บท 2: Chapter 2 : Academy entrance
[Hypothesis 17: Bloodlines
I believe that the spiritual component of our Chakra sends the will to grow stronger to our body.
Which then induces the mutations to strengthen our body.
The mutations compounded to create significant differences, such as the Yin release of the Naru clan and the development of dog-like features and a pack bond with ninken in the Inuzuka.]
After all, my current data supports it.
[Kyudo Kirito
Age: 5 years
Knowledge: Postgraduate level in Anatomy, Pharmacology, Medicine, etc.
History of the Shinobi world
Civilian subjects - graduate level in physics, chemistry, and biology.]
A weekend trip to the library every week for two years gave such an increase in my knowledge reserves. Thank you, AI, for your support.
But the part I want you to notice is the next one.
[Chakra: 125 units
Chakra control: Leaf-control: 685/1000
Fire nature: 1/1000
Physical capability: professional level athlete]
It still feels incredible that I am already so strong. But my pride didn't last long when I remember Kakashi will join the academy this year and graduate.
This means he should be at the Olympic level just based on his body alone, without chakra augmentation. Not to forget the various shinobi skills he learned.
I am just a glass cannon with no experience compared to him. Fuck his OP setting. That guy is a walking crusher of motivation for less talented.
The ridiculous thing is he becomes a chunin in a year, meaning 1000 units of chakra, superhuman-level Taijutsu, and expertise in other fields like Ninjutsu.
Sigh.
In canon, other monsters acknowledge Kakashi as a freak-level talent. Now I get it. Kakashi is a stud level warhorse in terms of talent, ready to get them pregnant, raring to go in a field of farm horses.
I soon walked with Rimo-san to the academy to join the current batch of students. It is impossible to hide my chakra awakening from a sensor. Yep, she is one, and she told that herself to the kids,
So, I should start the academy obediently. I say that, even when knowing about Danzo.
Because Danzo is an Anbu trainer and council leader well-known in the village. Though Root is unknown, his acknowledgement means he is in the light to some extent. So, others monitor him. I do not believe he can willfully absorb talents into Root. Though it most likely changes in the future.
Perhaps, the man who I believe to be the reason for that change is the man bringing his kid to school now.
Sakumo Hatake is here.
White hair like a wild mane tied in a ponytail with his Jonin uniform. The man who suppressed a team of freaks like the Sanin in fame and ability. He can deter an entire Shinobi village from his name alone.
You must know, that the last ones to have that deterrence are Senju Tobirama and the current Hokage.
I am hearing whispers right now about his candidacy for Hokage.
"Kyudo-kun," I turned to Rimo-san, who rubbed my head and wished me, "All the best."
I nodded back to her with confidence and walked into the open ground as the caregiver and other parents went back home.
---------Academy Training grounds----
"Welcome. You are students aspiring to become shinobi. So, here is the first lesson - Run."
WHOOSH
WHOOSH
He and the other instructors threw Kunai and Shuriken towards us. Now, I would like to say I analyzed they would hit the ground in front of me as a rational adult. Because they wouldn't kill the kids.
But the truth is different. I turned and ran like hell, screaming with the rest of the kids.
"RUN, run you brats."
Soon, the ones in the back started being tied to him. However, it took a minute or two for the adrenaline to fade away and to realize that it was a test. The running rate slowed down as that realization set in. But, the academy teachers are Chunin for a reason.
BOOOM
BOOOM
I don't know whether this is a Genjutsu or real Fireball, but fuck this asshole. I shouted to the ones in front, "Run, damn it!"
It was at 1 pm or so that we stopped after making a hundred laps. I was on the ground in exhaustion, panting heavily. Among the rich smell of piss, I soon found that the rest of the kids were still on their feet but taking deep breaths.
Frankly speaking, I don't know if I pissed myself. I mean, the turn of events was so scary and I am fucking wet all over my body, so I just don't know.
I found Kakashi resting casually in the first place, followed by Might Guy, the guy who will train his body to where, even for a minute, he can crush opponents of the Six Paths level.
Other kids were–Asuma, Anko, Hayate, Ebisu, and, fucking hell, even Kurenai has a stronger body than me.
Kurenai, a fucking Genjutsu specialist who mostly served as eye candy in anime.
Clap.
I turned to the source to see a chunin, who immediately got to his task, "OK kids, you guys will be in A class. Considering you stay running till now, you guys must have moulded Chakra."
SNORT
I realized that much from seeing the group of names.
Soon after the running test, they administered a series of tests on Chakra control and reserves, where they assessed our ability to send chakra to different parts of the body.
I aced the chakra control, coming second in the group but last in reserves.
^_^
As for Kakashi, he didn't even feel the usage of Chakra throughout the day. It is his words, not mine. Still, among my classmates, only Kakashi and I are 5 years old. The rest are 6 years.
The strength difference is far too much between us. The difference is as big as A-cup and D-cup.
It is not a surprise since A class is an elite class expected to become Jonin. Even while admitting, they are halfway to becoming genin. By graduation, their results will be in the upper range of genin.
