"If you truly wish to learn, then prove it—agree now, and stop what you are doing immediately."
The opportunity lay before them, clear as daylight, and it was their choice whether to seize it or waste it.
"Sure."
"Sure."
Their voices overlapped in perfect unison, an almost instinctive tacit agreement. Tuyu's confidence carried in her tone as she added with assurance, "Then I'll release Moyu's binding on you at once."
"Good."
The spell dissolved as easily as it had been woven. Frost fractured and fell away, vanishing like mist under sunlight. Naruto and Sasuke stared down at their limbs in disbelief, flexing their fingers as if to confirm they were truly free. Their astonishment lingered, unable to fade in the wake of what they had just witnessed.
So incredible.
Moyu's technique—he had frozen them in place as though he had stopped time itself. To them it felt impossible, something beyond the reach of any ordinary Shinigami. Very few in Soul Society could wield such strength with such ease.
Moyu, however, looked almost bemused by their reaction, faintly dumbfounded that such a display left them so shaken. "Is it really so surprising?" he asked quietly, tone calm yet edged with puzzlement. "What I've shown is nothing more than a mid-level Kido, guided with Reiatsu control. My strength is still only at the middle stages. There's much I've yet to refine."
His answer, spoken with disarming humility, only fueled their awe.
Both leaned forward, eyes bright with sudden excitement, their voices tumbling out together. "Can you teach us? How did you do it?"
The light in their pupils was undeniable, reflecting an eagerness that could not be faked. They longed for his answer, hungering for the strength he wielded so effortlessly.
"You want to learn?" Moyu raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of amusement and quiet severity. "It's possible. I'm willing to teach. But on one condition." His gaze sharpened, sweeping over both of them. "From this moment forward, you must abandon this childishness—stop wasting energy on petty quarrels and pointless rivalries. You're not children anymore. You should be pouring yourselves into honing your strength, not chasing each other in circles."
His words landed heavy, yet necessary.
The two looked at one another in awkward silence, neither eager to admit fault, yet unable to deny the truth. Sasuke broke it first, his voice clipped but clear. "Did you hear what Moyu said? From now on, stop picking fights with me. Drop your constant disputes."
Naruto scoffed, a sharp grin curling at the corner of his mouth. "Ha! That's rich. You should be saying that to yourself. You're the one who keeps running up to me, looking for trouble."
Their bickering resumed in an instant, the sharp rhythm of their words clashing like blades.
Moyu exhaled, helpless, watching the exchange. "You're both bleeding each other dry with this nonsense," he muttered, voice tinged with resignation.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "You're the one spouting nonsense. You've no right to lecture me when you're always the one provoking."
Naruto fired back, "And you think you're any better? You never shut up, always acting like you're above me."
What happened between them to twist every word into another quarrel? Moyu no longer cared to unravel it. His earlier command had at least reined in their tempers; though they argued still, the heat had cooled, reduced to embers rather than flames.
So he simply stood there quietly, watching. And though their voices clashed, it was undeniably better than the chaos from before.
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