BOOM.
As the sun just finished setting behind the high mountains surrounding Kumogakure, suddenly the Blazing Sprit Dojo began to shake intensely like in an earthquake, the momentary violence accompanied by the sound of an explosion somewhere in the forest relatively closeby. The mushroom cloud, black against even the darkness of the night sky due to the release of shadow chakra as opposed to fire, hung high in the air above the forest clearing where the building stood. Saito didn't expect the jutsu to do that... and stood back with jaw agape, panting after the use of such energy, amazed at the size of it. Fortunately the boy thought ahead to train in a large, rocky clearing in the middle of the woods as destroying a chunk of the Ancient Forest constituted no part of his plan to develop his Explosion style, so no collateral damage occurred beyond inanimate stone ground reduced to powdered dust. Still though, the boy would never have thought he was capable of such an event.
"Your ability to transpose jutsu into shadow has improved greatly over the course of our training, Saito-kun," Grandfather Copycat commented, watching the boy's technique from some steps behind him. Taking time to reflect upon their time together since reuniting in the Land of Tea, the elder spirit had to admit to himself that the boy had improved. Saito was never exactly hopeless -- the Samsara blood flowed through him as intensely as it did in past generations, perhaps moreso. But comparing his skill level then to his present growth would be like comparing a light breeze to a raging tempest. The child had learned to tap into his advanced affinity, and he'd definitely learned power. Now he needed to learn how to concentrate it so that its intensity could be moderated. The old spirit chuckled to itself as it looked up at the slowly dispersing cloud of violence. It wouldn't be long before his mortal sensei, not far away at the Blazing Spirit Dojo, would come to investigate the unexpected carnage.
Looking at his many times great-grandson with a certain degree of fondness, the Elder Samsara wondered how long it would be until Tatsuo suggested the Chuunin exam. The boy was late afterall, his last-minute switch to medical study delaying him a touch. Still though, he'd be one of the youngest in attendance; while an 11 year old taking the Chuunins wasn't unheard of, it was still relatively rare. Grandfather Copycat kept clear of the relationship between the child and his Jounin master, not wanting to interfere with what had clearly become an important bond for both of them, and also left the topic of the Chuunin exam for Tatsuo to raise. It would likely not be much longer though. The old spirit chuckled to himself, his senses picking up on the young Senju Archsage dashing from the dojo to the clearing at all speed, likely some kind of concerned. Somehow, he suspected that this particular evening still held more interesting events to behold.
"You're not done yet, Saito-kun. Prepare yourself."
[MFT, WC = 513]
[Requesting Tatsuo]