Naruto: Reborn with Kaguya Powers-Chapter 59: Weakness of MSCJ Training.

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A/N:

I have decided against Dragon Sage Mode, as the Ten Tails/God Tree gives SOSP itself.

Also, if you have any ideas, drop them here.

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LET THE Chapter BEGIN.

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As Aki waited for his first mission, let's check in on what his clones were up to. We have already seen Shadow, and we also saw Helen successfully steal jutsu from Haku.

A few hours later, Helen could be seen in a clearing not far from Team 7's training location in the Land of Waves.

Very soon, she found a lake. What better place to practice Water and Ice Jutsu than a lake?

"Let's see now," Helen said softly, placing a hand under her chin with a small smile. "Demonic Mirroring Ice Crystals."

The words echoed like a spell. The air grew cold. Frost curled across the ground, and tall shards of ice rose around her, forming a perfect circle of mirrors. Each one shimmered like glass touched by moonlight.

Helen stepped into one of the mirrors—and they all shattered.

It was her first time using the technique, even with the memories she had stolen. She still lacked the rhythm, the feel of it. It would take time.

She tried again. And again. A hundred times, maybe more. Each failure taught her something new, sharpened her control. By the end, she stood in the circle once more, her breath calm, her focus steady.

She closed her eyes, reviewing every detail, every slip, every missed beat.

Then her eyes snapped open. "Byakugan."

A dozen mirrors rose quietly from the frost around her like ghostly petals blooming in silence.

"Demonic Mirroring Ice Crystals."

Her reflection flickered across each surface.

Then—she vanished.

Blurred afterimages darted between the mirrors, each movement a flash of speed and precision. From above, she reappeared and unleashed a storm of ice senbon, each one glowing faintly with chakra. They rained down onto the frozen lake like a shower of silver needles.

Crack—crack—CRACK.

The ice groaned under the impact, fractures spreading like spiderwebs—then sealed themselves in an instant. Helen raised her hand. The mirrors reformed with a whisper of cold wind.

It's stable now, she thought. The chakra drain is under control. But I need a plan if someone counters mid-technique.

She let out a long breath and moved on.

"Hissatsu Hyōsō."

The ground trembled.

In the blink of an eye, jagged ice spikes erupted upward, shooting out like a trap sprung from the earth itself. They sliced through the air with a sharp hiss—some as tall as spears, others like a forest of frozen blades.

One came straight at her, too fast.

Helen vanished in a flash, her body flickering out of the way just in time. The spike pierced through the branch she was standing on and split the tree in two.

"That's one huge-ass spike."

She reappeared a few feet away, crouched on another tree branch.

A grin tugged at her lips.

"I really almost dismissed myself." She was fully aware she was just a clone, so instead of death, it would've been nothing more than a puff of smoke.

The shattered frost still danced in the air around her like glittering dust.

Once Helen felt she had mastered the techniques stolen from Haku, she decided to move her feet. It was time to experiment and learn more Ice techniques until her eventual dismissal by Aki.

Helen decided to make the Hidden Waterfall Village her base. The reason? The favorable terrain of the village.

She had decided against the Mist Village, as it would be a bit troublesome—the village had killed the only Ice Release clan they had. She would have to use non-Ice Release techniques to defend herself.

Aki did not want this clone to use anything other than Ice Release. It had to restrict itself to only Ice Release techniques over the years and master them.

As Helen made her way to the predetermined destination, another operation was underway in a hidden cave deep inside the Mountain Graveyard.

Entering the cave, one would be met with an endless network of tunnels, twisting and winding with no clear destination. But for those who navigated the labyrinth correctly, they'd eventually arrive at a hollow space, like a hidden clearing carved into the heart of the stone.

It was vast—large enough to house a temple—but something felt off. The cavern's walls were reinforced with thick layers of ice, not natural, but placed with purpose. It was as if the chamber had been artificially hollowed out, and the ice was all that held it together, keeping the weight of the mountain at bay.

The space wasn't empty, either. Rows of desks were scattered throughout, and at each one, people sat in heated discussion—hundreds of them, debating, arguing, studying.

Their focus?

Jutsu.

"30th attempt at achieving Wood Release failed," a man with thick eyebrows reported. "So what ratio shall we try next?"

The man sitting in the center of the group at his desk contemplated for a second. Correcting his glasses with a finger, he replied, "Try 43% Earth Release and 57% Water Release. Each of you take sub-ratios of this and try."

A teen sitting opposite him raised his hand.

"Speak your mind."

Upon getting the okay to speak, he said, "Shouldn't we include Yang Release in our test? From what I remember from theories on the internet in our previous life, it was said that Yang Release should be a part of creating Wood Release."

"Good point," the man said, correcting his glasses mid-pause. "Let's include that in our tests."

Somewhere in the Land of Hot Springs, not far from a small roadside bar where Aki had stayed before dropping the child at his village, a new structure had appeared.

Where once there was an open patch of earth, now stood a minimalist, pitch-black building, rectangular and quiet. Its walls were made of dark stone, so smooth they reflected the hazy glow of nearby lanterns, almost like still obsidian water.

Steam curled gently from four square vents on the roof, blending so well with the natural hot spring mist that it looked like the building was breathing.

The building looked so out of place that it made residents curious. Some of them even inquired, only to find out someone was building a restaurant.

A large black signboard stood outside, mounted between two heavy obsidian posts. It bore only four words in bold, white lettering—etched deeply and cleanly, the type that made you stop and stare:

THE SEALED KITCHEN

Inside The Sealed Kitchen, the atmosphere pulsed with quiet energy, like a kunai held just before release.

