"Patience, young one." Kenobi only offers Nagato an enigmatic smile as he waits. Careful mixing, breathing, waiting until the senjutsu chakra has built up uncomfortably, the chakra altogether combined with precision to an ideal balance of all his energies. It is almost tempting to slip into a formal Sage mode, but that is not what he is here to show. Instead he looks, sensing the energies of his surroundings. There, a large bush nestled into the fissure of a boulder. There, a small copse of trees: one, two, three—hardy conifers. There, a larger deciduous forest sentinel, old and broad with it's strong base, likely twice his own age or more.

Each one he marks, lightly, and slowly draws in a long breath. He hold the air just half a moment before releasing it out in one great exhale. Years of training and years after of research and study of the arts and philosophies of ninshû, and the burden-weight of that chakra drains from him, transferred out onto the living surroundings as though they had been other people. The verdure retains the chakra for a moment more on its own before it simply naturally disperses out int component energies and then consumed and wasted away, as though it had never been present in the first place—used up by the general life surrounding him.

"It's more of an emergency technique, of course," he says, almost conversationally. "When simply burning through the chakra in a more natural fashion is not viable, or if there is not the time to separate the energies and simply release the excess natural." He finally comes out of the meditative stance, leaning forward over his folded knees as though relaxing. "They are easier for me. I have been doing them since— oh, before you were born, most likely. Learning them, especially as old as your young man is, will likely be slow. But they will help, and allow him a measure of control over it for his own self."