Satoshi approached his mother, his eyes filled with determination, and asked for her help in training so he could achieve excellent results at the academy. Though concern flickered in her gaze, she nodded in agreement, sensing the resolve in her son's voice. That evening, when his father came home, they shared a delightful dinner together. The warmth of family and the joy of shared laughter only fueled Satoshi's ambition to become a powerful ninja.
After dinner, Satoshi's mother gently urged him to go to his room and rest, emphasizing that he needed to be fully recovered if he wanted to start training. Once Satoshi left, she confided in his father about his decision. To her relief, he reacted positively, wholeheartedly supporting her plan for their son.
The next morning, Satoshi woke up at the crack of dawn, the sun barely peeking over the horizon at 6 a.m. After a quick breakfast filled with encouragement and love from his parents, they made their way to the nearest training ground. As they arrived, Satoshi's eyes widened in awe at the vast array of facilities. He learned that Konoha had various training grounds, each designed for specific types of training: some for shuriken practice, others for ninjutsu, and many for taijutsu, among other purposes. His mother had chosen a ground well-suited for both taijutsu and shuriken practice.
Reaching the training ground around 8 a.m., they began with a series of warm-up exercises—stretching, running, push-ups, and pull-ups. Satoshi felt the initial burn in his muscles, but he pushed through, fueled by the vision of his future. After an hour of rigorous warm-ups, they shifted to shuriken throwing, honing his accuracy and precision for another hour. Next came chakra control exercises, where his mother taught him the challenging leaf training exercise. He had to focus intensely to stick a leaf to his forehead using his chakra for as long as possible, testing both his concentration and skill.
The training didn't stop there. They spent the following hour practicing taijutsu, with Satoshi's mother ensuring he took ample breaks to recover. After their morning session, they enjoyed a packed lunch that his mother had lovingly prepared, taking a well-deserved hour of rest before diving into the second round of training, which continued until 5:30 p.m.
When the day's training came to an end, they headed home, Satoshi's mother eager to prepare dinner. As they walked, he reflected on how much they had accomplished. Today's training had pushed him to his limits, and he felt every ache and sore muscle, but he couldn't agree more with his mother—this amount of training was more than enough for one day.
During their time training, Satoshi's curiosity got the better of him, prompting him to ask his mother how he was performing. She smiled warmly and reassured him, "For your age, you're exactly average. But I've never seen a six-year-old so dedicated to training, and I'm confident you'll become a great ninja." Her words sparked a newfound confidence within him. At least I've started training earlier than most, he thought, feeling a swell of pride.
As they walked home, Satoshi eagerly inquired about his mother's jutsus and specialties. "I know three academy jutsus and three C-rank jutsus—two of them are genjutsu, and one is a water-type ninjutsu—plus a few E-rank jutsus," she shared, her eyes shining with nostalgia and pride. Satoshi listened with excitement, practically bouncing in place. "Can you teach me?" he pleaded, his eagerness palpable.
His mother chuckled softly, shaking her head. "First, you need to improve your chakra control. After that, we can talk about jutsus." As she spoke, she thought to herself that she would need to practice as well, realizing it had been a long time since she had completed any missions or training.
Upon returning home, they enjoyed dinner together, but after such an intense day, Satoshi was utterly exhausted. Without a second thought, he retreated to his room and fell into a deep sleep, ready to dream of the future he aspired to create. This training routine continued for about two weeks, and after each session, he noticed his energy gradually increasing. He was finally starting to feel stronger.
During those two weeks, Satoshi came to a realization: thanks to chakra, he could train far more than he ever could in his previous world. Chakra provided not only strength and speed but also aided in recovery. Yet, he soon learned that actually harnessing chakra to enhance his speed or strength was no easy feat. He found himself feeling quite average regarding talent and chakra reserves. His mother, while impressed by his dedication, was never surprised by his progress. However, she consistently marveled at his intellect during their studies for the written exam.
For Satoshi, this came naturally; after all, he had lived 21 years in his previous life, easily grasping the material designed for a 6-year-old. Still, he recognized that the academy's curriculum was quite advanced compared to what he had experienced in his former world.
While pondering ways to grow even stronger, he contemplated a few ideas. He could either increase the intensity of his training—a prospect he doubted was feasible since he was not like Guy or Lee, who could train relentlessly—or he could seek other avenues for improvement. With his mind racing, Satoshi vowed to find a way to become the strongest ninja he could be, not just for himself but for his family and the future they faced together.