[Knowledge point: Average chakra reserves
Genin level - 1000-10,000
Chunin - 10,000-100,000
Jonin - 100,000-1 million
S-rank - 1 million and above]
Each rank is a chasm. A select few who can cross all the ranks and reach the S-rank. They can be counted on one hand per village.
They even tested our chakra by making us do hand seals.
I found that the hand seals alter the path of the chakra through the hands, forming various effects. No wonder Indra, even with a crappy personality, got followers. It's like he invented the programming of Chakra.
AI helped me note down the observations
[Rat: This hand seal is commonly affiliated with the special Shadow Techniques of the Nara clan. Helps in fusing more spiritual energy with physical energy.
Ox: Helps in making chakra hard and consistent to form Earth.
Tiger: This hand seal is commonly affiliated with Fire. Increases the combustible nature of chakra.
Hare: Helps in shaping chakra.
Dragon: Increases the speed of chakra flow.
Snake: This hand seal is commonly affiliated with Lightning. Increases the excitability of the chakra and its vibration.
Horse: Helps in chakra control.
Ram: Helps in molding chakra.
Monkey: Increases the flexibility of the chakra.
Bird: This hand seal is commonly affiliated with Wind Release because it increases the cutting nature.
Dog: This hand seal is commonly affiliated with Water Release.
Boar: Helps in augmenting the body with chakra.]
" ...and that is all you need to know for now. But as a small teaser, let me tell you that there are custom Handseals that can combine the above ones to do only a specific thing. The second Hokage is the one who is most famous in this field."
As I listened to his words, I noticed he had a look of pride, wondering whether he had a just with a custom hand seal. According to what Rimo-san told me, such Jutsu can be considered family property worth a house.
The problem came now, from the depressed shouts of Guy.
"No, No, sir. Please check again."
I saw Guy on the ground, clutching Medic Nin's legs, begging him to check again.
"Sigh, I am sorry, kid. It's just that in your Chakra moulding, the spiritual and physical energies are too loosely bound. Your talent in most chakra-intensive arts is too poor because of this."
"No, No. Please check again. There must be a mistake. I will run again. I will do it 100 more times. PLEASE, I BEG YOU."
I watched as he begged at them, screaming his throat out. I could see his eyes reddening from crying too much.
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It was a sombre group that came back to the waiting parents.
While laughter came out from the successes told to the parental figures. I was still hooked on seeing Might Guy like that. However, that changed fast after hearing shouts from Might Duy.
"YOUTH! BURN YOUR YOUTH, MY SON."
Guy soon stood up shouting back, "YOUTH!"
I don't know from where he got a banner saying, 'I will keep running till I get accepted.'
"This is ridiculous."
"Incorrigible."
"Disgusting."
I heard different comments and insults from the people. Thinking back to the previous scene and the Guy now who is smiling, I felt incredible. I turned to see the man responsible, Might Duy, his father.
However, I must say a spandex-clad middle-aged uncle is not what I wanted to see on my Academy joining. Now, I had the distinct displeasure of knowing Duy's butt curves now.
Looking at Guy, who was in front of me, knowing that he would one day surpass everyone in this village, made me feel impressed.
While reemerging my disappointment at being behind literal 5-year-olds, I shouted to Guy, remembering the anime scenes featuring him, "I will wait for you, Guy."
I saw Guy's smile turn as bright as the sun, literally crying at my encouragement. He gave me a thumbs up while Duy laughed with tears.
"YOUTH! Let's do the laps on hands."
"Yes, papa."
"YOUTH! If we cannot do so, we will repeat the laps on fingers."
"Yes, Papa."
"Come on, say it with me, YOUUTHHH."
"YOUUUTHHHH,"
I shook my head at the absurd things I heard until piercing gazes and words from Rimo-san disturbed me, asking, "What was that?"
I said with a smile, "Youth, Rimo-san. It's Youth."
Though it was funny, a part of me was whispering back to me.
I only did that because I knew Guy would be strong. In a way, it's truth. It makes me wonder if I am manipulative. But, the words and good intent from my side were also true.
I don't know what to think of myself at that. Perhaps, I should search for the psychology side to see if I am a monster in this life, just to satisfy my curiosity.
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The answer after referring to the academy library is that I am the most serious psycho profile- a normal human. It means I can be kind enough to make the gods blush or cruel enough to make a devil scream.
The sun had barely risen, casting a warm golden hue across the landscape. I was already deep in the forest, far from the bustling streets of Konoha. This was my sanctuary, my training ground, a place where I could push my limits without distractions.
With each step, I felt the cool earth beneath my feet, the sensation grounding me as I ventured further into the woods. The tranquil chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves provided the perfect backdrop for my morning ritual.
I stopped in a small clearing surrounded by towering trees. It was here that I began my daily regimen of chakra control exercises. I saw the leaves in my hand, plucked on the way. These leaves would be my training partners today.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to centre myself. Chakra, the life energy that flowed within every shinobi, coursed through my body. I could feel it, a subtle but powerful force that is unique to this world. With unwavering focus, I extended my hands, palms facing the leaves in my pouch.
"Chakra, flow for me," I whispered, and as if on command, my chakra obeyed. It surged through my arms and fingertips, enveloping the leaves in a gentle, blue glow. The leaves lifted from the pouch, attached to them.
This was the essence of chakra control, the ability to manipulate the energy within oneself to perform precise tasks.
In my case, I used it to attach the leaves to my body, a challenging exercise that demanded the utmost finesse.
With utmost care, I guided the leaves to move along the specific points on my body — my arms, legs, chest, and even my forehead. The goal was to disperse them, maintaining their delicate balance without letting them fall.
It was a testament to my control over chakra, an art I had spent 2 years honing.
As the leaves adhered to my skin, I could feel their weight, the gentle rustling as they fluttered in response to my movements. It was a delicate dance, a constant struggle to keep them in place. One wrong move, one lapse in concentration, and they would fall, forcing me to start anew.
For hours, I moved through the forest, my body a canvas adorned with fluttering leaves. I leapt, rolled, and sprinted, testing my control in various scenarios. The leaves remained steadfast, a testament to my progress.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, I couldn't help but smile.
With a last burst of energy, I leapt into the air, executing a flawless backflip. The leaves clung to my form, a living testament to my dedication. I landed gracefully, a sense of accomplishment washing over me.
[Chakra control:
Leaf exercise: 700]
Since the morning training was over, I walked back to the orphanage. Despite the leaves still clinging to my body, I walked back to the orphanage. I just covered them up with my clothes.
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I found myself seated in a classroom, a place that felt strangely reminiscent of the schools in the normal world I had once known.
The first class is history, about the founding of Konoha. Teacher spoke about the village's humble beginnings and its founder-the legendary First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.
It was easy to enjoy it. I guess the impact of the class on me is much more because of the canon knowledge regarding him and the erased part of Madara Uchiha.
The other students scribbled notes and asked questions, but I sat back, knowing that history was a puzzle I had already solved even better than the historians.
Next came a lesson on herbs and poisons found in nature. We delved into the properties of various plants and mushrooms, learning which could heal and which could kill. The school even brought them to school for A-class to see and feel them.
AI soon recorded which herbs could soothe a wound and which could induce sleep.
Geography followed, with maps spread across the classroom. We learned about the Land of Fire, the Land of Lightning, and the various hidden villages scattered across the shinobi world. My classmates struggled to remember the locations, but for me, it was second nature. I could close my eyes and see the entire map in my mind.
Benefits of having an AI in my mind.
Then came basic math and physics, subjects that seemed alien to most shinobi. But for me, they were a breeze. I could calculate trajectories and velocities with ease, understanding the science behind our jutsu and techniques.
Throughout the day, I could hear the distant shouts of my peer, Might Guy. His passionate cries of "YOUTH!" echoed through the academy, are his way of showing his unwavering determination.
While I sat in class, absorbing knowledge effortlessly, Guy continued to push the limits of his body with his intense training/ challenge to prove himself to the school.
As the last bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, I couldn't help but reflect on the strange duality of my existence. I was a shinobi in training with the knowledge of a seasoned doctor. A profession of killer and saviour.
While my classmates struggled to grasp the basics, I soared through the theory classes with ease.
But I knew the classes were far from over. The physical training awaited me in a month, and it was there that my flaws will be opened to be fucked by the world. So, I did the only thing I could.
I left the classroom and headed for the training grounds obediently.
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The sun shone high in the sky, and its hot rays bathed the training grounds.
I stood at the edge of the field with a stack of books beside me. These weren't just any books; they were the window to the world of shinobi and the key to the growth of civilian-born Ninja. Which they take years to understand and collect from the Library.
But I had a secret weapon at my disposal, one that set me apart from the rest of the civilians born: my AI companion.
With a deep breath, I took a horse stance. It was time to dive into the world of Basic Taijutsu stances of Konoha.
"[AI], Begin the corrections from the books," I said, and the AI responded with a prompt.
I have my body perfectly mirroring the illustration in the book. But the AI was quick to point out my flaws.
[Lean forward a bit more by 4 cm, and keep your balance centred]
I adjusted my posture, feeling the difference in my stance. With each correction, I could feel my muscles working in harmony, as if they had a mind of their own. The AI was relentless, providing prompts and feedback on every detail, from the angle of my foot to the positioning of my arms.
Time seemed to blur as I moved from one stance to another, my body flowing effortlessly from one position to the next. The AI's guidance was invaluable, and I could feel myself improving with each correction. It was like having a personal trainer who could pinpoint my weaknesses and turn them into strengths.
I lost track of time as I continued my training. The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the field. But I was in a world of my own, fully immersed in the art of Taijutsu.
It wasn't until my AI companion alerted me in red that I realized the day was ending.
[Host, your body has reached its limit for the day.
Reminder: Rest is essential for growth.]
I reluctantly stepped out of my stance, feeling a satisfying burn in my muscles. The AI had pushed me to my limit, and I couldn't have been happier. I wiped the sweat from my brow, grateful for the opportunity to train like this.
As I collected my books and headed home, I couldn't help but reflect on how far I had come. With the AI by my side, every movement had a purpose, every correction a step toward mastery.
I knew that with the AI, I could compete with the Clan kids and hope to step into the level of monsters.
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