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It had been approximately two weeks since Rai had his first spar with Shisui. Over that time, Rai's strict daily routine hadn't wavered. Every morning he would rise with the sun for endurance and taijutsu training. After several hours of practice, he would then attend the academy. In the evenings, he would once again immerse himself in training, focusing on agility, balance, and chakra control.
In these two weeks, Rai had sparred with Shisui once more. The result was strikingly similar to their first match, Rai having a landslide victory. Shisui, despite being an exceptional shinobi for his age, was no match for Rai's unique fighting style and unparalleled control over his body.
Life at the academy proved to be a difficult adjustment for Rai. The classroom lessons were far too simple, and he found himself bored and unchallenged. To pass the time, Rai took to sleeping during class.
His teachers, noticing his disinterest, tried to engage him by asking questions. However, each time they did, Rai answered promptly and correctly, leaving them with no reason to reprimand him. Seeing that he was not disrupting the class in any way, they eventually ceased to bother him.
It was just another day, and Rai was returning home from the academy. His mother had initially insisted on picking him up after school for the first three days, but Rai had assured her that he was capable of getting home on his own. Recognizing her son's maturity, she reluctantly agreed to let him be. And so, Rai made his way home on his own each day, navigating through the bustling village streets.
As Rai reached home after another uneventful day at the academy, he began to look around for his mother. "Mom?" There was no immediate response, so he called out again as he took off his shoes. Usually, she would be in the kitchen preparing dinner, or in the living room tidying up. But today, the house seemed unusually quiet.
He made his way to the kitchen first, his eyes scanning the space, but his mother was nowhere to be found. He could see that the ingredients for dinner were already laid out, but there was no sign of his mother.
Rai's worry was just beginning to nudge at his calm exterior when he turned the corner into the living room. There, he found his mother. She was seated on the couch, a letter in her hands. Her eyes were focused on the paper, her expression unreadable.
"Mom?" Rai called out again, this time louder. His mother finally looked up from the letter, her eyes meeting his. Rai took a step towards her, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes studying her face carefully for any signs of distress.
"Oh, Rai," Yoshino said, looking a bit startled. "When did you get home? I'm sorry, I was so engrossed in this letter from your father." She waved the letter slightly to indicate it.
Curiosity piqued, Rai moved closer, peering at the letter in Yoshino's hands. "What did he say?" he asked, his eyes scanning the familiar handwriting of his father.
"The usual, about the war and everything," she began, "but there is something new. Your father said that it's fine for you to skip a year ahead at the academy."
Rai finally heaved a sigh of relief, his body visibly relaxing. "Finally," he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Any more of that and I would've..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the sentence, but the sentiment was clear. The monotonous routine at the academy had been wearing on him.
His mother smiled at him, understanding his frustration. "I'll go with you to the academy tomorrow," she told him. "We'll schedule a test for you so they can evaluate your skills and determine if you're ready to move up a year."
"Even though I know you'll pass," Yoshino said, "don't be overconfident. You should still review your studies. It never hurts to be prepared."
Rai nodded in agreement and reassured his mother, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll make sure to review everything. There's no need for you to worry about me."
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Three Days later:
Rai emerged from one of the testing rooms in the academy, his body heavy with exhaustion. His usually bright eyes were clouded with fatigue, and his footsteps were a tad slower than usual.
He had spent a grueling five hours in the examination room, answering questions on a variety of subjects. From basic geography village history and mathematics. Exhausted from the hours spent in the examination room, Rai's mind was a whirlwind of numbers, historical dates, and geographical facts.
The exam itself wasn't too difficult for him, but the sheer volume and variety of questions had tested his endurance. It was a mental marathon, one that left him feeling drained. But now, finally, it was over. Rai stepped out of the room, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he felt the tension drain from his body.
Instead of heading to the training ground as he usually would, he decided to give himself a break. Today had been a day of intellectual battle, and his body and mind both craved rest.
His house welcomed him with the comforting familiarity of home. He kicked off his sandals at the entrance, trudging towards his room with heavy steps. His bed looked inviting, promising the comfort and rest he so desperately needed.
Without bothering to change, he fell onto his bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress. His eyes fluttered closed almost immediately, the exhaustion pulling him towards sleep.
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The next day, Rai woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after a well-deserved rest. With renewed energy, he prepared himself for the day ahead and headed straight to the academy.
