The next day, Hiroshi woke up. His body ached from the previous day's training, but it was a satisfying kind of soreness that told him he was making progress.
Today was Saturday, so there was no school. This gave Hiroshi the opportunity to train all day.
With that thought in mind, he stood up and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Since his parents had died, the previous Hiroshi had learned to rely on himself for meals and other daily tasks. Cooking had become a necessary skill, and over time, he had grown quite adept at it.
He began by washing a small bowl of rice, rinsing it thoroughly until the water ran clear. As the rice cooker hummed to life, he moved on to preparing miso soup. He filled a pot with water, adding a piece of kombu (seaweed) to steep and enhance the flavor. While waiting for the kombu to infuse, Hiroshi chopped up some tofu and green onions.
Once the kombu had done its job, he removed it and added the tofu and green onions to the pot. He then scooped a few spoonfuls of miso paste into a small bowl, mixing it with a bit of the hot broth until it dissolved into a smooth consistency. Pouring the mixture back into the pot, he stirred gently, making sure the miso paste was fully incorporated.
With the rice cooking and the soup simmering, Hiroshi cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl and whisked them. He heated a small pan, adding a bit of oil before pouring in the eggs. Using a pair of chopsticks, he carefully rolled the omelette into a neat log shape, a technique he had perfected over many mornings.
As the final touches, he prepared a small plate of pickled vegetables and placed everything on a tray. The aroma of freshly cooked rice and miso soup filled the kitchen, creating a comforting atmosphere that reminded him of simpler times.
Sitting down to eat, Hiroshi allowed himself a moment of peace. Despite the challenges and the new world he found himself in, these small routines provided a sense of normalcy and stability.
After finishing his meal, Hiroshi cleaned up and mentally prepared himself for another day of intense training. He activated the system and prepared to return to the training world.
**Affirmative. Initializing training modules...**
After a quick breakfast, he once again activated the system and transported himself back to the training world.
Hiroshi focused his chakra and stepped onto the water. This time, he managed to stay on the surface longer than the previous day. He walked a few steps before losing his balance and plunging into the water. He quickly climbed back out, undeterred.
"Again," he said, concentrating.
With each attempt, he improved his control, his steps becoming more stable. After several hours, he was able to walk across the water's surface without falling, though it still required intense focus.
But he was sure after he uses it consistently he will be able to walk on the water easily.
"Finally," Hiroshi breathed, smiling in triumph. "Now, let's move on to tree climbing."
**Initializing tree climbing training...**
Hiroshi moved to a tree and began his ascent. His previous training had paid off; he was able to climb higher and faster, maintaining his chakra flow more effectively. He moved up and down the tree trunk, gaining confidence with each successful climb.
As he descended from the tree after a particularly successful attempt, he felt a surge of confidence. "I'm getting the hang of this," he said to himself. "Now, let's see what else this training world has to offer."
He decided to explore more of the training world, finding various areas designed for different types of training. There were sections for hand-to-hand combat, shuriken and kunai practice, and even meditation areas for chakra Refinement which was good for when he starts practicing jutsus.
Hiroshi spent the rest of the day alternating between different training exercises, pushing his limits and refining his skills. The system provided guidance and feedback, helping him correct his techniques and improve more rapidly.
"System adjust the training ground for hand combat training."
As he said that the environment shifted, and Hiroshi found himself in an arena with several training dummies. These dummies, unlike the previous ones, were designed to fight back.
So Hiroshi activated his sharingan, which resulted in the first dummy lunged at him, and Hiroshi blocked its attack, countering with a swift punch. The movements came naturally to him, as if he had been practicing them for years.
He concluded that its from the template, the combat abilites of young Madara.
He dodged, parried, and struck with precision, each move flowing seamlessly into the next.
The training was intense, and Hiroshi found hi
mself pushed to his limits. But with each bout, he grew more confident and skilled, his Sharingan helping him anticipate the dummies' movements.
Hours passed, and Hiroshi was panting heavily, but he felt a deep sense of accomplishment. He had significantly improved his hand-to-hand combat skills, thanks to the memories of Madara and the rigorous training.
As the day drew to a close, Hiroshi felt a deep sense of accomplishment. His chakra control had improved significantly, and he was getting more comfortable with his one tomoe Sharingan. He knew there was still a long way to go, but he was making progress every day.
"System, take me back home," he said, feeling exhausted but satisfied.
**Affirmative. Preparing to transport...**
Back in his room, Hiroshi lay down on his futon, his body aching but his mind buzzing with excitement. He was determined to continue his training and become stronger. The journey was just beginning, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With that thought, Hiroshi drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the future and the endless possibilities that awaited him in this new world.