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9.37% An Uchihas Survival Guide / Chapter 3: Chapter 3: The Path of Speed

บท 3: Chapter 3: The Path of Speed

Two months had passed since Asura and the other Uchiha children began their training, and the once-frigid chill of early winter had slowly given way to the biting cold of mid-season. Snow covered the training grounds, muffling the sounds of feet pounding against the earth, but despite the cold, the training never stopped. Every morning, they gathered at the same spot, and every day, the schedule remained the same: chakra control, endurance training, and taijutsu practice.

Asura had come a long way since his early attempts at tree climbing. The exercise that once sent him flying off the trunk was now almost routine. He had learned to regulate his chakra with precision, sticking to the trees with ease, and even managing to run up to the highest branches without stumbling. His control wasn't perfect—he still made mistakes, especially when he tried to push himself faster—but he was far more consistent than he had been in the beginning.

The other children had improved as well, but a clear gap was starting to form between those who progressed quickly and those who struggled to keep up. Asura found himself among the top five, not the best but certainly one of the most promising. He wasn't as physically strong as some of the other boys, who could lift heavier logs and hit harder during taijutsu sparring, but he had learned to compensate with agility and quick thinking.

The daily training had built up his endurance. He could now run longer, lift heavier weights, and endure more punishment during sparring. But as the days went by, Asura began to notice a pattern. Whenever he fought against the stronger kids, he often found himself overpowered. Even with his improved chakra control, he struggled to hold his own against their sheer strength. It frustrated him—he knew he was skilled, yet he kept losing to those who could simply hit harder.

One cold, quiet evening, after the rest of the children had gone home, Asura stayed behind on the training grounds, his breath misting in the air as he practiced. He ran laps around the track, his feet crunching against the frozen ground, his thoughts racing just as fast. Why was he losing? What was he missing? He had the skills, the control, the endurance—so why couldn't he win more often?

As he ran, he thought back to the matches he had won. In those fights, he had always managed to outmaneuver his opponents, slipping past their defenses, striking at the right moment. When he lost, it was usually because he couldn't dodge a punch or couldn't close the gap fast enough. Speed, he realized. That was the key.

Asura stopped running and stood there for a moment, panting, as the idea took root in his mind. If he couldn't be the strongest, then he would be the fastest. He would focus on agility, on precision, on being quick enough to avoid hits and strike before his opponent could react. He didn't need brute force to win—he needed to be smarter and faster.

From that moment on, Asura's training changed. During the official sessions with the instructor, he continued to practice chakra control and endurance, but every evening, he would stay behind to train on his own. He ran laps around the training grounds, pushing himself to go faster each time. He practiced quick, sharp movements, darting between the trees and dodging imaginary attacks. He focused on his footwork, making sure every step was precise and controlled.

Asura also began experimenting with his chakra, trying to figure out how he could use it to enhance his speed. He remembered how the instructor had told them to channel chakra to their feet to climb trees, and he wondered if he could use the same principle to make himself move faster. It was a risky idea—if he miscalculated, he could end up hurting himself—but he was determined to try.

One evening, after the official training had ended and the other children had gone home, Asura stood at the edge of the track, his breath fogging up the cold air. He closed his eyes, focused his chakra, and directed it to his legs. He didn't need to stick to a surface this time; he needed a burst of speed. He let the chakra build up, feeling the warmth spread through his muscles, and then he took off, sprinting down the track as fast as he could.

The effect was immediate. He felt lighter, his legs moving faster than ever before, his feet barely touching the ground. For a few exhilarating seconds, it was as if he was flying. But then he lost control—the chakra surged unpredictably, and he stumbled, tumbling forward and skidding across the snow. Asura groaned, wiping the cold slush from his face, but he didn't let the fall discourage him. He had felt it, even if only for a moment—the potential was there. He just needed to figure out how to harness it.

Over the next few weeks, Asura practiced relentlessly. Every night, he worked on refining his technique, experimenting with different ways to channel his chakra. Sometimes he would go too fast and trip; other times, he wouldn't go fast enough. But gradually, he began to improve. He learned how to control the flow of chakra, releasing just enough to give him a burst of speed without losing balance.

His efforts paid off. During the endurance training, he started running faster laps than most of the other children. When they practiced taijutsu, he moved with a new level of agility, dodging strikes that would have hit him before, slipping past defenses, and delivering quick, precise blows. He was still not the strongest—he didn't need to be. He was becoming one of the fastest, and that made all the difference.

One cold afternoon, after another round of tree climbing, the instructor gathered the children for their daily taijutsu matches. Asura stood across from his opponent, a boy named Takeshi who was known for his strength. The last time they had fought, Takeshi had overpowered him easily, but today, Asura was ready.

As the match began, Takeshi charged forward, swinging a heavy punch. Asura ducked, letting the fist sail harmlessly over his head, and then darted to the side, avoiding a follow-up kick. He could see Takeshi's confusion—Asura was moving faster than before, and it was throwing him off.

Asura didn't wait for Takeshi to recover. He focused his chakra, letting it surge to his legs, and dashed forward, striking Takeshi in the side before darting away again. He could feel the power of the chakra-enhanced speed, the way it allowed him to close the distance in an instant. Takeshi tried to counter, but Asura was already gone, slipping behind him and delivering another quick jab.

The fight didn't last long. Takeshi was strong, but he couldn't land a hit on Asura, who moved too quickly for him to react. When the instructor called the match in Asura's favor, Takeshi looked bewildered, and Asura felt a surge of satisfaction. It wasn't just strength that determined the outcome of a fight—it was speed, strategy, and control.

As the training continued over the following weeks, Asura's newfound speed set him apart. He wasn't the strongest—there were still boys who could hit harder and lift more—but he was becoming one of the fastest, second only to one other child, a girl named Reina who had always been quick on her feet. Asura admired her speed, and in a way, it motivated him to keep pushing himself. He wanted to be the fastest, to prove that he could stand out even without the raw strength of some of the others.

The instructor noticed Asura's progress. During their training, he would occasionally give Asura a nod of acknowledgment, a rare gesture of approval. "Speed is a weapon," he said one day after watching Asura win another match. "But it is only effective if you know when to use it. Keep practicing."

Asura took those words to heart. Every day, he continued to train, refining his technique, honing his chakra control, and pushing his speed to its limits. He learned how to move in short, quick bursts, how to adjust his pace mid-step, and how to control the flow of chakra so that he could increase his speed without losing control. It was exhausting, and there were days when he was so sore he could barely move, but he kept going.

Two months after they had first started, Asura stood among the top five of the Uchiha children. He wasn't the strongest, but he was one of the fastest, and that gave him an edge. The other children were beginning to notice, and even the ones who had overpowered him before were starting to respect him.

Asura knew he still had a long way to go. There were skills he hadn't yet mastered, opponents he still struggled to beat, but he was improving. Little by little, he was carving out a path for himself, one that relied not on raw power but on speed, precision, and strategy. And as he stood at the edge of the training grounds, the cold wind whipping through his hair, he felt a quiet sense of determination.

In this world of warriors, where battles were won and lost in the blink of an eye, Asura had found his strength. He would keep pushing himself, keep training, until he was not just one of the fastest, but the fastest. And when that day came, he would be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.


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