Kapitel 14: Chapter 14: The Intensity of Haruto Takeda
Haruto Takeda had never been unkind. If anything, he went out of his way to stay neutral in the orphanage, avoiding unnecessary conflicts with the other children. But that didn't mean he could relate to them. Not really. The truth was, Haruto wasn't like the other kids. He was driven by something different, something far deeper than the simple joys of playing tag or chasing bugs in the garden. His focus was on training, on preparing for the world beyond the walls of the orphanage, a world where weakness would get you killed.
It wasn't that he didn't understand play. He remembered playing as a kid in his previous life—back when things were simpler, and he didn't have to worry about honing his body into a weapon. But here, in this new world where chakra and shinobi ruled, play wasn't just play anymore. Every movement, every interaction was an opportunity to train, to refine his skills, to push his body and mind further. And that intensity often set him apart from the other children.
The Problem with Play
It started simply enough. The other kids liked Haruto well enough. He was polite, never caused any trouble, and always kept to himself. But every now and then, a few of them would try to pull him into their games. One day, not long after Haruto's meditation session, a group of boys ran up to him, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Haruto, come play with us! We're playing tag!" one of the boys, Taro, said, grinning as he tugged on Haruto's sleeve.
Haruto blinked at them, the gears in his mind already turning. Tag? He could see the value in that. It was a game of speed, agility, and reflexes. It could easily be turned into a training exercise, something to help him improve his reaction time and coordination.
"Alright," Haruto agreed, standing up. He figured this would be a perfect way to incorporate some training into what the other kids saw as fun.
But as the game began, it quickly became apparent that Haruto's idea of "play" was very different from theirs.
The moment Taro tagged him, Haruto sprinted after the others with laser focus. Every step was calculated, his movements precise and fluid. His muscles tensed with the effort of running at full speed, and his eyes darted back and forth, tracking the other kids like a predator eyeing its prey. He closed the distance in seconds, tagging one of the other boys so quickly that the poor kid barely had time to register what had happened.
"Got you," Haruto said, his voice calm but firm. The boy, however, just stood there, wide-eyed and a little shaken.
The game continued, but it wasn't long before the other children started to notice that playing with Haruto wasn't exactly fun. Every time they tried to outrun him, he was there, tagging them with an intensity that felt more like a competition than a game. What they saw as just running around, Haruto saw as an opportunity to refine his technique. And it wasn't long before the other kids started to drift away, the game fizzling out as they realized Haruto was just too… intense.
A Lone Path
Haruto didn't take it personally when the other children stopped asking him to join their games. He knew it wasn't because they didn't like him—it was because they didn't understand him. And that was fine. He wasn't here to play games, not really. Every day was about progress, about pushing himself to the limit so that, when the time came, he would be ready. Ready for the academy. Ready for the world of shinobi.
Still, there were moments when Haruto found himself observing the other children from a distance, watching as they laughed and played without a care in the world. Part of him envied them—the simplicity of their lives, the freedom to be carefree. But that wasn't his life. He couldn't afford to be like them. He had seen too much, experienced too much, to allow himself the luxury of childhood.
But the distance between Haruto and the other children wasn't just because of his focus. It was the intensity with which he trained, an intensity that often made the other kids uncomfortable.
One day, after Haruto had been practicing his balance by walking along the narrow edge of a low fence, another child had approached him.
"Haruto, why are you always doing… that?" the boy asked, his eyes wide with curiosity. "You never play like the rest of us. You're always so… serious."
Haruto paused, looking down at the boy. He could tell the other kids saw him as strange, different. His focus was something they couldn't relate to, and explaining it wasn't easy.
"I'm training," Haruto said simply.
"Training for what?" the boy asked, tilting his head. "There's no ninja stuff here."
Haruto stared at him for a long moment, unsure how to answer. He couldn't exactly explain the full extent of his plans—how every action, every moment, was dedicated to preparing for the Ninja Academy, to surviving in a world far more dangerous than the boy could understand.
"To get better," Haruto finally said.
The boy looked at him for a few seconds, then shrugged. "That sounds boring." And with that, he ran off to join the others, leaving Haruto alone again.
Intensity Misunderstood
The problem wasn't that Haruto was trying to push the other kids away—it was that he didn't know how to dial it back. Even when he tried to participate in the things they did, his mind was always in training mode, always looking for ways to improve. It made him seem distant, even when he was right there with them.
There was one afternoon when the children were playing a simple game of "kick the ball." Haruto, seeing it as a way to work on his reflexes and foot coordination, jumped in. But instead of casually kicking the ball like the other children, Haruto put his entire body into it, launching the ball so hard that it flew over the orphanage wall and into the forest beyond.
The kids stared at him in silence, their mouths open as they watched the ball disappear.
"Sorry," Haruto muttered, realizing too late that maybe he had taken it a bit too seriously.
After a few moments, one of the kids started laughing, and soon enough, the others joined in. To them, it was just a funny mistake—a momentary lapse in judgment. But Haruto knew it was more than that. It was his intensity shining through, the part of him that couldn't help but treat every situation like training.
Finding His Balance
It wasn't that Haruto didn't want to connect with the other kids. In a way, he wished he could relax like them, play without thinking of it as training, without turning every game into a challenge. But that wasn't who he was anymore. He had a goal, and that goal required sacrifice, discipline, and focus. And if that meant the other children saw him as intense or strange, then so be it.
At the end of the day, Haruto wasn't here to make friends. He was here to prepare.
Still, there were moments when he wondered what it might be like to let go, even for a little while, and just be a kid again. But those thoughts were fleeting, quickly replaced by the next exercise, the next goal. The next step toward becoming the shinobi he was destined to be.
Because in this world, intensity wasn't just a choice—it was survival.
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