AN: Hey there Guys and Gals! It is I, Thewackness135 here with another chapter of Spiral Legend!

A lot of my recent PMS have been about updating this story, and I honestly never expected this much support in the short time it has been up, so I thank all of you!

But to warn you, I'm a lazy guy. With not-so-lazy friends. So I apologize that my updates for any of my stories are usually weeks if not full on months apart. I still haven't updated A Simple Cartographer, and it's been like 8 or 9 months, and that's one of my most popular stories.

Also haven't updated my DXD story "Goddamnit" that exploded in popularity and a lot of people PM me about, but eh, I'm working on it.

Then I write more stories based on a what if idea, or an interesting fact, or for shits and giggles like my other DxD story, which also hasn't been updated in forever. I may have lost sight of this one, don't really know what to do with it.

It just turns into this never ending Spiral of me trying to focus on my remaining stories, then having a new idea catch my fancy, write a chapter for it, have people like that story and it becomes kinda popular, then weeks go by and I receive a lot of update messages and I'm sitting there writing a new story again, screaming "WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF!".

I don't know why.

I just want the suffering to end.

…

Tired of hearing me bitch for about 200 words or so? Probably even more because I suck at any and all mathematics?

You are?

This is the problem; no one wants to listen to me. I want help but no one wants to help me…

I guess this is my fate.

Just start the damn chapter already!

Fonts: See first chapter

DISCLAIMER: Thewackness135 does not own any Naruto, Hero Academia, or any other Manga/Anime/Novels involved. Each belongs to their respective owners, who happen to not be me. If I did, however, manage to obtain said rights to these series… I dunno, probably Scar-Face up my house and die in a pile of Cocaine and Opiates

Story: Spiral Legend: What Makes A Hero?

Ch.2: Explanations and the Ten Month Training Trip From Hell.

-Chapter Begin-

Sitting in his hospital room late at night, Naruto Namikaze pondered many of the events that had led him to his current position.

Today had been quite the abnormal day for Naruto Namikaze.

This was especially impressive considering that the world he lived in consisted of superpowers and where these Heroes made money off of how many crimes they prevented. Also the fact that every petty crime ended up with someone turning into a monster or destroying half a city block and yet nobody batted an eye was just as strange.

Ah. Yes. Now to deal with the source of the ringing in his ears.

"Could you please stop yelling? You're giving me a bigger headache in my room than the one I had before coming to this place!" The Blond yelled before hearing a slight decrease of booming laughter in his hospital room.

The source of the laughter was an enormous man in his later years, with Blond hair that was slicked back, save for two long tufts that stuck up like long ears. This individual was heavily muscled, eyes cast in shadow, his laughter that was previously decreased coming back in full force.

"Agahh!"

Before coughing up blood profusely and turning into a much less impressive version of himself. Still as tall as he was before, but his physique was that of a corpse. Long, skinny, emaciated limbs stretched from his body. His top row of teeth almost always showing, his face appearing haggard and triangular in shape. His hair was now dull and string-like, much different from the shining Blond it had once been moments prior.

Ignoring the blood flying around, the young Namikaze decided to enjoy the near silent tone of the room, "Much, much better".

"Hmmmhh!" The skeleton before him cleared his throat, before he pointed to the recording on the T.V. screen in the room, showing just what had put the young lad into the hospital in the first place. It was a rather grand sight to behold.

Fire blazed everywhere, civilians mouths were open in screams that went unheard, heroes everywhere trying to evacuate the populace and keep the destruction at bay. And yet, the culprits had yet to be detained. The duo of a giant humanoid with a bulbous nose and bald head that seemed to be made of pure metal, and a giant pile of sludge that had a pair of eyes and a mouth. The Mud one had invaded the body of a middle schooler with a powerful Quirk, one that controlled the ability of combustion and explosions.

All anyone could do was stare on in horror as the villainous duo wreaked havoc upon the city, unable to do anything due to the composition of the Villains' bodies were too difficult to strike, as well as the fact they had a hostage.

And yet one young man rushed at them without a shred of doubt in his mind, despite all the heroes around yelling at him to stop. His very appearance the very definition of plain, his eyes so full with fear, his curly green hair waving as he ran. This was Izuku Midoriya, an individual born without a Quirk, possessing no special qualities of his own, despite his overwhelming desire to become a Hero and save others.

He was soon followed by another, more reckless individual that wanted nothing more than to make sure his friend didn't die. Blond, spiky hair was pushed back by the wind. Amethyst eyes fierce in their determination. His whisker marks on his face stretched back as he yelled out to his friend, hand outstretched as he reached out to save him.

This was Naruto four hours prior.

In all this confusion and haste, not even the latest of the two realized just what was happening as he threw an object at insane speeds, tearing through the air like a bullet as it stopped the Sludge Villain from using his hostage to obliterate Izuku.

As he shoved a glowing, spiraling sphere of blue into the other Metallic Villains gut, and sent him flying through multiple walls.

The image cut out soon after, the Hero before him, All-Might, stopping the Sludge Villain with a single punch, catching Naruto's prone form in his arms as the Namikaze lost consciousness.

It was re-winded rather suddenly, back to the point just before the sphere of rotation hit the Metallic Troll's gut.

"See! Right there!" The Emaciated All-Might shouted, despite the blood that dripped from the corner of his mouth, "This is it! Your Active Quirk!" He finished, his enthusiastic look disturbing the young student before him.

Naruto looked on in slight confusion, "There you go on again about this 'Active Quirk' thing." He let his head droop onto his hand, as he sat upright from his bed, "I already told you, my Quirk can only heal me a little, and sometimes objects if I get my blood on them".

Seriously, how many times did he have to explain this to the old man?

All his Quirk did was heal slight injuries, bumps and bruises, that kind of thing. Nothing more, nothing less. The most recent development was that if he could get his blood on something broken, it would be repaired into a haggard version of itself, like a vase would look super-glued back together after he was done.

It was still something that wouldn't let him do much.

"Tsk, tsk, young Shonen" The Hero wagged a finger in front of him, before pointing to the paused video once again, "You're failing to see the full picture here! If that was all you could truly do, if that was all your potential was limited to, then how would you be able to explain this?!"

The Namikaze was about to refute this claim, but was interrupted by the Hero once again.

All-Might cleared his throat once again, before he used both hands to simultaneously point at Naruto and the him inside the video, "In this world of ours, filled with the impossible, the unseen, and the freakish, you think that anything isn't possible? Wrong I say!" He threw his arms up, spreading them outwards, "Long before our world saw Quirks, people were constantly pursuing and then doing the impossible, to achieve what was considered imaginary and make it their reality!"

"Many Quirks develop at the ages of five through nine; many of these children then gain massive power and responsibility. And yet how many stood there while you and your young friend Midoriya rushed towards danger?" A smirk, while creepy due to his looks, appeared on his face, "For the first time in a very long time, me, a Pro Hero, was inspired by ordinary people!" He flinched, before looking back to the Whiskered Blond.

"No, I take that back." He once again yelled with youthful energy, "I refuse to call such brave young men ordinary. While many would consider your bodies that, your spirit is definitely something that cannot be summed up by a dull word such as ordinary!"

His hands slammed against a desk, "And once again, not even a second sooner than your last act, you once again surpassed your limits, everyone's expectations, and shattered what was considered impossible with your own hands, your own desire to save another!"

He stared into the eyes of the Namikaze… No, the young hero before him.

"The shackles that you once put upon yourself, as well as the ones put on you by others, have been thoroughly ground away."

He smiled, "All by your determination."

"Now, Shonen." He held up his hands, his right hand having only one finger held up, "In this world, there has so far been one solid rule." He pointed to his held up finger, "You either have one Quirk." He then formed a fist with his right hand, "Or you have none, a condition now known as Quirkless."

Naruto, throughout this rousing speech, was only further confused, "Then what you were talking about me earlier doesn't really make any sense then. You just said that a person could only have one Quirk, but a couple of minutes ago, you were talking about an 'Active Quirk' and 'Passive Quirk'?" All-Might was only contradicting himself at that point. Just what was he getting at?

The Pro Hero's booming voice once again sounded, as his grin returned full force, "That's what I've been talking about this entire time, Shonen!" He leaned forward, using the desk next to the bed, "For eons, Humans have been struggling to reach new and greater heights! And due to your determination and desires, you have shattered what has been known as common knowledge for years, after even painstaking research concluding the one solid rule about our abilities…"

"You have made such an impossibility a reality."

"To further explain, some children can inherit one of, or a combination of their parents Quirks. While some may seem to be completely separate and different Quirks, they are in fact the same."

"The reason for this is, having another ability would put extreme stress on the body, more than humanely survivable. To have such great power flowing through you naturally, would be a heavy, heavy burden that not one child could carry."

He smiled solemnly, "I believe your power was supposed to be much more than what it is… Definitely more than what it is now. It could've been used to heal, to recover, to relieve so much hate as you went around rebuilding the bonds between people."

The Teen before All-Might was beginning to feel uneasy. To him, the Hero was now spouting insanity, "What… What do you mean? How does any of this come back to me?! What do you mean by my power being much less than what it could've been?!"

"Because." All-Might started, "In order to relieve much of the stress and burden on your body, your healing is almost always in action, focusing solely on keeping your body in a working condition."

The Teen was silent after that.

"If you had been born without this stress on your body, then you could've been one of the greatest healers on this planet. You would've been able to heal from any injury, and in turn healed anyone else's ailments with but a drop of your blood."

All-Might produced some papers from his pocket, "Since you were unconscious due to the extreme stress on your body as well as the Villains, the doctors saw fit to do some bloodwork, to run some tests."

Uncharacteristic seriousness was shown by All-Might, the normally jovial Hero matching his gaunt appearance.

"Naruto Namikaze… It appears you are the first person to be born with not one, but two Quirks."

"The ability to heal, and the ability to control rotation."

The Pro closed his eyes, letting the information sink in. This was news that could, and certainly will change the boy's life. Knowing what could have been. Not having to have known all that ridicule.

"Does…"

All-Might looked up, seeing the Student before him speak.

"Does this mean that I can still do that awesome ball thing from before?"

He nearly choked on his spit.

"Because." The Whiskered Teen went on, "If I can still do that, I can be a Hero, right?"

The Pro started shaking. This, this was what the boy was worried about? Not any regrets about what could've been? He'd… He'd…

He'd certainly underestimated this kid

"Ahaha…"

Muscles bulged, as All-Might was revealed in his full glory.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"

Once again, Naruto covered his ears and tried to wait out the ringing in them.

"Great! Wonderful young Shonen! Not one to think about the past, I like that!"

"Well, yeah." Naruto started, staring at the now muscled behemoth in front of him, "I mean, if I still focused on all that stuff from back then, I'd probably be some kind of dark and brooding guy with a stick up his ass."

"Besides, Now I have something I can work with." An excited grin formed, determination now flaring up in his eyes, "I can really show a lot of people!" His eyes turned gleeful, "Even the Bastard King Bakugou himself will get whats his."

All-Might raised his eyebrow at this, Certainly he wa-

"And now I can finally look at my kid self and say that we did it."

Naruto then rose up, lifting himself off of the bed, his legs sturdy as his feet touched the ground. He looked at the Pro Hero, before giving his first genuine grin in a while, "Thanks for coming here… For seeing me."

He noticed the bag of his clothes at his bedside, going to the bathroom in his room and getting dressed inside.

He emerged, once again adorning his street clothes, his grey jeans, red shoes, black long-sleeve shirt, his jacket that started black and faded into red flames. He finished it all by finishing the knot of his Orange bandanna, tying it around his neck.

He didn't wait for the hospital to discharge him, as he was going to need all the time he could get if he wanted to get started.

As he reached the door, he turned to see All-Might in his skeleton-like appearance. He gave a smirk, before turning and opening the door.

"Thanks… And you better wait for me when I take that top spot of yours, got it?"

With that, he left.

His day had finally come.

Out in the streets, the stars twinkling in the night sky above, Naruto pulled out his phone, and tapped a number steadily into his phone.

*Brrrinnnnggg*

"Hello~"

Naruto took a breath, "Hey Ero-Sennin…"

"I see that you're out of the hospital now… I wonder what you could possibly want with little ol' me."

Damnit, he could practically hear the smugness in the old pervert's voice.

"U.A…. I'm in."

"Good choice kid, I'll be waiting."

Chaos and confusion among the media was to be expected.

Naruto Namikaze, who had once been deemed as good as Quirkless, had defeated a Villain that even Strength-Type Heroes had been unable to defeat. To top it all off, he had done it with a single blow, using an ability that would have proved impossible.

He had used a different ability than what his Quirk had been known to be.

The news has spread like wildfire seemingly overnight.

So there was even more confusion when it was revealed that the young lad wasn't still being treated in the hospital, and had left the previous night, to many reporter's dismay. Each had hoped to be the first to interview the young sensation, to have the first details about his confrontation from his viewpoint, and of course to mainly question him about his new ability.

To interview the first person in history with more than one Quirk.

You didn't need to be a doctor to figure out exactly what had happened to the Teen. In most of the comics from the past, powers were usually awoken when under extreme stress, or appeared at a certain time. Dormant abilities.

And it seemed that the threat of the Villains was just what was needed to unlock whatever had kept them dormant.

They all wondered where he had gone.

Amethyst eyes snapped open, their owner moving from his bed just in time to avoid a kick that nearly destroyed the piece of furniture.

*CRACK*

Nevermind, it did destroy his bed.

"Agahhh!"

Stumbling away from the destroyed place of rest, Naruto groggily stood up, seeing the culprit staring at him with an almost proud grin.

"Ero-Sennin! What the hell!" The Blond exclaimed, staring at his destroyed sanctuary, "That was my friggin' bed! Why?!"

Jiraiya, in all his perverse glory, stared right back as he lifted his feet from the bed, "Because Gaki." He removed himself from the rubble, slapping his shoulders to remove dome dust from his clothes, "Where we're going, you aren't going to need that."

Naruto raised his brow in confusion, "A bed?"

"No." The Sage's eyes widened impossibly as he smirked, "Sleep".

The Whiskered Teen sighed.

It was going to be a long day

"Where in the name of all that is righteous are we?"

He studied the surroundings that he had been brought to.

It was well outside of city limits, mostly a flat plain, littered with tall rocks and boulders, a few trees around.

Except for the two of them, it was completely isolated.

Naruto had changed from his usual outfit, into a simple pair of black shorts and Orange T-shirt.

The Old Toad before him gestured to behind him, "This, Kid, is where we'll be training your ass for the next couple of months".

"Your first part of training will be essentially the same as I've always trained you."

"Drop and give me two hundred"

And so his ten months had begun.

"Again!"

He thrust his palm out.

"Again!"

He flowed into another stance, lashing out with a kick.

"And Strike!"

He finished with a fist, striking at the tree to his right, a dull thud echoing through the now silent air.

Naruto Namikaze lowered his outstretched arm, his bruises on his knuckles already fading away. He exhaled, his eyes returning to his teacher.

"Well" Jiraiya stated, resting his chin between his finger and thumb, sitting on a nearby boulder, "You're definitely improving your combat skills."