A young woman with tightly braided hair adjusted a stack of menus at the host's podium, tapping the edge until each one aligned perfectly. She stood elegantly in a crisp uniform.

Across the floor, a tall man with dark skin and a heavy accent gave a soft nod of approval as he finished adjusting the final table setting.

A teenage boy with freckled cheeks zipped between tables while humming quietly under his breath. He paused beside a table, smoothed the cloth, then tilted his head slightly—as if listening to something only he could hear—before adjusting a vase two centimeters to the left.

In the open kitchen, a wide-set older man in a white chef's coat stirred a thick curry with one hand and flipped a round of flatbread on a steel pan with the other. His movements were smooth and relaxed, like someone who had done this a thousand times.

Beside him, a shorter woman with silver hair and half-moon glasses chopped vegetables with such sharp, rhythmic precision that her knife barely made a sound.

A pair of servers passed each other near the back—one tall and narrow-faced with sleepy eyes, the other short with a high ponytail and bandaged arms. They didn't exchange words. Just a nod, and a plate handed off mid-stride, like muscle memory at work.

Each person looked completely different—different builds, skin tones, even ages—but they moved with a rhythm too smooth, too coordinated.

They were all Aki.

"Alright!!! We are ready."

Of course, this was extremely inefficient—to use clones just to run a hotel. The clones would leave the hotel once there were enough recruits.

The money division of clones would be working on more than just a hotel.

Near Iwagakure, there were a few shinobi hidden among the rocks nearby. They were stalking the village for any shinobi leaving its premises.

They didn't have to wait long, as a ninja left the village from its entrance. The clones waited until the shinobi was far enough away before one of them disappeared.

Suddenly, ice appeared out of thin air, catching him off guard. It bound the Iwa ninja in a cocoon, stopping his movement in an instant.

"Hyōketsu no Mayu."

(Cocoon of Frozen Blood)

The ice didn't just bind him—it wrapped around his body like living silk, layering in thin, cold sheets from the feet upward. Within seconds, the shinobi was encased head to toe in a crystal-clear cocoon, with only his head exposed.

His body trembled as the freezing crept inward, chakra flow slowing with each breath. A faint mist curled from the edges where blood and ice began to meet.

Before the Iwa ninja could react to suddenly being trapped in ice, another jutsu struck.

"Lightning Flash Pillars."

Suddenly, pillars of blinding light erupted around them—sharp, brilliant columns that forced the Iwa ninja's eyes shut instinctively, but he was already in genjutsu, reliving his life from beginning to now.

A clone stepped from behind one of the pillars, eyes active—"Byakugan."

Veins bulged at his temples. He leaned forward and began scanning the cocoon's only exposed section—the forehead—focusing his chakra in slow pulses. The genjutsu weakened resistance; the Byakugan probed deeper.

Memory fragments surfaced. Faces. Maps. Patrols. Passwords.

But the clone stopped midway through reading the memories.

"I'm in Iwa territory. Might be found out soon."

The clone's eyes narrowed. One last scan, and he snapped his fingers.

He pressed a hand to the cocoon's surface, and with a sharp pull, the ice cracked and pulled away like shedding petals. The Iwa ninja slumped forward, unconscious. The clone caught him and pulled him over his shoulder.

The clone flickered away, carrying the Iwa ninja and disappearing from view.

Not two seconds later, seven Iwa-nin dropped into the clearing.

"Weird. I was sure there was someone here," one of them muttered, crouching near the disturbed earth.

No sound. No presence. Just frost melting into the dirt.

Similar scenes were happening across all hidden villages.

Some clones managed to infiltrate. Some were caught. But even those turned to smoke, dismissing themselves.

This act of Aki had sent every major village into high alert.

As the number of missing shinobi rose rapidly over the next ten days...

It suddenly stopped.

As if it had never happened.

Somewhere far away, Seiken was accompanied by Kisame on a bounty mission. They were carrying the head of their target, walking toward the bounty office, when suddenly...

"Ghh—!"

A sharp gasp escaped Aki.

He staggered, clutching his head as a crushing pain exploded behind his eyes. It hit like a tidal wave—a flood of memories pouring in all at once.

Dozens of perspectives. Hundreds of days. Thousands of moments.

Every clone had lived a separate life. Some had trained. Some had fought. Others had spent weeks infiltrating villages, building bases, researching jutsu, or even founding entire businesses.

But only the captured clones had been dismissed.

All that time, compressed into a heartbeat, slammed into his mind like a tsunami.

Kisame turned slightly. "Hah? What's with you, Seiken?"

Aki dropped to one knee.

His hands pulsed with chakra, a soft green glow flickering into life. He pressed them to his temples, doing his best to alleviate the pain with medical ninjutsu.

He gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes shut.

It was like watching ten lifetimes at once—and trying to understand all of them.

Then, something shifted.

Aki's Kaguya genes activated. His regeneration flared to life. In the blink of an eye, the headache vanished. But the torrent of memories didn't stop. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Aki had forgotten how Jiraiya had forbidden Naruto from using Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu Training for exactly the reason of the Mental backlash it caused.

Aki was now seriously contemplating dismissing his spread out clones one by one so he could get used to the feeling and then create more.

"Nothing," Aki said, forcing calm into his voice. "Just a minor headache."

He didn't need Kisame getting suspicious. The man had a history of killing his partners when they got too weak or too weird.

Both continued walking in silence, the bounty office now behind them.

They were on their way back.

Pain had called a meeting.