Object Transmutation is the art of turning one item into another—visually, audibly, by scent or touch, it must be flawless.
Sounds simple, but in reality, executing it is incredibly difficult.
Genjutsu typically works by using chakra to disrupt the opponent's five senses, interfering with their chakra to trap them in an illusion, affecting their perception.
At the most basic level, it causes minor hallucinations. At more advanced levels, it can drag someone's mind into a full mental world.
But Object Transmutation doesn't act directly on the target. It affects the surrounding environment.
Using senjutsu chakra to alter your surroundings—changing them until they become indistinguishable from reality.
Just like the Ryūchi Cave created by Tagorihime—Kiyosuke couldn't spot any flaws.
Even though the theory behind Object Transmutation isn't all that complicated, Kiyosuke still didn't fully grasp it.
"Those who get it, get it. Those who don't... well, you'll have to figure it out yourself," Tagorihime said.
"I get the theory. But how do you actually do it?"
"You simulate a shell that looks like the real thing using senjutsu chakra. Your job is to keep refining that shell until no one can tell the difference between it and the real object," Tagorihime explained calmly.
Object Transmutation is the art of creating a perfect replica using senjutsu chakra.
It must be indistinguishable from the real thing—but achieving that level of perfection takes time, experience, and a huge amount of effort.
It's far more troublesome than Inorganic Reincarnation or the White Rage Technique.
Tagorihime picked up a stone and tossed it to Kiyosuke.
"Use the method I taught you. Turn this rock into a shuriken."
"Oh, alright!"
Kiyosuke closed his eyes and entered Sage Mode.
He began coating the stone in senjutsu chakra, picturing the shape of a shuriken in his mind.Carefully, he molded the chakra around the stone to form the weapon's shape.
The rock slowly started to take on the appearance of a shuriken—
When suddenly, Tagorihime appeared behind him and smacked him on the head.
"Ow! That hurt!"
The shape he had worked so hard to form instantly collapsed.
He turned to glare at her.
"What the hell?! I was almost done!"
"Almost? Not even close. You're far too easily distracted. This is the Ryūchi Cave. If you were in the middle of a battle, you wouldn't have the luxury of slowly forming an illusion like this."
She wasn't wrong.
At Kiyosuke's current speed, Object Transmutation was completely impractical in real combat.
"I'm just not used to it yet. I'll get there eventually."
Tagorihime snorted and didn't respond.
Getting started is hard.
The middle is harder.
And the end? The hardest of all.
"You're way too slow. I'll give you one day. By this time tomorrow, I expect you to transform that stone into a perfect shuriken—in just one second. This is just the first step. We've got a long road ahead."
Clearly, this lesson on Object Transmutation was going to take a while...
"You've got to be kidding."
"No jokes. You don't have to learn it," Tagorihime replied.
"But this is how I teach. What awaits you... is hell."
Kiyosuke grimaced and sped up.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
In Sage Mode, he couldn't make too many clones—splitting off that much senjutsu chakra would disrupt the balance.
He could either maintain Sage Mode himself or let the clones handle it in normal form.
In the end, Kiyosuke managed to create four clones.
"Let's pick up the pace, everyone! We're not gonna learn this just standing around!"
"Ohhhh!!!"
Together with his clones, Kiyosuke raised his arms and launched into training.
Tagorihime watched their frantic effort with a small snort.
"Using shadow clones to speed up your training, huh? A smart move. I'll be back tomorrow at this time to check your results. That shuriken better be perfect. Don't even think about trying to fool me."
With that, her body disappeared back into the Ryūchi Cave.
Kiyosuke sighed.
One of his clones muttered,
"That old hag... Tagitsuhime's way easier to deal with."
"For real."
"Her attitude sucks.
If this wasn't her exclusive technique, I'd have gone straight to Ichikishimahime's place."
"Mhm. Ichikishimahime's great. Flat is justice. If she had white hair and red eyes, she'd be right on my strike zone."
"She'd hit our strike zone too!"
"We're all Kiyosuke here—charge, gentlemen!"
"Hahaha! Let's finish this training so we can start crafting our own AR scenes! We could make anything!"
That's right—Kiyosuke wasn't learning Object Transmutation to fight.
He'd always been more of a brute-force type.
Genjutsu? Please.
What truly fascinated him about Object Transmutation was its power to recreate things.
The possibilities were endless.
You could make all sorts of fun stuff with it!
Motivated by this goal, Kiyosuke and his clones dove into training.
At one point, Ichikishimahime came by to check on him—
Only for one of the clones to send her away immediately.
Seeing how seriously Kiyosuke was working, she decided not to interrupt.
...
By the end of the day, the clones all dispelled—leaving Kiyosuke to absorb their accumulated experience and fatigue.
He collapsed to the ground, fast asleep.
...
The next morning, he got up, washed up, ate a quick meal, and dove straight back into training.
At the appointed time, Tagorihime reappeared, looking down at him.
"Let's see what you've got."
"Alright."
He picked up a stone.
Senjutsu chakra flared out.
In one second, the stone transformed into a perfect shuriken.
Shape, size, angles—everything was spot on.
Tagorihime picked it up and frowned.
"You didn't simulate the heat. It still feels like stone—the coldness of steel isn't there.And there are plenty of imperfections."
Pointing out all the issues, she said,
"Still... not bad. Keep going. You're not done until I say you are."
"Got it."
He summoned his clones again and continued training.
When he got hungry, he ate military rations.
Thirsty? He drank straight from the cave's underground springs.
To be honest, the water in the Ryūchi Cave tasted pretty great.
He even spotted a few cave creatures nearby—proof that the water quality was top-notch.
As time went on, Tagorihime's standards grew stricter.
It wasn't enough to mimic the shape anymore—
He had to recreate the scent, the temperature, the weight, the texture.
Everything had to be absolutely identical.
It nearly drove him and his clones insane.
...
Two months later—
Kiyosuke stared at the Ichiraku Ramen bowl in front of him, drooling.
The brown broth shimmered with oil.
Each noodle glistened with sheen, perfectly separated.
The toppings were beautifully arranged.
Steam wafted upward, carrying the scent right to his nose.
His appetite went wild.
Tagorihime studied it for a while and finally said,
"Good. You pass."
Kiyosuke let out a long breath.
Finally... he passed.
Finally... he passed!!!!
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