Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: Awakening the Fire
The morning sun struggled to break through the dense, wintry clouds, casting a dull gray light over the Uchiha training grounds. Asura joined the other children, shivering slightly as the cold bit into his skin. Despite the chill, he was eager. Yesterday had been his first taste of real shinobi training, and today, he was determined to do better.
The instructor arrived, his stern face showing no hint of warmth. "Today, we continue your training," he said, his voice echoing across the grounds. "You have learned to unlock your chakra. Now, you must learn to control it."
Asura's eyes brightened at the mention of chakra control. He had heard stories about how crucial it was, how it allowed shinobi to walk on water, scale walls, and execute powerful jutsu. The instructor led them to a line of tall, sturdy trees on the edge of the training grounds. The bare branches swayed gently in the breeze, and the trunks loomed high, as if daring the children to climb.
"Your task is simple," the instructor said, his voice calm but commanding. "Climb these trees without using your hands. Channel your chakra to the soles of your feet, and use it to stick to the surface. This will test your control and concentration. Begin."
Without another word, the instructor stepped up to a tree, placed one foot against the trunk, and began walking up as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When he reached a high branch, he stopped, glanced down at them, and then casually walked back down. "Like that," he said. "Now, go."
Asura felt a thrill of excitement. This was a skill he had only read about in his previous life, and now he had the chance to do it himself. He stepped up to a tree, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Focusing inward, he guided his chakra down to his feet, willing it to flow steadily.
With a confident step, he pressed his foot against the trunk—and immediately lost his balance as his foot slipped, sending him tumbling backward. He landed awkwardly, his back hitting the cold, hard ground, and groaned in frustration. Around him, the other children were having similar difficulties, some managing a few steps before sliding back down, while others couldn't get off the ground at all.
Determined to get it right, Asura tried again. He channeled more chakra to his feet this time, thinking that maybe he hadn't used enough. When he took a step, his foot stuck firmly, and he grinned, thinking he had solved the problem. But as he lifted his other foot, the excess chakra suddenly surged, and instead of sticking, he shot up the tree at high speed, completely out of control. He zipped past branches, flailing as he tried to stop, until he lost his grip and was sent flying off the side, landing with a heavy thud several feet away.
A few of the children stifled their laughter, and Asura's cheeks burned with embarrassment. The instructor, however, didn't laugh. He simply walked over, glanced down at him, and said, "Too much chakra. Control it. Start over."
Asura got up, wincing at the ache in his back, but he nodded. He was determined not to fail. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart. This time, he focused not just on channeling chakra but on controlling the flow, letting it trickle down to his feet instead of forcing it. He imagined the energy flowing smoothly, like water, steady and calm.
He took another step, and this time, his foot stuck. He lifted his other foot, and it stuck too. Slowly, carefully, he began to walk up the trunk. He could feel the strain, the way his chakra wanted to surge and break free, but he kept it steady, adjusting the flow whenever he felt it waver.
He managed to get a few feet up before he started to wobble, and for a moment, he thought he would slip again. Panic flared, and he instinctively pushed more chakra to his feet, causing him to rocket up the tree once more. This time, he managed to grab a branch and stop himself before he could be thrown off completely. He hung there for a moment, breathing hard, and then slowly lowered himself back down to the ground.
Asura clenched his fists, frustrated but not defeated. "Control," he muttered to himself, echoing the instructor's words. It wasn't about how much chakra he used—it was about how steadily he could keep it flowing. He closed his eyes and tried again, visualizing the chakra as a thin, steady stream, like water flowing from a faucet.
When he felt ready, he placed his foot on the trunk and pushed gently, just enough to stick. Then he took another step, and another. This time, he moved slowly, carefully balancing each step, feeling the subtle changes in the flow of chakra. He was starting to understand how to adjust it, how to increase or decrease it based on the feedback from the tree.
Step by step, he climbed higher, his heart pounding with anticipation. Asura didn't rush; he knew that one wrong move could send him flying off again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached a thick branch near the top of the tree. He paused, his legs trembling slightly, but he managed to stay steady. Looking out over the training grounds, he felt a swell of pride—he had done it.
When the instructor called them back down, Asura carefully descended, making sure not to lose his grip. He could see that some of the other children had managed to climb a few feet, while others had barely left the ground. Only a handful had reached the higher branches, and Asura was one of them.
The instructor surveyed the group, his dark eyes lingering on Asura for a moment before moving on. "Chakra control is not easy," he said. "It requires focus, patience, and practice. Those who succeeded today, continue to refine your technique. Those who struggled, do not give up. You will get another chance."
They moved on to physical training next, and the exercises were even more intense than the day before. Running, climbing, lifting—each task pushed their bodies to the limit. This time, the instructor encouraged them to use their chakra to enhance their performance. "Chakra can make you stronger, faster, more resilient. Learn to use it as an extension of your body."
Asura was still sore from his earlier mishaps, but he forced himself to keep going. He channeled chakra to his legs as he sprinted around the track, feeling a lightness in his steps, like he was gliding over the ground. When they had to lift heavy logs, he guided his chakra to his arms, making the weight easier to bear. He could feel the difference—his movements were smoother, his endurance better. It was exhausting, but he didn't let up. He had seen how quickly things could change in this world, and he wanted to be ready.
By the end of the physical training, most of the children were sprawled out on the ground, panting. Asura was tired too, but he forced himself to stay on his feet, his determination keeping him upright. He noticed the instructor watching him, and this time, he thought he caught a flicker of approval.
The last part of the day's training was taijutsu. Asura was paired with different opponents, and the matches were just as intense as the day before. He won his first two fights quickly, using his improved chakra control to move faster and hit harder. His opponents struggled to keep up, clearly surprised at how much he had improved.
But his third match was against the same boy who had beaten him yesterday. This time, Asura was prepared. The boy was smart, patient, and quick, but Asura had spent the night thinking about how to counter his style. The fight was a dance of strikes and blocks, but Asura managed to stay one step ahead. When the boy lunged forward, Asura ducked low and swept his legs out from under him, sending him to the ground.
He felt a surge of pride as the instructor called the match in his favor, but he knew he couldn't get complacent. He still had more fights to go. He won three more matches, but his last two opponents managed to beat him, their strikes too fast for him to counter. By the end, he was exhausted, but he was satisfied. Five wins, two losses—just like yesterday, but this time he had fought smarter.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the instructor gathered them together one last time. "Today, you learned the importance of control," he said. "Control over your body, control over your chakra. Those who succeeded, do not grow complacent. Those who struggled, do not despair. Every day is a new chance to improve."
Asura nodded, his dark eyes focused and determined. He could feel himself getting stronger, bit by bit. In this harsh world, strength was the only way to survive, and he would do whatever it took to master it. The road ahead was long, but he was ready to walk it, one careful, controlled step at a time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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