Chapitre 49: 5
So gradually another year and a half passed. During this time, I have mastered the natural transformation of lightning and fire. Fire training was more difficult: my penchant for the lightning element was noticeably superior to everything else. But based on past experience, I met the same deadline — exactly one year.
The control of the chakra was squeezed to the limit. I turned the boring but necessary walking on water and wood into a real obstacle course. I experimented by creating small funnels in the water and making it vibrate. Attempts to create resonance in objects have become almost routine. However, serious training methods remained out of reach — strong ninjas, whose abilities I tried to predict, seemed to block their techniques.
I have not been able to learn anything other than the three basic techniques. But on the other hand, I mastered the technique of strengthening the chakra: I learned how to concentrate it at one point in order to strengthen the blows. The result was impressive — my attacks now easily shattered the bark of trees. However, I was still far from the level of Tsunade or Sakura.
As for the sequences. After the Fraud, a month later, the Clown was digested, giving me all the abilities of a Magician. However, both the Cryptologist and the Magician are stuck in stagnation at around 30 percent due to restrictions. The system seemed to remind me that without the opportunities that would open up at the Academy, progress was impossible.
And finally, the opening day of the Academy has arrived. A week ago, I passed the aptitude test, and now I was officially listed among the future ninjas.
At that moment, I was standing outside the Academy building in a crowd of children, listening to the Hokage's speech. Or rather, he tried to listen. My attention was constantly distracted by others. The crowd was moving like a restless sea, and every now and then I noticed curious faces that seemed to reflect the whole variety of moods.
A blond-haired boy with a restless look stood at the edge of the crowd. He was clearly bored, looking around as if looking for an adventure. His feet were tapping lightly on the spot, as if he was ready to snap at any second. Naruto seemed to feel at ease, even if he wasn't really interested in what was happening.
A little further away stood a dark-haired boy with an unreadable expression on his face. Sasuke looked excited, hardly hiding his childish enthusiasm. He only turned his head once in the direction of his father, after which he became depressed and returned to follow the hokage's speech, making a neutral face.
To the side, almost behind the backs of the others, stood a girl with dark hair. Her eyes were darting around, as if she was trying to figure out which was the safest place to look. She stole a glance at someone in the crowd, but immediately lowered her gaze. Hinata was like a shadow in this noisy sea — barely noticeable, but still not losing her place.
Somewhere closer to the center of the courtyard stood a boy with a round face and a bag with the remains of chips sticking out of it. He tried to look confident, but his attention kept slipping from the Hokage's speech to what he was hiding in his bag. Choji looked pleased despite the noise and fuss around him.
To his left, another boy could be seen, with a pineapple-like hairstyle and a sleepy look. Shikamaru lazily looked at the clouds, as if what was happening did not concern him. At times, he would take deep breaths, as if he was already tired of all this.
Another figure stood out in the noise of the crowd — a girl with bright pink hair and lively eyes. She was bouncing slightly on the spot, trying to look behind the other children. Sakura looked excited and full of energy.
I was looking for Itachi. I hoped that he had come to accompany Sasuke. Fugaku stood in his place, his posture spoke of dignity, but his expression seemed a little stern. When I saw this, I shrugged my shoulders and allowed myself to relax a little.
The reasons for my search and relaxation were extremely simple. These are additional tasks from the system. I had no expectations that I would be able to somehow save the Sasuke clan, at least I knew for sure that I was not able to do it without risk. That's why I sighed that since Itachi wasn't here, I didn't have to try yet.
When the speech was over, we were dismissed to our homes, announcing that the first day of school would begin tomorrow.
Instead of going back to the shelter, I went to a new apartment. Yesterday, the teachers sent us to the addresses allocated for the students.
My apartment turned out to be a modest studio: one large hall combined a bedroom, a kitchen and an entrance hall. The only separate room was the bathroom. The space looked a little shabby, but thankfully it was tidy.
I looked around, listening to the silence that had overtaken me for the first time in a long time. It was a strange but pleasant feeling. No shouting, no fuss. With a slight smile, I started preparing lunch, while simultaneously thinking about my new routine and goals.
Physical fitness has been asking for a long time — I understood that without it I could not advance in my plans. The new uniforms opened up opportunities for more serious training: now I could practice with real shurikens, and not with their homemade paper substitutes.
A small portion of noodles was quickly cooked. It was bland, almost tasteless, but it was good as an energy source. Inhaling the smell of hot dough, I sat down at the table.
By evening, I was determined. After changing into more comfortable clothes, I headed to the river, where there was plenty of room for jogging. The training started with a simple endurance test: how much can I run at maximum speed? I chose an area along the shore where the ground was firm but not too smooth, so that I could also practice my coordination.
I felt great for the first few minutes. A light wind blew across his face, his muscles worked in a single rhythm, but soon his breathing began to falter, and his legs felt heavy. I didn't stop. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to keep running.
By the fifth minute, I already felt a burning sensation in my lungs and a sharp pain in my legs. However, there was no one on the river who could stop me, no one would say enough was enough. I decided when the limit would come.
When I finally stopped, barely able to stand, my heart was pounding and my ears were ringing. I ran a little over two and a half kilometers by eye, but the exact distance was not important. The main thing is that I did it to the limit.
After a short rest, I started strength training. Push-ups and squats were performed without interruption. I watched my breathing, trying to keep an even rhythm. Each movement became harder, but I persevered until my muscles began to tremble.
When I couldn't do any more reps, I gave myself a minute off to move on to the next round. It all happened again: running, push-ups, squats. I tried to do a little more each lap than the last one.
By the end of the workout, my body was protesting every move. His palms were scratched from the rough earth, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. My muscles ached and my legs were shaking, but inside I felt strangely satisfied.
After two hours of training, I returned to the apartment, completely exhausted. I had to lean against the wall to take off my shoes. After taking a shower and getting my clothes and gear ready, I finally went to bed.
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