Tomorrow was the start of the Chunin Exams—a test of skill, intelligence, and strength. You weren't about to enter unprepared.

Taking a deep breath, you flipped open the worn pages of your jutsu book. You had already mastered three techniques, but today was about refining them, ensuring they were battle-ready, and maybe—just maybe—unlocking something new.

First, the Blooming Petal Sheild.

Ram, Hare, Flower.

You focused your chakra, and the flowers around you stirred in response. They lifted from the ground, swirling into a tight sphere around you like a protective cocoon. You held the stance, feeling the shield's energy humming through the petals. Strong. Controlled.

Lee's voice echoed in your mind from the last spar. "It's an incredible technique! But can you keep it up under pressure?"

You tensed, imagining an opponent's attack. The shield wavered. Not enough. You needed endurance. You pushed yourself, maintaining the technique for as long as you could until finally, the petals fluttered back to the ground, your breath coming out in small pants.

Second, the Floral Clone Mirage.

Clone, Rat, Flower.

Loose petals lifted around you, swirling and shaping into a perfect illusion of yourself. It wasn't just about forming the clone—it needed to move, act, react. You watched as your floral duplicate mimicked your stance, waiting.

"Move," you whispered.

The clone darted forward, mirroring your steps. Not perfect, but better than before. You needed to work on its speed and reaction time, but the foundation was solid.

Third, the Dancing Bloom Kunais.

You reached into your basket, fingers brushing against the cool metal of your kunai. This jutsu was a fusion of precision and nature—one that made your attacks unpredictable.

Tiger, Bird, Flower.

The kunai in your hand shimmered as chakra-imbued petals wrapped around it like a second layer. You flung it forward, and just before it hit the ground, the petals burst apart, sending a flurry of razor-sharp floral blades in every direction.

One petal struck a tree, embedding itself into the bark. You smiled. It was sharper now—more controlled. The Dancing Bloom Kunais were finally coming together.

Your fingers flipped through the jutsu book until you found a page you had never paid much attention to before.

Wisteria's Embrace.
"A technique that binds the enemy in vines of chakra-infused flowers, restricting movement completely. The stronger the chakra control, the stronger the hold."

You exhaled slowly. A jutsu like this could be useful in battle—if you could get it to work.

Standing in the middle of the field, you took a deep breath and wove the hand signs.

Ox. Snake. Flower.

You channeled chakra into the ground, willing the flowers to move. For a moment, the petals trembled—but then nothing.

You frowned.

Again.

Ox, Snake, Flower.

You pushed more chakra out, focusing harder. The flowers stirred, but they barely lifted before collapsing back onto the ground.

Again.

You grit your teeth, trying to channel the right amount of chakra. This time, the flowers twitched and lifted slightly—but they still weren't forming vines.

Your frustration grew. You had mastered other techniques before, so why was this one so difficult? Was it your control? The amount of chakra? You didn't know.

You crouched down, running your hands through the grass, feeling the soft petals brush against your fingers. They responded to you, but not in the way you needed them to.

Was it even worth trying again?

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head.

No. You weren't leaving this field until you got it right.

Standing up, you steadied yourself.

Ox. Snake. Flower.

You pushed chakra through the earth—not just into the flowers, but into their roots, into their very essence.

The petals trembled. Then, suddenly, vines of wisteria shot from the ground, twisting and coiling like living ropes. They lashed out, wrapping tightly around a nearby tree, securing it completely.

Your breath caught.

It worked.

The vines shimmered with chakra, holding firm until you released them. Slowly, they loosened and fell away, leaving nothing but the swaying flowers in their place.

You let out a shaky breath, staring at where the vines had been.

It had taken longer than expected, but you had done it.

Tomorrow, you would enter the exams stronger than before.

(739 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘋𝘚)