What If Naruto Learned Every Jutsu In The Forbidden Scroll?

If we get 50 comments asking for Part 2, I will upload it. The best support you can give this channel is watching the video to the very end. Mizuki told Naruto to steal the Scroll of Seals and learn one technique off the first page. Naruto learned the first page. The first page was Shadow Clone Jutsu. Then he unrolled the rest of the scroll, walked its whole length in the dark, counted nine hundred and forty-one pages, looked at the four hours he had left, and made a thousand of himself. One boy per page. And because the sun was coming up, he gave them all one order: read the technique, skip the boring part. The boring part was the line at the bottom of every page, under a small rule, in smaller writing. The line that says what the technique costs, and who pays. There are one thousand two hundred and eighteen of them and he did not read a single one. This is Naruto's own account of the forty-nine days after that night: the man he sealed into a piece of paper in a panic and could not get out, who stayed awake and listening in his pocket for seven weeks; the cat whose leg he saved in an alley, and the eighty-one-year-old man asleep in a chair four meters above who bled for nine days paying for it; the fox in his stomach that read every bottom line he skipped and would only sell them to him one at a time; the barrier he put around Tazuna's house that ran on his own will to live; the promise he made to Inari at a dinner table about bringing his father back, and the sentence he had to take it back with; three hand seals of the Reaper Death Seal inside Haku's ice mirrors, and the first time the Nine-Tails ever screamed. And a council of thirty-one people voting on whether to put a memory seal on a twelve-year-old's head, because a boy who can raise the dead and still cannot make one Academy clone is not a graduate, he is a second copy of the village's worst secrets, walking around. What Naruto does in that room is not a technique. He asks for the scroll for one hour, and he reads. And then a letter arrives in his own handwriting, postmarked three hundred miles away, and the first line says: I read the ones you skipped.