Chapitre 25: The Day of Rest and Prep
Sunday mornings in Konoha were quiet. The usual hustle of the village slowed to a crawl, with many of the shinobi and civilians taking the day to rest, relax, or simply enjoy a peaceful morning. For Haruto, however, Sunday had quickly become something more—a day for both meal prep and recovery.
In his small apartment, Haruto stood in front of the modest kitchen counter. His fridge was just big enough to store the essentials, but that didn't bother him. He had lived with less before. Back in his previous life, when his body was a finely tuned machine, he had learned the importance of nutrition and preparation. He hadn't strayed from that philosophy now, even in this new world. If anything, he adhered to it even more strictly.
With a sharp knife in hand, Haruto carefully chopped vegetables, organizing them into separate containers for the week. Carrots, broccoli, and spinach filled the first row of boxes. Beside them, he laid out the proteins—grilled chicken, fish, and the occasional cut of lean beef. He had already noticed how much better the food in this world was compared to what he remembered from Earth. The fish was fresh, the meat rich in flavor, and even the bread was real—not the processed junk he had become so used to. He allowed himself bread only sparingly, though. His focus was on healthy fats, proteins, and just the right amount of carbs.
"I can control this," Haruto thought as he arranged the meals in neat rows. It was a small but important aspect of his routine—something that gave him structure. With everything in place, he knew he could focus entirely on training for the rest of the week.
Decompression and Stretching
Once the meal prep was finished, Haruto turned his attention to the other part of his Sunday ritual—recovery. He didn't need to push his body as hard as he did during the other six days of the week. Sundays were about decompression. He moved through a series of stretching exercises, carefully working on his flexibility, a critical part of maintaining his strength and avoiding injury.
In his past life, he had learned the value of flexibility in combat. A body that could stretch and move freely was a body that could endure the rigors of intense training and fighting. He spent a solid hour working through his stretches, each movement slow and deliberate. The goal wasn't to burn out or strain but to recover. He had pushed his limits all week, and now it was time to let his muscles breathe.
After stretching, Haruto would take an hour or two to simply reflect. He would mentally go over the lessons he had learned from the past week—whether in class, in the training grounds, or from his own experience. There was always something new, always a challenge to overcome. He knew that rest was just as important as the workdays. Without it, his body would break down, and all the progress he'd made would stall.
He would sit by the window, sometimes sipping on water or tea, staring out at the village as he let his mind wander through everything he had been taught.
"What did I learn this week?" Haruto would ask himself. Whether it was refining his chakra control, improving his taijutsu forms, or understanding the history of the shinobi world, he soaked in each lesson carefully.
The Six Days of Work
Of course, the other six days of the week were anything but restful. Haruto had a strict schedule that he adhered to, pushing himself every day to the edge of his abilities. Class ran for six hours, broken into two parts—three hours in the morning, followed by a half-hour lunch, and then three hours in the afternoon. While the classes themselves were intense and rigorous, Haruto knew the real work began before and after.
The Academy opened the training grounds to students three hours before class began, and Haruto was always there as soon as they opened the gates. The instructors would offer tips and tricks to the students who showed up early, guiding them through difficult techniques or showing them how to improve their chakra control and combat techniques. Haruto took full advantage of this extra time, pushing himself harder than most of the other students. He knew the instructors watched him, and while they didn't comment often, their quiet approval was enough for him.
Haruto's morning workout focused heavily on strength and stamina. He began with a run, pushing his body to cover as much distance as possible within a set time, all while keeping his breathing steady and his heart rate controlled. After the run, he would move into strength training, focusing on bodyweight exercises like push-ups, pull-ups, and squats. His goal was to build a body that could endure anything—long missions, intense fights, and endless training. He didn't want to simply be strong; he wanted to outlast his opponents.
Afternoon and Evening Routine
After class ended, Haruto would head back to the training grounds for his second workout. This time, he focused on flexibility, speed, and refining his taijutsu. The Academy had been clear—physical fitness was something students were expected to maintain outside of class, and Haruto took that seriously. He worked on improving his agility, running drills that focused on quick footwork and precise strikes. He would often find himself sparring with others, pushing his limits and testing out new strategies.
Only after his second workout did Haruto allow himself a break. But even then, he wasn't finished. The library was his final stop of the day. With only access to Level 1, Haruto knew there wasn't much in the way of advanced techniques, but there was still plenty of foundational knowledge. He would sit for an hour or two, reading up on shinobi tactics, history, and the basics of chakra theory. His mind was just as much a weapon as his body, and Haruto intended to sharpen both.
The Balance of Training and Recovery
This routine carried him through each week—six days of intense, focused work, followed by a Sunday where he allowed his body to recover and his mind to reset. He knew that without the balance of training and recovery, he wouldn't last long. There was only so much the body could take, and if he pushed too far, it would break.
But every Sunday, as he prepared his meals, stretched his muscles, and reflected on his progress, Haruto reminded himself of his ultimate goal. He wasn't here to coast through the Academy like some of the others. He wasn't here to play ninja or rely on talent alone. He was here to become something more—something powerful.
And that meant making the most of every single day, even the ones dedicated to rest.
"Six days of pushing myself to the limit," Haruto thought as he watched the sun set over the village, his meal prep finished and his body feeling the familiar ache of hard work. "And one day to recover. That's the plan."
As night settled in, Haruto took a deep breath, already mentally preparing himself for the coming week. Because when Monday came, it was back to the grind. Back to the endless pursuit of power.
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