hundred and twenty seconds later, Kakashi appeared in a swirl of leaves, his visible eye widening slightly when he noticed all three genin were already facing his arrival point expectantly.

"My, you're all alert this morning," he observed casually, though his gaze lingered on Naruto.

"Good morning, Kakashi-sensei," Sakura greeted politely. "What will we be working on today?"

"Today we'll focus on teamwork exercises," Kakashi announced, retrieving a small scroll from his pocket. "But first, I have some news. We've been assigned our first C-rank mission, which we'll depart for tomorrow morning."

This announcement immediately captured the attention of all three genin. After a week of D-rank missions—largely consisting of menial tasks like weeding gardens, finding lost pets, and picking up litter—the prospect of a more challenging assignment was welcome news.

"What's the mission?" Naruto asked eagerly.

"Escort duty," Kakashi replied, unrolling the scroll. "We'll be accompanying a merchant to a trading outpost near the border of the Land of Rivers. The journey should take approximately three days each way."

"Is there expected opposition?" Sasuke inquired, his interest clearly piqued by the prospect of potential combat.

"Nothing significant," Kakashi assured them. "Bandits are occasionally reported in the region, but organized shinobi activity is unlikely. Hence the C-rank designation."

As Kakashi outlined the mission parameters and what equipment they should prepare, Sakura noticed Naruto taking mental notes rather than interrupting with excited proclamations as he might have done previously. When Kakashi concluded his briefing, Naruto raised his hand.

"Yes, Naruto?" Kakashi acknowledged, somewhat surprised by the formal gesture.

"Will there be time for individual training during the mission?" Naruto asked. "I have some exercises I need to maintain daily."

Kakashi regarded him thoughtfully. "There should be time during evening camps for brief individual practice, yes. Though team exercises will take priority."

Naruto nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer. Sasuke, however, frowned slightly.

"Now," Kakashi continued, "today's teamwork exercise will simulate escort conditions. You'll be protecting a designated target—in this case, a shadow clone of mine—while I play the role of various attackers."

The training session that followed was challenging. Kakashi created scenarios of increasing complexity, testing not only their individual skills but their ability to communicate and coordinate effectively. Throughout the exercises, the changes in Naruto's fighting style became increasingly apparent.

Where once he would have charged headlong into any confrontation, he now demonstrated remarkable restraint, often hanging back to assess the situation before engaging. His awareness of his teammates' positions had improved dramatically, and several times he called out warnings that prevented Sakura or Sasuke from walking into traps.

During a brief water break, Sakura approached Naruto as he sat beneath a tree, eyes closed in what appeared to be another quick meditation.

"Your fighting style has changed," she observed, settling beside him. "It's more... controlled."

Naruto opened his eyes, offering a smile that seemed more genuine than his former exaggerated grins. "Gojo-sensei has been helping me understand my strengths better. I still have a lot to learn, but I'm trying to be more strategic."

"It's working," Sakura admitted. "That shadow clone feint you used earlier was actually pretty clever."

"Thanks," Naruto replied, genuine pleasure evident in his expression. "Gojo-sensei says my shadow clones can be used for more than just overwhelming opponents with numbers. They're versatile tools if applied creatively."

Across the training ground, Sasuke observed this interaction with poorly concealed irritation. The dynamics within Team 7 were shifting in ways he hadn't anticipated. When team assignments had been announced, he had dismissed Naruto as deadweight—a burden he would need to compensate for. Yet increasingly, the so-called "dead last" of their Academy class was demonstrating capabilities that challenged this assessment.

When training resumed, Sasuke approached the exercises with intensified focus, determined to maintain his position as the team's strongest member. During a simulated ambush, he executed a complex series of fire jutsu that effectively neutralized Kakashi's attack while showcasing his exceptional control.

Naruto, rather than responding with competitive one-upmanship as he might have previously, simply nodded in acknowledgment of the impressive display. "Nice technique, Sasuke. Your fire control is really precise."

The compliment, delivered without his former jealousy or resentment, somehow irritated Sasuke more than any challenge would have. It suggested Naruto no longer viewed their capabilities as comparable metrics—as if he had moved beyond their rivalry into some new territory of understanding.

As the training session concluded in the early afternoon, Kakashi dismissed Sakura and Sasuke but asked Naruto to remain behind.

"I understand you have another training session scheduled with Gojo-san this evening," Kakashi said once they were alone.

"Yes, sensei," Naruto confirmed. "We're continuing work on the sensory techniques and some other exercises."

"I've observed significant improvements in your performance," Kakashi noted. "Your awareness during combat situations has increased markedly, and your chakra control shows notable refinement."

"Thank you," Naruto replied, clearly pleased by the acknowledgment.

"However," Kakashi continued, his tone becoming more serious, "I'm concerned about the intensity of your training schedule. Balancing team training with these additional sessions risks depleting your reserves and potentially causing burnout."

Naruto's expression sobered. "I know it's a lot, but Gojo-sensei will only be here for a few more weeks. I need to learn as much as I can before he leaves."

