The camp was quiet, save for the hum of Kaminari's electricity and the sharp thud of shurikens hitting wooden stakes. Occasionally, the cool breeze rolling down from Mount Fuji would rustle through the area, carrying with it a peaceful stillness.

  As the sky darkened and the moon illumihe sery, creating a serene aiful atmosphere, Kaminari's mood was anything but serene.

  For ohe dimming light made it harder to aim at the wooden stakes. And sed, the repetitive practice had bee excruciatingly dull.

  Not only was he throwing shurikens over and ain, but after each round, he had to jog over to the stakes to retrieve the four shurikens.

  Earlier, Kaminari had asked Edgeshot if he could use more shurikens to avoid all the bad-forth, but the answer he received left him speechless.

  "There are plenty of shurikens, but I won't give them to you. This way, you'll cherish every throw."

  Kaminari uood the reasoning. Edgeshot wasn't talking about cherishing the physical shurikens themselves, but rather valuing the precision, form, and focus behind each throw.

  The quickest way to reduce the tedious trips to retrieve them was to sharpen his skills and perfect the fual movements as soon as possible.

  With this in mind, Kaminari shifted his attitude, much like he had back when he practiced mianiputions of his electricity in the depths of Omiya Park.

  "If I 't hit the mark after ten throws, then I'll try a hundred. If I 't do it after a huhen I'll do it a thousand!"

  "I'm sure even a genius like Itachi Uchiha had to practice tless times before achieving mastery of his shuriken teiques!"

  Resolute, Kaminari tio throw with unwavering focus, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Uhe moonlight, the faint glimmer of sweat reflected the cold silver glow.

  Oher side of the camp, Edgeshot, noed in goldericity thanks to Kaminari's high-voltage boost, had entered a mysterious aeate of "stillness."

  This time, however, the crity he experienced wasn't internal but external.

  Over the years, Edgeshot had refined his internal awareo the point of near-perfe, achieving a level where he could manipute his body through sheer mental focus without needing to close his eyes.

  But now, thanks to the external amplification of his spirit through the high-voltage current, he could sehe world around him in ways he hought possible.

  "I see it!"

  "I see every movement, the mosquitoes' flight patterns, the breeze as it flows past, even the grains of sand shifting on the ground."

  "No, that's nht…"

  "It's not 'seeing.' This world has no color or shape—it's all vibrations. I'm sensing the vibrations."

  "This feeling… it must be 'awareness.'"

  However, a lingering question bothered him: could this state only be achieved in the "activated" dition, with Kaminari's electricity enhang him?

  If that was the case, it roblem. He couldn't rely on Kaminari to be by his side 24/7, ag as a personal power source.

  "I have to master this ability on my own!"

  Even so, Edgeshot couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had stumbled upon a level of meditation that surpassed anything his predecessors had reached, even his own master.

  "This must be what Eraser Head called 'spiritual proje.' At first, I thought it only applied to him because of his unique Quirk. But my situation is different, it's purely sensory. I 't affect external objects; I only detect them."

  "And the range isn't very rge… maybe a three-meter radius at best."

  He sighed inwardly, returning to the same question: how could he practice this on his own?

  Bzzzt…

  The electricity ed around him began to dissipate as the high-speed activation wore off.

  "Hmm?"

  Edgeshot realized the "world" he had been sensing was fading rapidly, slipping into darkness as the e to his surroundings broke off.

  For a brief moment, an inexplicable disfort settled over him. Then, with some reluce, he opened his eyes auro reality.

  "Kaminari Denki…"

  His eyes nded on Kaminari in the distance, who was silently practig his shuriken throws.

  "Thank you. Thank you for helping me see… a new 'world.'"

  Standing tall atop a teer-high bamboo pole, Edgeshot gazed at the glowing moon overhead, his heart swelling with determination.

  "Master," he whispered, "I've made my decision. I will take him as my disciple!"

  A cool night wind swept through the camp, causing his uniform ribbons to flutter in the breeze.

  Below him, the soft sounds of shurikens embedding into wooden stakes blended with the rustling bamboo and the silver glow of the moonlight. The night, the sereing, and the two figures practig side by side formed a strikingly picturesque moment.

  ---

  The days that followed blurred together into a routine.

  Wake up. Breakfast. Meditation. Patrol. Dinner. Practice.

  Again and again.

  Time moved steadily but surely, with Kaminari and Edgeshot growing and evolving uhe shadow of the mighty Mount Fuji.

  Finally, the m of the sixth day arrived.

  "Kaminari, today is the st day," Edgeshot said calmly over breakfast. "As per reement, you'll patrol alooday."

  The breakfast was the same as usual—grilled fish, miso soup, rice, and pickles.

  "Yes, I'm ready. What about you?" Kaminari asked, nodding while gng curiously at his now-official master.

  Three days ago, Edgeshot had casually asked Kaminari if he'd like to bee his disciple. Kaminari had agreed without hesitation, and that was that—no grand ceremony, just a simple exge of words.

  As part of this informal pact, Kaminari had received four additional star-shaped shurikens and a standard kunai.

  "I'll stay here. I've made progress on 'that move,'" Edgeshot replied, a flicker of excitement in his usually posed voice.

  Kaminari's heart skipped a beat. He kly what "that move" referred to.

  After Kaminari had mastered the basics of shuriken throwing, Edgeshot had told him to aim directly at him and throw with full force while he stood with his back turned, eyes closed.

  At the time, Edgeshot had been ed in Kaminari's high-voltage current, yet the result had left Kaminari speechless.

  For half an hour, Edgeshot barely moved, dodging every single shuriken with subtle, precise shifts.

  At first, Kaminari had doubted his own skills, but Edgeshot expihe process. Three terms immediately popped into Kaminari's mind:

  "Paper Arts? Or Observation Haki"

  "If I master this ability," Edgeshot had said with a smile, "I'll pletely ter No. 3 Hero Hawks!"

  "Why No. 3? Shouldn't your first target be No. 4, Best Jeanist?" Kaminari had asked, puzzled. Logically, No. 5 should aim to surpass No. 4 first.

  At the time, Edgeshot's face darkened.

  "Have you finished eating? If so, get outside and practieditation!" he had snapped.