Chouji glances over at Luke, then down at his hands. This is the first time he's used ninjutsu after remembering his life and identity. The last time, it was an accident, a betrayal of his body that he couldn't understand. He grins. Some feelings may linger, but discomfort with his own abilities isn't one of them. Chouji's hands flip through a couple of seals quickly, with the ease of long practice. Once they've completed the seals both hands and the arms attached to them expand to many times their previous size.

It feels like coming home, a connection that ties him to Konoha, to his clan and to his real life rather than the one dreamed up under the influence of a Shift. Chouji takes a deep breath, feeling far more secure and grounded than he has since rediscovering who he is.

"Dirt should be easy enough to move." He doesn't usually brag, but it's such a relief to mold his chakra again. "I can change the size of my body, and I have another jutsu that's even better for making wells." Truthfully, Chouji likes digging holes in part because it's a use for the meat tank that doesn't involve crushing enemy soldiers. There's more to it than that, but for now he'll gladly focus on a peaceful and useful application for his family techniques. It's almost like being back on D-rank missions, except this one is self-assigned and Chouji is a lot more efficient.