Jiraiya had seen it fit to teach the Namikaze Close Quarters Combat. He had to admit that the kid had talent in the field, despite using no style previously, instead adopting a brawling approach to fighting.

It had been about two weeks since he began training Naruto for the U.A. entrance exams. So far, he'd focused on developing the body. It didn't matter how strong your Quirk was, if your body was weak, then you would soon become a liability on the battlefield.

He'd barely been able to arrive to school on time, and was then training most of the time, praying for the day when summer vacation would come around and he'd be able to get some modicum of decent sleep. He'd been lifting weights, running, even hauling around some of the larger boulders in the area.

It was even more troublesome considering that he also had to dodge the media every now and then.

Jiraiya then guessed that it was about time to spice the brat's training up a bit.

"Oi!"

The Blond turned to face him.

And was rewarded with a rubber ball hitting him in the face.

"Uwaaa!"

He fell flat on his back, cursing as he stood up back on his feet, "Goddamnit ya old Pervert!" He shot his teacher a glare, as well as a middle finger for his misfortune.

He disregarded the ball, instead dodging the newest object thrown at him. But instead of actually dodging it, he caught it almost reflexively, deciding in his mind that this object should not have ever been lost.

He looked at the object in his hand, eyes widening in surprise.

It was his Spinning Top, the one he had always had with him since the day of his birth, the very same one that he had thrown to save Izuku. He was sure that he would never see it again.
Jiraiya beat him to the punch, answering an unspoken question, "I found it amongst all the rubble and crap from that incident where you had to chuck it. I felt that it would help bring out that other Quirk in you."

He had been briefed on the situation with Naruto shortly after they had departed, but had made his own deductions beforehand. Now, his job was to make the lad the most badass hero he could be.

"Try to remember how you felt back then, try and recall."

Doing as his trainer suggested, Naruto closed his eyes, focusing on his emotions. Fear, love, hate, despair, hope.

To save another.

Damnit, now his palms itched again!

His palms itched just like before!

"Huh?"

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he did, the itching gave way and became awe, as Naruto stared at the phenomena in his right hand.

The Top was spinning rapidly, hovering just inches above his open palm, a hum ringing through the air from the rapid rotation.

It died. The Top slowly halting and falling back into his palm.

He closed his eyes.

The itching returned, and he focused on that,

And once again, the Top was spinning.

He smiled, his grin turning fierce as he tried to make it go faster, the hum in the air growing as he concentrated.

He stood up, before rearing his arm back.

"ORAAAA!"
He roared, pitching the Top forward at a tree, and watched as a moment later the Top burrowed itself deep into the plant. A sharp crack was heard, as the tree gave way under a lack of support, snapping in two.

His eyes sparkled in awe, seeing what he had done.

"Awesome!" He pumped a fist into the air, before going to retrieve his possession.

The red Top looked roughed up, but smoother near the tip where it struck the tree.

"Now" He turned towards Jiraiya's voice, only to see the Toad Sage pointing to nearby rocks and then back to the trees surrounding them.

"Practice."

"Again!"

An outstretched palm.

"Again!"

He lashed out with a kick.

"And strike!"

He turned, balling his hand into a fist, before abruptly opening it right before it impacted a tree.

A brief moment before bark flew around him, and a large Spiral Scar burned itself into the wood.

This was the progress he had made due to his training.

It had been 3 weeks since he had started training his Rotation.

So far, it seemed he could make just about anything rotate to his will, but only if he timed his intent with the itching he felt in his palms.

The only things he couldn't control were those that contained life. Sentient objects made of flesh were among the few things he couldn't rotate.

The only living thing that he had discovered he could rotate was his own body. It could be used to help him dodge, add force to his strikes, or even temporarily shift his body in ways he thought were impossible.

All due to this itch that he felt.

He looked to his teacher, receiving a proud grin.

"Nice job, seems like you're getting the hang of using it with your fighting style." The Self-Proclaimed Pervert stated. "Now, moving on".

