Naruto: Cautious Ninja

"I heard from the other teachers that you still wish to pass him, even if he was to fail in those two core areas," Mizuki said, leaning against the man's desk with his hand on his hip. "Is that wise; to allow that boy to become a Genin?"

"If he keeps up the record I've just reviewed," Iruka began, slapping the paper while also smiling up at his companion, "And improves over the next couple of years on top of it, then I will definitely allow him to graduate. Not to mention I was able to come to an agreement with him in regards to his faults. If he is still unable to get the Bunshin no Jutsu right in the time before his final year at this academy, he has another option."

"Which is…?"

"That if he was to master a technique other than the Bunshin no Jutsu before the final year deadline of his group then he may move on with a high grade in his record," Iruka exclaimed, padding the separate sheets of paper together and putting them all back into the boy's file. Having rewritten his overall evaluation for this semester on the blonde haired troublemaker, the Chunin felt content with his work. "It's a fair deal… one that he happily agreed to. If he's able to earn that one final chunk that will round out his entire skill set, then I promise here and now: I'll give him my own headband as a reward for his efforts." He flicked his forehead protector, sealing the deal with a 'cling'.

Mizuki chuckled, "So you're putting all your bets on him? Sounds like a safe gamble. The little runt had better come up with one hell of a jutsu before his time is up." He then looked around at the classroom…

Where the boy's potential was laid bare to them for all to see.

All of the desks and chairs, which had previously been fixed to the floor, had all been glued to the ceiling. Looking up at the rafters where all the furniture sat, Mizuki also noted that the filing cabinets and potted plants were also stuck up there. He also saw the space where Iruka's desk and chair had previously been glued.

The white-haired Chunin frowned, "Are… you positively sure about passing him."

Iruka nodded, "Absolutely… but I'll make sure he works for it, that I can promise you."

And what better start was there then slapping detention over the jinchuriki's head the moment he stepped into class on Monday.

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The next day…

"Oh, this is so awesome!" Naruto exclaimed, slapping his right hand against a tree and watching the jet stream created from the action rip the whole thing right out of the ground and send it hurling over the forest, where it crashed Kami knows how far away. The sound of startled birds scattering filled the air with a sense of haste. The blonde laughed out excitedly upon watching the great fall while running circles, before eventually collapsing on the grass and throwing his hands into the air in triumph.

He methodically looked up at each palm, flexing his fingers to see if each of them were alright. So far he felt no muscle cramps, abnormalities in his movements, changes to his diet, diminishment in his spirit, or anything wrong with his head. In fact, he felt even better than ever. Just what the heck happened to him?

Not only that, how was he able to come up with this strange jutsu in the first place with a simple hand seal? It was unreal.

After practicing it for a majority of the afternoon as well as the entire night beforehand, which meant he got absolutely no sleep whatsoever testing his jutsu out on random, disused objects of various sizes, Naruto was able to grasp the basic concepts of the strange new technique. By gathering chakra through the usual manner and touching any surface area he deemed suitable, he was able to create an ejection point for air. The ejection point imprinted on the surface emitted a jet stream like vortex of wind with enough power behind it to uproot boulders the size of sheds from the ground and propel them at the same speed as objects even smaller and lighter than them.

That was a fuck-ton of power for a single chakra handprint to have.

This was something Naruto was able to deduce all on his own after testing it out in the woods outside of the suburbs. He was able to chuck an entire boulder the size of a roadside stall at the speed of a kunai like it weighed nothing. Wherever the thing landed he sure as hell hoped there were no animals lying in its path.

But damn it, that wasn't even the best part. Fact was he could make multiple ejection points at the same time. All he needed to do was tap his hand against a surface or a series of surfaces one-by-one or with both hands, allowing him to create simultaneous ejection points. Objects were then hurled a distance of about five-hundred meters, and this reach was covered with barely any effort exerted on Naruto's part at all. Though he didn't have full control over it and was just shooting the shit for the fun of it, it was still awesome on so many levels.

Just what the hell kind of chaotic technique did he create?

"And what should I call it?" the blonde thought, staring at his hands as he rotated them under the light of the mid-day sun. "I don't think anyone has heard or used this kind of technique before. I just slap a bit of my chakra against an object and watch it fly off like a rocket using wind. This is something else."

He sat bolt upright and stared down at his palms with complete focus.

It was a Wind Release technique. This was new. Of all the jutsu he could have come up with in his time brainstorming over what kind he could master, his body responded by giving him a Wind Release type. Though it didn't explode, create pretty sparks or flood places, it was definitely mind blowing. At least it stuck to his preferences as to what he wanted.

The technique wasn't a normal wind type either, considering how powerful it was. Furthermore, it could function as both a close-range and long-range jutsu, as it was applied at close range but could also hurl objects of various sizes a considerable distance. The potential behind it was staggering.

This had Naruto thinking over the name he could give this thing.

"It attaches a jet of wind and sends things flying off at breakneck speed. Though I'm sure there's more I can do with it, I need some more time to practice," Naruto thought with a smile, snapping his fingers several times while pointing at his open right hand. "Wind Release… no… too long. Short and simple. Short and simple. Umm… wind, vortex, tornado, jet… uhh… wind… hand… air… hand… air… hand… jet!"

Tapping the side of his head several times with his finger, Naruto then clicked at something before pointing at his right hand victoriously.

"Jet Hand! That's it! That's what I'll call it! Jet Hand!" A touch of brilliance he should say.

With the name given, Naruto then leapt to his feet, ran at a dead tree and slammed his hand against it, a split second before a gale of wind exploded off of its side and ripped the damn thing right out of the ground. It was then sent hurling through the forest and tearing through trees like there was no tomorrow. Hearing it crash in the distance moments later, still stuck with his hand extended in the 'launching' position, the jinchuriki grinned.

"Oh yeah. I've finally got my very own jutsu!"

Yup. He definitely couldn't wait for graduation…

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Monday morning…

"Get back here!" Naruto shouted while leaping off of a nearby roof and trying to make a grab for the bird he was chasing. The swallow ducked right underneath his grasp, making the boy miss and coaxing a growl out of him. "Damn it, Swift-chan! How the hell do you do that! STOP!"

After getting up that morning and readying himself for school, the blonde was all set for a full day of work and training. However, on his way to the academy that morning he was unexpectedly blind sighted by his training companion Swift, the Fire-Breasted Swallow. Immediately recognizing the bird swooping at the back of his head as a challenge of sorts, the blonde quickly changed objectives and gave chase to the cheeky airborne attacker, and took to the rooftops.