Upon reaching the academy, Rai made his way directly towards the staff room, bypassing the busy corridors filled with students.
The staff room was bustling with activity as the teachers prepared for the day's classes. Navigating through the crowd, he located his sensei and received his results, discovering that he passed with flying colors.
Not wasting any time, his sensei gestured for Rai to follow him. They weaved their way through the academy, eventually arriving at a classroom filled with second-year students. The murmur of conversations ceased as they entered, all eyes turning to the new arrival.
His sensei stepped forward, capturing the attention of the students. "Good morning, everyone. I'd like to introduce a new member to your class. This is Shikarai Nara, and he will be joining you from today onwards."
Just as Hiroshi finished his introduction, another teacher walked through the classroom door. She had a kind-looking face, adorned with a warm smile that instantly put the students at ease. Her gentle eyes scanned the room, taking in the curious gazes of the students.
Hiroshi greeted her warmly, addressing her as "Miwa-san." He informed her that Rai would be joining her class, as they had discussed earlier.
Hiroshi turned to Rai, offering a pat on his shoulder. "Good luck, child. I know you'll do well in Miwa-san's class. Work hard and make the most of your time here," he encouraged before turning to leave the room.
Just as Hiroshi left the room, Miwa stepped forward and introduced herself to Rai with a warm smile. I'm Miwa Hirano, your teacher for this year. Welcome to our class. Before we begin, I'd like you to introduce yourself to your new classmates."
Rai took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Hello, everyone. My name is Shikarai Nara. It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I'm excited to be a part of this class and I look forward to learning and growing together."
As he finished introducing himself, Rai glanced around the room and noticed an empty seat towards the back. It was the third bench on the right, and the only occupant was a kid wearing a high-collared shirt that covered his mouth, along with a peculiar-looking cloak with the hood up. The mysterious student also sported black-colored glasses, adding an air of intrigue to his appearance.
Curiosity piqued, Rai made his way towards the empty seat. He took his place, offering a polite smile as he settled in. The boy glanced at him briefly before returning his attention to his studies, seemingly uninterested in engaging in conversation.
As Rai settled into his seat, their sensei, Miwa Hirano, approached him with a kind smile. "Shikarai, during lunch break, please come and collect your schedule from me. I'll make sure you have all the necessary information for your classes and activities," she informed him.
Rai nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the guidance. "Thank you, Sensei. I'll make sure to come and get it during lunch," he replied politely.
With that, Miwa returned to the front of the classroom to continue the day's lessons.
Rai found himself engrossed in the lessons as the subjects delved into the intricacies of being a shinobi. Science class involved elements of physics, where the trajectory of kunai was taught, along with the principles of momentum and force.
In basic chakra theory, the teacher explained the fundamentals of chakra manipulation, its flow, and its importance in executing ninjutsu techniques.
During lunch break, Rai made his way to Sensei's desk to collect his schedule for the year. She handed him a neatly printed sheet of paper. Rai glanced over the schedule, taking note of the subjects, timings, and locations of each class.
As he scanned through the details, he realized that the practical training sessions would commence in fifteen days. Until then, the focus would be on theoretical knowledge and foundational concepts.
Rai realized that he had to make the most of the remaining time to study and catch up on the syllabus. He would need to dedicate extra effort to cover the two weeks of missed classes, ensuring he was well-prepared for the practical training to come.
After collecting his schedule and making a mental note of his study plan, Rai headed back to the classroom to have his lunch. He entered the room and found a seat at his desk, unpacking his lunchbox and taking a moment to relax before diving into his meal.
As Rai unpacked his lunchbox, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. He had grown accustomed to Shisui's company. Without him around, the room felt quieter and a bit emptier.
The day went by, filled with classes and the completion of various assignments. Rai continued to observe his classmates from afar, noting their interactions and dynamics.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Rai gathered his belongings and prepared to leave.
As he walked home, He realized that the schedule and routine he had experienced today would likely continue for the foreseeable year. The classes, the subjects, the assignments—everything seemed to fall into a predictable pattern. Rai understood that he would have to adjust and find his rhythm within this structure.
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But, in the ever-shifting tapestry of existence, our plans are but feeble threads in the face of an unknown future, where destiny weaves its intricate pattern with merciless uncertainty.