"There's someone I'd like you to meet"

Naruto looked on, "Who is it? Another girl you want to seduce?"

Even during his training, Jiraiya had still decided to use women to mess with his concentration.

It was an effective way to get him to focus in distracting situations, a trait of a first-class hero, as his sensei had said.

An amused laugh escaped from the Old Toad's throat, "As much as I wish that were the case, sadly it is not so Gaki". He gestured to his right, where a figure was walking.

The figure appeared to be an even older man, with gray hair and beard, an triangular hat on his head, a sign of his former title. His pipe propped in his lips, his liver spots wrinkling as he puffed.

This was Hiruzen Sarutobi, the former Sandaime Hokage of Konohagakure, relieved of his position 3 years prior by his student Tsunade Senju.

Konoha was a village of like-minded Quirk users, isolated from most of Japan even before Quirks had manifested. They were an individual source of Heroes, training their youth much like the populace, but their methods were a highly coveted secret.

It was prided on many of its Elemental-Wielders, mainly those who were talented in Fire-Manipulation. It produced many unique Heroes, and had kept their Quirks within clans.

The first known Hero from the village of Konoha, was the Plant Hero Mokuton, otherwise known as Hashirama Senju, was the founder of modern Konoha, deciding to reveal the village to the rest of the world and help the village prosper.

It was also Naruto's birthplace.

"Ahhh…. It's been sometime Naruto-boy" Came the newly arrived person's voice, smooth as a river, and as kind as a grandfather.

It was a voice Naruto was familiar with, one that had he had heard often enough in his childhood.

"Jiji?"

The old man nodded, "Indeed".

The reunion was cut short, as Naruto narrowly dodged a staff aiming for his head, the elderly Sarutobi throwing away his robes to reveal traditional battle armor. He managed to dodge another thrust, but was socked with a reverse blow, skidding from the strike.

He looked to Hiruzen, as the man spoke, "It's been a pleasure to see how you've grown, and how you will continue to grow" He took a battle-stance, lowering the large staff at his side parallel to his body. "I, Hiruzen Sarutobi, shall now be your opponent".

Naruto felt something strike his foot, a much smaller staff now landing at his feet than the one Sarutobi held. He picked it up.

"And now" Hiruzen began.

He reappeared in front of Naruto, the staff raised high above him.

"You learn".

*Thock*

*Thock*

*Thock*

Multiple strikes landed against one another, as two staffs collided.

Two figures slid away from one another, as the younger of the two fell to his knees, panting from exertion.

"Damn" Naruto grimaced, before it gave way to a strained look of respect, "I guess you win again, Sarutobi-Jiji".

It was to be expected that he could never beat the old Hero. He had been quite the pro back in his heyday, and he doubted that he was any less fearsome now. His skill with a staff, as well as his Quirk that allowed him to raise walls of mud and harden them to incredible strengths was a formidable combination.

He hadn't even come close to winning against the former Hokage in all the 8 months they had been training together.

The training had entered a new level once school had finished. He now trained all day and most of the night, using every second to his advantage.

Hiruzen had drilled into him both on the fly battle strategy, as well as staff techniques during their time together.

Jiraiya had refined his Hand-To-Hand skills, as well as overseeing his training with his rotation, often setting certain tasks that he could only use his rotation to complete, sometimes it was tests of accuracy, while others were focused on keeping objects spinning consistently while meditating.

He sighed, as Hiruzen was going to depart to return to Konoha today, with little more than a month and two weeks left until the U.A. Entrance Exams. He had definitely made a lot of progress.

But, there was still one thing that had evaded him. One single thing that he hadn't been able to do nor recreate since the day this Quirk had awakened.

That Spiraling Sphere he once held in his hand.

No matter how he tried, it eluded him. He couldn't get it to spin fast enough. He couldn't properly contain its size.

What was he missing?!

"I'm giving you a graduation test, Gaki". Jiraiya stated, before snapping at Hiruzen, "Take it away, Sensei".

Hiruzen stamped the ground, before mud rose from the ground, as well as flowed from his mouth.

Even Jiraiya had no idea how the former Hokage's Quirk allowed him to do that.

He clapped his hands together, the mud rising and then hardening into large, strong pile of stone, adding onto the already massive amounts of boulders in the area. Each was about a foot or two taller than him, and many times wider.

"By the day of the Exams, you must destroy every boulder here, using nothing but your bare hands, no tools allowed".

The Amethyst-Eyed youth widened his eyes, "Just how in the hell do you expect me to do that?"

Jiraiya gestured to his hand, "I think that you know how I want you to do it." He turned to leave, waving lazily behind him, "Try the Death-ball of Grinding Destruction"

That was a lame name, rejected.

Naruto watched as the two left, their backs growing distant. And soon, they were gone.

"Okay" He turned to face the many boulders surrounding him, "How am I gonna get the hang of this?"

He concentrated on his palms, feeling the familiar itching.

"Now!"

He rushed forwards towards the nearest boulder, thrusting out his arm as he neared it.

*TWACK*

"GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

It didn't work.

Biting back his pain, Naruto cradled his now numb right hand.

"Fuuuuuuck…. This is gonna be a pain, damn it".

He looked up at the sky, wondering about something, or rather someone he hadn't seen much of as of late.

"I wonder what Deku's up to."

*TWACK*

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Once again, he cradled his arm.

It had been 2 weeks, leaving a month left for him to complete his task.

He had made absolutely no progress with his endeavor to recreate what he had done all those months ago.

Well damn, he had even forgotten his birthday had passed a couple months ago, officially becoming 16.

The old Bastard didn't even give him his birthday off.

He fell back onto his butt, exhaling loudly as he examined his arm, and then the rock.

What was he missing?

He tried upping the power of the rotation, but that didn't really do much.

He had tried concentrating it, but that had had little results as well.

He bit on his lip, as he stared at all the boulders around him, imposing now as he realized his current futility.

"These damn boulders are everywhere! They're always around me, like the rocks are trying to intimidate me or somethin'! And they're all so grouped together! Concentrated! What am I supposed to do?!"

All together.

Every direction.

Condense

His eyes widened.

He stood up, before opening his palm, closing his eyes.

"Concentrate… First, Rotation."

He felt the air around his palms swirl, the itching returning as his Quirk went to work.

"Then add Power…"

A sharp hum filled the air, growing harsher by the second, as a disk formed in his palm.

"Now…. Multiply that same rotation everywhere at the same time."

As he used his left hand to manipulate parts of the rotation, the disk hovering across his palm multiplied, twirling, swirling, converging, multiple disks overlapping and forever turning.

"And finally, Condense it all down, and focus it all in one place."

It took on the shape of a small, hand-size ball.

He rushed forwards, towards that's very same boulder he had been trying to break for all these weeks.

He slammed his arm forwards, making direct contact with the boulder using his new technique.

He could feel the stone begin to turn to dust, as all that resilience gave way under his intense pressure, being grinded into nothing more than dust.

And just like that, the ball disappeared.

He felt his hand touch cold earth, as the stone still stood firmly and proudly in its place.

Except now it was sporting a serious dent in its hide.

"Now" Naruto began, staring at his right hand in awe. "It still has a long way to go…"

Before, he had only used a single hand, and he was sure that it had put an even larger dent in the Metallic Villain he had used it on. But currently, he now only thought of one thing, a subject that began with his teacher Jiraiya.

"What kind of name is gonna be cool enough?"

It was the night before the U.A. entrance exams, as Jiraiya the Gallant strode towards the training grounds he had left his student at in hopes that the kid would come to terms with the last part of his power. At that last stage, there was little he could have done to help the kid with his training in that respect. Even if he had his own hunches.

