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"Can you make it stop changing colors?!" Jiraiya shouted, his voice tinged with exasperation.
Even though the Rasengan only emitted a faint glow, the constant flickering was still too much for his eyes to handle.
"Uh... let me try."
Naruto stared in bewilderment at the Rasengan, which kept shifting between shades of aqua blue, navy blue, and sky blue. With a thought, the Rasengan finally stabilized, settling on a deep aqua blue.
Wait… why did my mind go straight to blue? Isn't blue the color of wisdom?
Looking at the aqua-blue Rasengan in his hand, Naruto felt like the color seemed oddly familiar.
Smack! He slapped his forehead. Isn't that the same color as Aqua's hair?!
And the navy blue? Naruto willed the Rasengan to shift again, this time into a deep navy hue.
Hmm, that color also feels familiar—it's the same as Quincy's hair.
As for the sky blue—well, that one's obvious. It's gotta be Cirno's hair color.
"Do you know why it changes colors?" Jiraiya asked.
"Uh... I think it changes based on my mood..." Naruto replied hesitantly. It was just a theory, and he wasn't entirely sure.
Pfft! Jiraiya spat out a mouthful of blood. After all these years of traveling the ninja world, he'd seen Fire Release techniques change color depending on their power, and Earth Release techniques shift hues based on their composition—but he'd never heard of a jutsu changing colors based on its user's emotions.
"Why?" Jiraiya pressed.
"I don't know!" Naruto groaned. This Rasengan wasn't behaving like he'd expected.
Naruto began to ponder what could be causing this phenomenon.
First, the Rasengan was formed using chakra.
But how was his chakra different from others'?
Then it hit him—his chakra really was different.
His body belonged to this world.
His soul—or spiritual energy—came from his previous life.
The dragon meat and dragon eggs he'd consumed from the gaming world had surely left their mark after years of consumption.
Magic—he'd infused stones and earth with it through his body or spirit.
The Nine-Tails' chakra in his gut had been slowly merging with his own.
There was also Asura's chakra.
And Kaguya's—after all, all chakra originated from her.
So… was the Rasengan confused about its own identity?
But even if it drew from seven sources of power, that didn't explain why it displayed more than seven colors—and why it could combine them freely!
"Pervy Sage, let's test its power first," Naruto suggested, his head hurting from overthinking. No matter what, they should check if the color changes affected its strength.
"Alright," Jiraiya agreed, curious about the true capabilities of this multicolored Rasengan.
He stood up and walked to an open space, forming a Rasengan roughly the same size as Naruto's and slamming it into the ground. A loud boom echoed as a crater formed.
"Now you try."
Naruto stepped forward and slammed his Rasengan into the ground beside Jiraiya's. The resulting crater was nearly identical in size.
"So... your thing is no different from a regular Rasengan except for the color-changing?" Jiraiya scratched his head. "What's the point of the color change? Is it just for show?"
"Well... yeah, I guess so," Naruto admitted. The color shifts didn't seem to affect its power.
"Any other changes?"
"Uh... let me try." Naruto remembered hearing that the Rasengan could theoretically incorporate any kind of energy. What about magic?
"It seems... it can also glow," Naruto muttered, holding up a newly formed Rasengan. The orb began to shimmer with ever-increasing brightness as he infused it with magical energy.
At that moment, Jiraiya vanished. He'd had enough.
"I came here to teach you the Rasengan, not some kind of disco ball! Figure it out yourself!"
Left alone, Naruto continued testing his bizarre Rasengan throughout the afternoon. By the end of it, he'd finally pinpointed its unique quirks.
First, the color changes were indeed tied to his emotions—but they also reflected his perception of those emotions. For example, the aqua blue reminded him of Aqua's hair, while the navy blue brought Quincy to mind.
Second, after the initial burst of its "true" color when first used, every subsequent Rasengan started off in a random hue.
It was like Forrest Gump said: "Life is like a box of Rasengans—you never know what color you're gonna get."
While the color shifts were linked to his emotions, there were nuances. For instance, different intensities of anger produced varying shades of red.
Third, Naruto discovered he could control the colors, fixing certain ones as defaults. However, each new Rasengan required re-adjusting; the next one wouldn't inherit the previous color automatically.
For example, the yellow Rasengan in his hand now reminded him of something he'd seen daily on internet forums back in his past life. But once he used it, the next Rasengan would need to be adjusted again to recreate that specific shade.
Naruto decided to document the emotions behind each color.
In the future, whenever Pain unleashed his Chibaku Tensei, Naruto could counter with a hilariously named "Rasengan-Chibaku Tensei." Just imagining it made him grin.
But first, he needed to figure out how to draw faces on his Rasengan.
Despite feeling invincible, Naruto also felt like he was nearing death.
Though these two states seemed contradictory, they both made sense. Everyone knew that battles were won through art style and special effects.
Naruto had always trained in the Saiyan art style.
As for special effects, the infinite-color Rasengan was explosive enough to blow any artist's mind.
If this were his past life, it'd be the bane of illustrators everywhere.
This was also why Naruto felt like he was dying.
Why did the Uchiha clan fall? Because there weren't enough colors left to assign unique Susanoos.
Just like how Saiyan hairstyles were running out of colors, so were Susanoos. That's why both elite clans were practically extinct.
Colors were reserved for elites.
Still, Naruto realized his color-shifting Rasengan wasn't without benefits.
For instance, he could now host wild parties above graves. The stage? Built by himself. The band? Shadow clones. The lights? Check. It'd be absolutely lit.
Putting aside his wild imagination, Naruto began considering practical uses for his Rasengan.
Now that he'd mastered it, it was time to put it to use. It was quite versatile.
But how exactly? He still needed to think about that.
Looking at the half-destroyed fish pond nearby, inspiration struck.
As the current incarnation of Asura, he should pay homage to the first Asura. Following in his predecessor's footsteps, he'd start by digging a well.
Konoha already had hot springs, so there had to be underground water veins. If he hit hot water, he could take Hinata bathing. Cold water? Perfect for raising fish.
And if he missed entirely, at least he'd have built an air-raid shelter.
Outside the Hokage's office:
"They say Dog One has such good luck. He went out to buy medicine and ended up meeting a beautiful female doctor. Now, after just a few days, they're engaged!"
"The Third Hokage is amazing. Even sending someone out to buy medicine leads to matchmaking."
"If only I had gone instead..."
A masked ANBU guard standing outside muttered quietly. Dog One was on leave due to his engagement, and Dog Two had taken over his shift—a position he'd fought hard to secure.
"That's enough, Dog Two," Dog Zero interrupted, cutting off Dog Two's daydreams. "The Hokage wants us inside."
This newcomer was great at everything except talking—too talkative.
The two entered.
"Dog Two, go buy me some painkillers."
"Dog Zero, deliver this letter for me."
Once outside, Dog Two clapped Dog Zero on the shoulder. "Brother, big bro's getting hitched!"
Behind his mask, Dog Zero's face radiated excitement.
Elsewhere, Jiraiya and Kakashi stood atop a rooftop, Jiraiya holding a glass of sake.
"Kakashi, have you ever seen chakra in seven colors?"
"Uh... yeah, on movie posters..."
"... ..."