Kakashi studied his student thoughtfully. "I understand his departure creates a sense of urgency. Nevertheless, your primary commitment must be to your team. Tomorrow's mission will require you to be fully rested and alert."

"I understand, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto assured him. "I'll make sure I'm prepared for the mission."

"Good," Kakashi said with a nod. "One more thing—I'd like to observe one of your training sessions with Gojo-san before we depart tomorrow. Would this evening be acceptable?"

Naruto's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "I think so, but I'd need to check with Gojo-sensei."

"Please do," Kakashi requested. "Professional curiosity, you understand."

After Naruto departed, Kakashi remained at the training ground, reflecting on the changes he had observed. The influence of Gojo Satoru on Naruto's development was undeniable, but it created complications for team dynamics that required careful monitoring.

Sasuke's growing frustration was particularly concerning. The Uchiha prodigy had based much of his identity on being the strongest, most skilled student of their cohort. Naruto's rapid improvement threatened this self-perception at a time when team cohesion was still in its formative stages.

Equally noteworthy was Sakura's evolving perception of Naruto. Her dismissive attitude had begun to give way to genuine curiosity and tentative respect—a positive development, but one that further altered the balance Kakashi was attempting to establish.

As Naruto's jōnin instructor, Kakashi needed to understand exactly what Gojo was teaching his student and how these lessons might be integrated into Team 7's overall development strategy. With Gojo's impending departure, preparations would need to be made for the transition of Naruto's additional training back to Konoha's standard methodologies.

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The sun was beginning to set when Naruto arrived at the secluded training ground where he typically met with Gojo. To his surprise, his mentor was engaged in conversation with the Third Hokage, both of them examining what appeared to be ancient scrolls spread across a flat rock.

"Ah, Naruto," the Hokage greeted him with a warm smile. "Right on time. We were just discussing some historical perspectives on jinchūriki training methodologies."

"Lord Hokage," Naruto responded with a respectful bow—another new behavior that reflected his evolving maturity. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I've been following your progress with interest," the Hokage explained. "Gojo-san's reports have been quite impressive."

"We were examining records of previous jinchūriki's experiences," Gojo added, gesturing to the scrolls. "Particularly regarding initial communication with their tailed beasts."

Naruto approached, glancing at the ancient texts with curiosity. "Did you find anything useful?"

"Several accounts mention what they called 'resonance spaces'—mental constructs where host and tailed beast could interact," the Hokage explained. "It seems to align with what Gojo-san has described regarding domains."

"Which validates our approach," Gojo noted, gathering the scrolls carefully. "By the way, Naruto, you seem preoccupied. Something on your mind?"

"Team 7 received our first C-rank mission today," Naruto explained. "We leave tomorrow morning for a week-long escort assignment."

"Excellent," Gojo responded. "Field experience is invaluable. Theory only becomes meaningful when applied in practical situations."

"Also," Naruto added, "Kakashi-sensei asked if he could observe our training session tonight. He said it was 'professional curiosity.'"

Gojo and the Hokage exchanged a glance that Naruto couldn't quite interpret.

"I see no issue with that," Gojo said after a moment. "In fact, it might be beneficial for your jōnin instructor to understand what we've been working on."

The Hokage nodded in agreement. "Kakashi's involvement would help ensure continuity in your training after Gojo-san's departure. I'll leave you to your session." He gathered the remaining scrolls and departed with a final nod of encouragement to Naruto.

As if summoned by the conversation, Kakashi appeared at the edge of the clearing moments later, his casual demeanor belying the deliberate timing of his arrival.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," he remarked, approaching with his hands in his pockets.

"Not at all," Gojo replied with his characteristic ease. "We were about to begin today's training on domain concepts and their application to Naruto's unique situation."

"Domain concepts?" Kakashi inquired, his visible eyebrow rising slightly.

"A framework from my world that has useful parallels here," Gojo explained. "Particularly regarding contained spaces and the rules that govern them."

"Such as seals," Kakashi noted, his gaze flickering briefly to Naruto's midsection where the Nine-Tails was contained.

"Precisely," Gojo confirmed. "Today we're focusing on what I call 'domain extension'—the ability to influence the properties of a defined space through concentrated will and chakra application."

As Gojo outlined the session's objectives, Naruto began the preliminary exercises they had established over previous sessions—creating a boundary circle, establishing chakra markers at cardinal points, and entering a focused meditative state that Gojo had taught him.

Kakashi observed with professional interest as Gojo guided Naruto through progressively complex visualizations, each designed to strengthen his conceptual understanding of domains and their potential applications.

"The key insight," Gojo explained to Kakashi as Naruto practiced, "is that the seal containing the Nine-Tails creates what is essentially a domain within Naruto's consciousness—a space with defined rules and boundaries. Understanding how to influence that domain could eventually allow for more harmonious interaction between Naruto and the Nine-Tails."

"A controversial approach," Kakashi noted. "Traditionally, jinchūriki are taught to suppress and control their tailed beasts, not communicate with them."

"And how effective has that tradition proven?" Gojo countered. "From what I've gathered, most jinchūriki either struggle constantly against their tailed beasts or eventually succumb to their influence during moments of extreme stress."

