Capítulo 4: Training
Gojo age:6]
Training with my grandfather has been nothing short of hell. Not only has he made me go through immense strength training, but he's also drilled into me every martial arts technique he knows.
Every time I lost a spar, he made me start from the basics of the martial arts training again. The martial art he's training me in is the Way of the Leaf. A martial art focusing on deadly offensive skills while lacking defense entirely.
This martial art is beyond perfect for someone like me. Practically no one can touch me with Infinity on so I can use my training without going on the defensive at all.
Speaking of Infinity. In the 2 years since I began my torture (training), I've managed to increase my utilization of Neutral Limitless for 45 minutes.
Currently, though. I find myself in an open field, my mother behind me watching silently as I focus to the absolute max, my hands stretched out in front of me as I attempt to form Blue.
I grunt as I exert offensive limitless. I'm trying to draw in things. My six eyes tell me I'm only drawing in tiny dust particles not visible to the naked eye.
Obviously, that won't help me in actual combat. My face scrunches as I resist a temper tantrum. My body is still emotional due to its physical age, so I'm prone to throwing fits. But I can resist it a good deal.
"Grrrrr," I growl in concentration.
Small pebbles begin to circle around my hand as a blue ball of light forms briefly before disappearing immediately.
"Wooo!" My mother cheers me on as I frown.
That wouldn't even suck in a newborn, let alone my enemies. Right now I'm a guy who maxed out his defense but has 0 fucking offensive skills making me dirt fucking unless in combat against anyone semi competent.
The most I would be able to do is stalemate a strong enemy before getting bitch slapped after 45 minutes. I know I'm only six, but that doesn't warrant my weaknesses.
*You're being too brash. Cannon doesn't start in 8 years, and you're already capable of upholding infinity for almost an hour, at six. I admit you have surpassed even my expectations.* Hogyoku speaks to me as I ignore the bastard.
'Surpassing your expectations isn't much, is it, you son of a bitch?' I growl out to my partner mentally as I take my stance again.
Over the years, I learned my companion's name. Ranging from an entirely different multiverse. Hogyoku was once the property of 'sosuke aizen' before he was sealed.
Something strange happened, and it ended up in the void where I found myself in.
After desperately looking for a way out for what hogy concluded was 10,000 years, it began to fade slowly. So, in a last-ditch effort, it radiated light to signal to anyone else that may be in the void.
And that's how we found each other. Effectively saving one another from a long life of loneliness within the void.
Now he's engraved himself into my very origin. We are now one being in on itself. According to him we're practically a living concept.
*Focus on using your first offensive attack instead of mocking me, you fool. You don't want dear old mommy to coddle you out of pity, do you?* Ignoring hogy's taunt, I open my hands into the same position once again.
"Fwoooo. Breath. Imagine everything in front of me circling a blue orb of destruction. You can do this." Using my cursed energy, I use the reverse of Infinity, instead of halting, I pull towards me.
Instead of small pebbles, a blue ball forms in my hand as I spin my palms. My face laced in concentration as I spin a full 180, sucking up everything around me before thrusting my hand to a nearby practice dummy.
The rocks I pulled into my blue shoot out into the dummy, tearing it to shreds as the ball of blue energy remains standing for a bit. Just floating where the dummy was destroyed.
Breathing heavily, I gasp for air as I collapse. Blue immediately fades away, and my vision darkens as I stop myself from passing out.
"My baby, are you okay!?" I hear my mother's deathly concerned voice as I lay on the ground, hoping she picks me up.
"That attack will be called lapse blue..." I mutter to my mother in exhaustion as she picks me up and takes me into the compound.
****
After a much-needed rest, my training without my grandfather resumed. This time, I'm confident in my victory.
"Go ahead, Satoru. Show me your progress. While I may be old, I'm still 10 years too young for you to match me, hehe!" My grandfather taunts as I maintain my stance across from him.
"This time, I'm putting you into retirement, old man. It's about time you settle down, don't you think?" I respond back to the taunts with heated words.
I 100% inherited my grandfather's temper as we glared at each other. I begin circling my grandfather like a hyena circling an injured lion.
When we spar, my grandfather emphasizes that no powers should be used, not even cursed energy enhancement. He wants me to build a good physical foundation before I begin to abuse my powers.
In his words, "What if you can't use your powers one day? Are you just going to roll over and die?" Since that day, I have honed my body for 2 years.
For Christ's sake, I'm 6 years old with abs. And pound for pound, I'm probably the best martial artist alive.
Dashing towards my grandfather, I kick high. His forearms blocked my high kick, but I smiled at that. Using the momentum built from the kick, I push off my grandfather's forearms, gaining distance as I once again move to the offensive.
Closing the distance, I play dirty. Kicking at his ankles and jabbing at his balls. My grandfather taught me that fighting dirty in a life or death scenario isn't bad.
"You must always fight to win." He explained, and now I use those words every day. My previous disdain for fraudkuna now turned to begrudged respect.
Him using megumis technique and mahoraga to fight gojo isn't bad in any way. He was just fighting to win. Fighting to maintain his titles and goals.
Not that it doesn't make him a fraud because he absolutely is.
Smiling as my grandfather blocks each of my attempted low blows, I swipe his feet out from under him, smiling as he stumbles. I aim a kick towards his gut that he blocks mid-fall.
Grunting as he grabs my outstretched leg, he lifts me, slamming me into the ground on the other side of the combat mat.
"Ugh," I let out a pitiful gasp as I barely rolled out of the way of a stomp.
Pushing off the ground, I get on my feet and block and parry each of my grandfather's heavy blows. He holds back heavily, but his technique remains the same. Deadly and efficient.
Capitalizing on my grandfather's outstretched punch, I grin.
"GOTCHU!"
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bakadesuuu
bakadesuuu For those curious about why the mc gets so tired despite having the six eyes. physical exertion and cursed energy exertion are completely different. that's why the mc can use infinity for so dam long due to the six eyes.
when using Blue he's exerting his physicals along with his cursed energy. it's not his cursed energy that's exhausting him it's his actual stamina.
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