Capítulo 28: Bonds of Resilience: A Shinobi's Journey
Bonds of Resilience: A Shinobi's Journey
Kiyoshi awakened with the first golden rays of the sun, flooding his room through the partially open window. He tried to take a deep breath but immediately regretted it when a piercing pain in his chest made every breath a challenge.
"This... hurts more than yesterday," he muttered, his voice hoarse and low. He brought his hand to his chest.
He attempted to get up, but the pain was almost unbearable, causing him to lie back down. The events of the previous day rushed back to his mind in disordered flashes - the training, the clones, Tsunade.
"Why...?" Kiyoshi wondered, a sigh escaping his lips. "Why didn't she heal me this time? Is it some kind of... punishment?"
The pain made him groan, but he bit his lower lip to stifle the sound. It wasn't the time to feel frustrated or resentful. He had a goal, a promise to fulfill.
"I just... need to get up," he whispered to himself, gritting his teeth with determination. "I can endure this. I... have to."
With superhuman effort, he rose from the bed, each movement intensifying the pain emanating from his chest. But he refused to fall. He had to keep going, had to become stronger. Not just for himself, but for Konoha.
And so, Kiyoshi began a new day. He didn't know what awaited him, but he was determined to face whatever came, no matter how painful it might be.
The window curtains allowed the first rays of sunlight to pierce the darkness of the room, painting the opposite wall with strips of golden light. The brightness bothered Kiyoshi, pulling him out of a restless sleep and forcing him back to reality.
Upon awakening, a wave of pain hit his chest like an iron fist. He groaned softly, each breath feeling like swallowing glass. As he touched himself, his fingers found the loosely wrapped bandage around his chest. Tsunade, once again, had done the bare minimum to stabilize him.
"Remember, Kiyoshi," he whispered to himself. His tone was hoarse, strained. "This is a battle of life or death. If you don't take yourself seriously, no one else will."
His heart ached with the bitterness of defeat. But he knew he had to get up, had to keep going. His dream of becoming a powerful shinobi was still far away, but each passing day, each lesson learned, each bruise acquired... was bringing him closer.
With a shallow breath, Kiyoshi forced himself to rise, biting his lower lip to stifle any noise that might escape. The pain radiating from his chest made everything more difficult, but he refused to give up.
"I can endure," he said to the empty room, the echo of his words bouncing off the walls. "I will endure."
In the kitchen of the house, Natsu watched Kiyoshi, who had just left, with concern. Her palms were sweaty, and she nervously rubbed them on her apron. She could see the scars marking her son's skin and the pain in his eyes whenever he tried to move. Kiyoshi's chest was bandaged with thick, red-stained fabric. Her throat felt tight.
"He's gone too far," she murmured, her voice filled with worry.
Tokuma Hyuga sat beside her, looking at the door through which Kiyoshi had just left. He had a stern look, but there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.
"Natsu, it's difficult for me too," he began, his voice sounding heavy. "But Kiyoshi needs to go through this. Tsunade's training is rigorous, but it will make our son stronger."
Natsu bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She knew Tokuma was right, but her mother's heart ached every time she saw Kiyoshi in that state.
"It doesn't seem right, Tokuma," she whispered. "Our son is suffering."
Tokuma placed a hand on Natsu's shoulder, lightly squeezing it in a comforting gesture. "I know, Natsu. But Kiyoshi chose this. He wants to be strong. We must trust him."
The academy was bustling, with shocked and worried looks from the students directed at Kiyoshi. The boy, on the other hand, walked with a bitter smile on his face, dragging his aching body as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"This is... something, huh?" Kiyoshi thought with a grunt, trying not to groan out loud. "It seems like my body and my pride are competing to see which one can get more hurt."
At that moment, Sasuke, Naruto, and Hinata approached, their expressions showing a mix of concern and admiration. Kiyoshi noticed their gaze and smiled, although the action caused a slight tremor of pain in his face.
"Hey, you three, don't look at me like I'm about to drop dead or something," Kiyoshi said, trying to make a joke. "I just... stumbled a bit."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "You call that stumbling, Kiyoshi? You look like you've been trampled by a herd of buffaloes."
Naruto, although trying to keep a serious face, couldn't contain a laugh. "Hey, at least he's laughing about it, Sasuke."
Hinata, however, seemed worried. "Kiyoshi-kun, don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. "Maybe you should rest a little."
Kiyoshi stared at the shy girl for a moment, "No, Hinata-sama, I think pushing myself to the brink of death, to have my pride shattered..." Kiyoshi paused to catch his breath, his face filled with pain, and concluded, "It's a great way to make me stronger. Tsunade-sensei is amazing!" He finished the last part with a twisted smile on his face.
Naruto couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Think about the bright side, at least you're getting better at being ironic." Causing Hinata to worry and Sasuke to laugh at his friend's misfortune.
The sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. Kiyoshi walked along the dirt road, his mind immersed in tumultuous thoughts.
"I can't," Kiyoshi whispered to himself, his voice filled with resignation. "Not today. I've gone too far, much further than I ever thought I could... And yet, I think this is all I can endure. I'm sorry, mysterious entity that brought me to this world. Today, I... I need to surrender."
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted, like a car swerving to avoid an obstacle on the road. The culprit? The blonde, curvaceous figure standing in front of him, an ironic smile adorning her face.
"Hey, kid," said Tsunade, lightly laughing. "You look pale as a ghost. What, decided to give up today?"
Kiyoshi looked at her, a mix of surprise and resignation on his face. He knew this woman was unlike any other opponent he had ever faced. But even so, her cheerful demeanor, knowing how much he was suffering... it made him even more determined.
"No, master," Kiyoshi replied, looking directly into her eyes. "I just... need to rest a little today."
Tsunade nodded, still with that smile on her face. "Well, then make sure to rest enough, kid. Because tomorrow, we'll start all over again."
"Yes, master," said Kiyoshi, renewed determination in his eyes. "Tomorrow, I'll be ready to face anything."
Tsunade's laughter was like thunder, an explosion of amusement reverberating through the calm, empty street. She held her stomach, doubled over as laughter shook her body.
"You seriously believed that, brat?" she managed to say between laughs, her voice full of amusement. "Did you really think I'd let you off that easily?"
Kiyoshi remained silent, his face pale and dazed. For a brief moment, he even considered running away. But his debilitated body barely allowed him to move his feet, let alone run. Reality was cruel and clear: there was no escape.
Before he could make any desperate attempt to flee, Tsunade was already by his side, her arm wrapped around his waist. With a smile that was both charming and threatening, she said, "Come on, brat. I won't let you go until you're good as new for the next training."
"Angel of death," Kiyoshi bitterly thought as he was practically dragged down the street, Tsunade's arm around his waist the only support keeping him upright. "Beautiful, stunning, and deadly."
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