Hunches that he might have left clues in the way the boulders that Hiruzen-Sensei built them, and how they were positioned. All the Gaki had to do know was figure out what worked best for him.

"But seriously Kid…"

The Gallant Pervert looked around him, as trees lied snapped in two, and seemingly random pieces of the very earth around him were gouged out by some force. Most of the later part of the trail resembled a wasteland, almost barren.

"UUURRYAAAAAH!"

*BOOM*

Another miniature earthquake rattled the ground, as Jiraiya kept walking nonchalantly through the shaking. As he came closer, the shouting and explosions became louder, and were growing more frequent.

After a couple more seconds of walking, he heard his student's voice scream something very peculiar.

"RASENGAN!"

Once again the earth shook, as Jiraiya looked upon the clearing he had trained Naruto in.

All of the boulders that had once been there were all gone, seemingly annihilated without a trace. The only thing that seemed to testify that they once stood there was the massive amounts of dust in the air.

That's when he saw him.

Naruto.

Standing over the remains of the last boulder in his sight, the final boulder that he had to destroy, joy and relief flooded his mind, as he raised his right hand, once again forming a blue sphere in it. He slammed it into the ground, finishing off the first boulder he had first tested his technique on, as dirt flew in all directions around him.

Jiraiya watched as the dust cleared, and his student's body came into view.

Well-developed muscles that were made for fighting with speed and precision.

Dirt covering his form, as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

And finally, Jiraiya felt pride, as his student reared his head back.

And roared in defiance to the world.

"ORYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Exhausted, the young Rotation User let his head droop, as his sweat reflected in the moonlight. Panting, he fell to his knees, as he finally finished his task.

He jerked, as a hand touched his left shoulder, looking up and relaxing after seeing who it was, "Hey…Ero-Sennin…Hah…Hah."

He was about to say more, but was silenced by the look of pure and utter pride and joy in his teachers face.

"Time to go home and get cleaned up, kid."

He grinned maniacally.

"Cause when you get up, you're gonna prove just how hard you worked to the world and show them how much of a badass Hero you became thanks to your badass teacher!"

His student returned the same grin, eyes reflecting his eagerness.

Naruto rose to his feet, as he stumbled forward and was supported by Jiraiya.

"Look out U.A…"

"Naruto Namikaze is coming knockin'"

AN: Well, that was chapter two…

Damnit, I had to rewrite this chapter so many times it isn't even funny…

There isn't really much to say, other than that I hope you enjoyed reading and that you will continue to read despite the fact that this chapter was a training chapter. Which I suck at writing…. Actually, I say that I suck at writing a lot of things…. Damn, I just suck at everything. Reality always hurts.

I hope you'll read the next chapter!

NEXT TIME ON SPIRAL LEGEND:

"Well, Ero-Sennin… Tomorrow's the big day…"

"Aw, be quiet, you'll be fine! Are you forgetting that I'm the one who helped you train the most?!"

"That's kind of what I'm worried about…"

"Hey… Is that Naru-Chan?!"

"Who the hell just called me Naru…..Chan….Oh please merciful Author no."

Author yes.

"Naru-Chaaaaan!"

"Crap, I gotta run Ero-Sennin, see ya!"
"Gaki….?"

"Naru-Chan! Don't run, that only makes it more fun!"

"UWOOOOOOOOOOH! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME!"

"YAY!"

"Just who in the name of all that is erotic was that girl?"

"She was pretty sexy, heh heh heh!"

"HELP ME DAMNIT! ERO-GAMA!"

*WHIRRRR*

"WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A GIANT ROBOT HERE?!"

Next Time On Spiral Legend: What Makes A Hero?

Old Acquaintances and the Robo-Mania Entrance Exam!

"SOME HELP WOULD BE NICE!"

"I'll help!"

"NOT YOU! I'D RATHER FACE THE GIANT ROBOT RIGHT NOW!"

PLUS ULTRA!