The next morning, Maki was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast while Nemuri was in the shower.
Today he was making cream stew.
It was a new dish he had copied flawlessly using his Sharingan.
A thick, silky, snow-white broth filled with colorful bite-sized ingredients. He used tender chicken thighs and added pork for extra depth, along with potatoes, carrots, onions, mushrooms, and broccoli. He prepared a white roux with butter and flour, slowly whisking in milk and a touch of heavy cream to achieve its signature rich yet gentle texture.
When the stew was done, he served it with steamed white rice and arranged everything neatly on the table.
By then, Nemuri had finished changing.
She stepped out wearing a light blue power suit. Structured shoulders. A double-breasted blazer embellished with gold buttons—an executive's armor. The fitted blazer highlighted her curves, paired with a sleek pencil skirt that emphasized her long legs. It wasn't just for appearance; her lower body was still recovering, and the tailored fit gave her the right support.
She took her seat.
Maki served her quietly. Then he clasped his hands together and gave thanks for the meal. They ate together in comfortable silence.
After breakfast, he walked her to the elevator and down to the basement parking area.
Before Nemuri reached her car, she stopped and looked at him.
"Bend down."
He leaned forward.
She kissed him.
What began as a simple goodbye kiss slowly deepened into something warmer—a lingering French kiss filled with unspoken emotions. When they finally parted, Nemuri gently bit his lower lip.
"Goodbye."
"Take care," he replied softly.
She got into her car and drove out of the basement. Maki stood there, watching until the car disappeared from sight.
Only then did he return to the elevator and head back up to the VIP unit.
Inside the condo, he went straight to the kitchen and poured himself another cup of black coffee.
Today, he planned to practice the Shadow Clone Technique.
The information he had received was straightforward.
Tajū Kage Bunshin no Jutsu—the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique.
A high-level A-rank ninjutsu. An advanced version of the standard Shadow Clone.
First: Massive scale. The Tajū version could create hundreds or even thousands of solid, corporeal copies.
Second: Chakra distribution. The user's chakra is divided equally among every clone created. Extremely dangerous. Fatal exhaustion was possible.
Third: Experience transfer. Any knowledge or experience gained by a clone returns to the original when the clone disperses.
Fourth: Combat utility. Clones could perform their own jutsu, act as decoys, or coordinate complex maneuvers.
Chakra was divided mathematically and equally.
If he had 100% chakra and created one clone, both he and the clone would have 50%.
If he created 99 clones, his chakra would split into 100 equal portions. Each body—including the original—would only have 1%.
The risk was obvious.
While the original could recover chakra over time, clones could not. Once their allotted portion was depleted, they would simply disappear.
And then there was the feedback loop.
When a clone was dispelled, any unused chakra returned to him. But the physical fatigue and mental strain did not vanish—they were dumped onto him all at once.
He had already tested a few standard clones before.
They were fragile. Even Nemuri could destroy them after a series of punches. Weak, yes—but useful for chores and multitasking.
And he could feel the feedback every time.
He took a slow sip of coffee.
Then paused.
Why did he feel this technique wasn't enough?
Could his Wood Release create a clone?
That sounded impossible.
Wood… forming a living copy of him?
He placed the cup down.
Clasped his hands.
Closed his eyes.
"Just one clone is enough," he whispered.
Then added quietly,
"One grade of me."
The moment he focused—
His body felt like it was being torn apart.
Not merely chakra splitting in half.
It felt deeper.
As if something fundamental was being carved from him—like sashimi sliced cleanly from the source.
This wasn't just energy division.
If these clones were living organisms made from his own DNA, then what he was feeling was his life force manifesting physically—not a puff of smoke, not an illusion.
It required total inhibition and focus.
If he was distracted or fatigued, he could sense a mental drag—as if the clone depended on his constant will to remain stable.
Then he felt it.
From his side, wood began to form.
A statue slowly molded itself.
First the head.
Then the torso.
Then the legs.
Until a complete wooden replica of Maki stood beside him.
The wooden surface smoothed itself. Refined. Colored. Even the clothes were replicated. The earrings. The exact shade. The texture.
It was as if the wood painted itself into reality.
Then—
The statue blinked.
It breathed.
It moved.
Maki stared in disbelief.
"How is this logically possible…? Wood can do this? It can even paint itself?"
He felt something had been taken from him.
Not just chakra.
Something heavier.
Both of them tilted their heads in sync.
This clone was not like the smoky ones.
Maki 1 looked at Maki 2.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
Maki 2 smiled and rolled up his sleeves.
"Of course."
Maki 1 placed his arm on the table.
"Then let's see who wins."
Arm wrestling. Nothing else.
They clasped hands. Same posture. Same strength. Same expression.
"Three… two… one… go."
Thuuuug.
Both exerted force at the same time.
"Ugh—"
Maki 1 felt the raw power from the clone.
Maki 2 gritted his teeth.
Muscles tightened.
For a moment, they were perfectly balanced.
Then—
Baaang.
Maki 1 forced Maki 2's arm down onto the table.
Silence.
Both raised their eyebrows simultaneously.
Then they spoke at the same time.
"So it wasn't half and half…"
"It was half… and whole."..
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Trivia.
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In fishing terminology, a group of fish that looks the same—meaning they are the same species and roughly the same size—is most commonly called a school.
School: The standard term for a synchronized group of the same species.
Shoal: A looser group of fish hanging out together (not necessarily swimming in the same direction).
Grade: A term used specifically when all the fish in a group are the same size (e.g., "a good grade of tuna
Pod: Often used for small, tight groups of larger fish, like bass or tarpon.
Blitz: Used when a large group of identical predatory fish are all feeding on the surface at once.
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PART 2
In the world of Naruto, fans have been asking this (and writing fan fiction about it) since the early 2000s. To give you a straight answer: theoretically, yes, but it depends entirely on which version of the jutsu you're using.
The mechanics of the show actually provide some pretty specific rules on how this would play out.
The "Clone" Breakdown
Jutsu Type Physicality Sensory Feedback
Clone Jutsu (Bunshin no Jutsu) No. Just an illusion/afterimage. None. You'd just fall through it.
Shadow Clone (Kage Bunshin) Yes. These are solid, physical copies. Extreme. All sensations are sent back to the original.
The Shadow Clone Factor
The Shadow Clone Jutsu is the "gold standard" for this topic because the clones are physically real. However, there is a massive catch: The Feedback Loop.
Shared Experience: When a Shadow Clone "pops" (dispels), all the memories and physical sensations it experienced are instantly transferred back to the original user.
The Overload: If a clone experiences pleasure, the original feels it later. If a clone gets exhausted, the original feels that too.
The "Ouch" Factor: Shadow clones are fragile. If things get a little too... intense... and the clone poofs, that sensory "pop" might be a bit of a mood killer.
The "Sexy Jutsu" (Oiroke no Jutsu)
Naruto actually invented a variation of this specifically for distraction. By combining transformation with cloning, he created the "Harem Jutsu." In the context of the show, it's used as a joke or a prank to incapacitate older ninjas with nosebleeds, but it confirms that the user has full control over the physical appearance of the clones.....
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Even the clones of Naruto, when he become a hokage, could feel the stress with those piles of paper works...
(.･´д`･.)
The Verdict
Technically, it is one of the most versatile tools in a ninja's kit for any physical activity. However, given how much mental and physical strain it puts on the user once the clones disappear, it's probably a lot more exhausting than it looks.
For normal clones but when it comes to Hashirama Wood clones....it's a different story...and—
( ＞Д＜;)....