"There are exceptions," Kakashi pointed out. "The current Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails in Kumogakure has reportedly achieved a cooperative relationship with his tailed beast."

"Exactly," Gojo said with satisfaction. "Which demonstrates the potential of the approach we're exploring. The Nine-Tails is not merely a source of chakra to be tapped or a monster to be suppressed—it's a conscious entity with its own perspective and experiences."

As their discussion continued, Naruto maintained his focus on the exercises, though his concentration was occasionally disrupted by awareness of the significant conversation occurring nearby. The prospect of a week-long mission without Gojo's guidance created a sense of urgency in his practice—a pressure to absorb as much knowledge as possible before their temporary separation.

When the practical portion of the training concluded, Gojo called Naruto over to join their conversation.

"Kakashi-sensei has raised some important considerations regarding your upcoming mission," Gojo explained. "While maintaining your daily exercises is valuable, it shouldn't come at the expense of team cohesion or mission readiness."

"I agree," Kakashi added. "Which is why I'd like to propose an integrated approach during our mission. Some of the sensory and chakra control exercises you've been practicing could be incorporated into our regular team training sessions, benefiting all members of Team 7."

Naruto's eyes widened slightly at this suggestion. "You mean teaching some of these techniques to Sasuke and Sakura too?"

"Adapted appropriately, yes," Kakashi confirmed. "While your chakra situation is unique, many of the foundational principles appear broadly applicable. With Gojo-san's permission, of course."

Gojo nodded, seemingly pleased by this development. "Knowledge should be shared where beneficial. The basic sensory extension techniques would certainly enhance your team's effectiveness."

As they discussed the specifics of which exercises might be appropriately taught to the entire team, Naruto found himself experiencing mixed emotions. On one hand, the prospect of sharing techniques with his teammates represented a form of acknowledgment he had long sought. On the other hand, these lessons had been something special—a unique connection between himself and Gojo that had distinguished him from his peers for the first time in his life.

Sensing Naruto's conflicted feelings, Gojo placed a hand on his shoulder. "The techniques we've been developing regarding the Nine-Tails and domain concepts remain specific to your situation, Naruto. What Kakashi-sensei is proposing involves only the more generalized exercises that would benefit any shinobi."

This reassurance alleviated some of Naruto's concern, though the approaching separation still weighed on his mind. As the session concluded and they prepared to depart, Kakashi pulled Gojo aside for a brief private conversation while Naruto gathered his equipment.

"The changes in Naruto are remarkable," Kakashi acknowledged quietly. "But I'm concerned about the impact on team dynamics, particularly regarding Sasuke."

"The Uchiha's pride is being challenged," Gojo observed. "That's not necessarily a negative development."

"Perhaps not in the long term," Kakashi conceded. "But in the short term, it creates potential instability at a crucial formative stage for the team."

"What do you suggest?" Gojo inquired, genuinely interested in Kakashi's perspective.

"Balance," Kakashi replied after a moment's consideration. "Naruto's growth should continue, but perhaps with more emphasis on how his developing skills complement rather than outshine his teammates' abilities."

Gojo nodded thoughtfully. "A reasonable approach. Team cohesion is important, particularly for genin at this stage of development."

"Precisely," Kakashi agreed. "And speaking of development—what exactly are your long-term objectives regarding Naruto and the Nine-Tails? The Hokage has approved your methods thus far, but the implications extend beyond your time in our world."

Gojo's expression became more serious behind his blindfold. "My objective is to help Naruto establish a foundation for eventual cooperation rather than conflict with the Nine-Tails. The path will be long and challenging—I harbor no illusions that significant progress will occur before my departure. But the conceptual framework and initial experiences will remain, providing direction for his continued development under your guidance."

Kakashi studied Gojo with his single visible eye, assessing the sincerity of his statement. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "I appreciate your transparency. And I'll do my best to maintain the foundation you're establishing."

As Naruto approached, their private conversation concluded. The three departed the training ground together, discussing final preparations for the upcoming mission.

For Naruto, the evening represented a significant turning point—a bridge between his private training with Gojo and his responsibilities as a member of Team 7. The challenges ahead would require him to balance these dual aspects of his development, integrating new knowledge and abilities into the team structure without disrupting the delicate dynamics of their newly formed unit.

As they reached the village proper and prepared to go their separate ways, Gojo offered a final piece of advice that seemed directed as much at Kakashi as at Naruto himself.

"The strongest techniques are those that elevate not only the individual but those around them," he observed. "True mastery isn't measured by personal power alone, but by the capacity to strengthen connections and enhance collective capability."

With those words lingering in the evening air, they parted ways—Naruto to prepare for tomorrow's mission, Kakashi to finalize logistics, and Gojo to continue his research into the complex relationship between jinchūriki and their tailed beasts.

The approaching mission would test not only Team 7's combat readiness but the evolving dynamics between three genin with very different backgrounds, abilities, and aspirations—all under the watchful eye of a jōnin instructor navigating the unexpected influence of a powerful visitor from another world.