As I started training in the Body Flicker Jutsu, I quickly realized it was much harder than I had imagined. It took me two weeks to shift just 10 meters, but I was still making progress. As my distance increased, so did the difficulty; controlling the jutsu became much harder. After a month of practice, I managed to shift a maximum of 50 meters.
Chakra consumption was proportional to the distance traveled, with a minimum of 400 chakra points (cp) for short distances, and nearly 2000 cp for 50 meters. This meant I couldn't train endlessly. Whenever I trained in a new jutsu, I found myself cursing my low chakra reserves and envying Naruto. However, I refused to let that stop me.
For the time being, I decided to reduce my chakra control exercises to focus solely on the Body Flicker Jutsu. Controlling distance was another challenge I faced. It wasn't as simple as always shifting a fixed distance; I needed to adjust my shifts depending on the situation. So, instead of merely increasing my maximum distance—which would consume more chakra and shorten my training duration—I focused on two things: controlling the distance and practicing without hand signs.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, four months had already passed since my birthday. In that time, I had dedicated myself to mastering the Body Flicker Technique and the Barrier Formation Jutsu. The progress I made was encouraging, but my current challenge was to perform the Body Flicker without any hand signs, As this is movement jutsu, Its very important I do it without hand signs. otherwise, The benefits will be very less, And as a fan of Minato, Their is also the desire to be like him. So I plan on making it my Specialty.
Though, This proved to be significantly more difficult than I had anticipated. Despite the struggle, I understood the immense advantages that came with this skill; speed was vital for any ninja. So I knew I couldn't afford to slack off, no matter how tough the path became.
In my studies of fuinjutsu, I had progressed beyond the basic jutsus and was now diving into the advanced applications and principles of sealing techniques. This new phase was a challenging endeavor, but my mom had always insisted that I possessed a natural genius when it came to fuinjutsu. Her belief in my potential filled me with determination, and I wanted to make her proud. However, she was not a practitioner herself, limited in what she could teach me. So she could not guide me, The concepts were beyond her expertise. Nevertheless, she was eager to support my journey. Given the pace I was learning at, she believed I might master these advanced techniques even before my graduation.
My mom's friend expressed that by the time I became a genin, my fuinjutsu skills would be on par with those of a chunin. This was an exciting prospect, and to further encourage my growth, she offered to submit an application for me to join her research team, which primarily focused on fuinjutsu studies. However, I was aware that my focus could not be limited to just one area. I had other ambitions and wanted to explore various skills, so I declined her generous offer.
Seeing my confidence in my decision, she felt a little sad but respected my choice nonetheless. However, she promised me that she would share my potential with her team captain, a jounin who was a master in fuinjutsu. She reassured me that when her captain had the time, she would take me to meet him, and I could learn a few things. The thought of meeting a jounin and gaining insight from a master filled me with excitement. I couldn't wait for the opportunity to learn and grow even further.
Simultaneously, my physical training was yielding noticeable improvements. I was feeling stronger and more capable with every passing day, a testament to my commitment to both ninjutsu and fuinjutsu. I dedicated every spare moment I had to enhancing my Mirror World Jutsu, knowing that mastering it would provide me with an additional edge in battle. My determination to excel fueled my progress, and I was immensely satisfied with the results of my training.
The kids I had been training, Monu Yoko and Akira Loko, were also making remarkable strides. They had never engaged in any training prior to this, and the first few weeks had been tough for them, as they adjusted to the rigorous demands of physical exercise. However, after few months of consistent effort, they began to see improvements and started feeling proud of their results. I could see their spirits lifting as they embraced their training with newfound confidence.
In addition to physical training, I recognized the importance of chakra control and decided to incorporate it into our training regimen. Although chakra control might not be a strict requirement for scoring well in exams, it played a crucial role in the recovery and management of chakra during battles. I believed that since they were aiming for the elite class, learning chakra control before entering the academy would give them a significant advantage over their clan peers.
As the weeks continued to roll by, the time for the two-year exam finally approached. I could hardly contain my excitement as I thought about the opportunity to showcase my growth and hard work. I knew how much effort I had put into my training, and I was eager to see the results. The day of the exam arrived, we were taken to the training ground.
As always the exam begin with the taijutsu sparring matches.
My first match was against a kid from the Akimichi clan. We stood in front of each other, and I immediately noticed that he was much bigger than me, but that was all he had. Unlike me, he hadn't trained as hard, so his muscles weren't as defined. This realization gave me a small boost of confidence as the battle began.
He made the first move, using his clan's fighting style, which put me at a disadvantage. This had always been an issue for me, even in regular sparring matches—our academy's style couldn't compare to the clan techniques. Nevertheless, I pushed through, using my physique to block his incoming moves. As he began to tire and his speed slowed, I spotted an opening. I shifted my body to the right, dodging his fist, which left him flustered. Seizing the moment, I quickly made him fall and pinned him to the ground, winning the match.
The next notable match was between Monti and a Senju clan member. Both showed impressive resilience and strong fighting styles. It turned out to be the longest match of the day, and in the end, Monti emerged victorious. For a civilian, Monti is truly skilled, and I have to admit, he's good.
The Uchihas dominated all their matches, with only one Uchiha losing to the Hyuga kid. As for Baskin, his first match was against the top Uchiha, Kuro, so he didn't stand much of a chance. Baskin has always been average when it comes to taijutsu.
My next match was with Kuro, the top Uchiha. I was eager to compare our skills. Unlike most of the other students, I noticed that the top five were physically similar to me, but I could tell my growth was better. I guess even they aren't putting in as much effort as I am, becoming complacent with their ranking and strength.
As the match began, Kuro charged at me, throwing a punch. I blocked it, but I could feel the strength behind it. Then came a kick—his speed was too much for me to dodge, so I had to block it. It took far more effort than in my previous fight. As the exchange continued, I started feeling tired, but so did Kuro. However, unlike the Akimichi kid, Kuro didn't slow down.
I wasn't backing down either, but with each move Kuro made, I found myself struggling against his relentless fighting style. I managed to hold on, but eventually, one of his kicks caught me off guard. As I tried to regain my balance, he charged at me. I blocked a few attacks, but with my lost footing and my inferior fighting style, I ended up losing the match.
Monti had to fight the Hyuga next. Although Monti put up a good fight, he was ultimately helpless against Kanji's Hyuga techniques. As for Nora, he was knocked out in his first match against one of the other Uchihas.
The final match was between Kanji and Kuro. To my surprise, the winner of the exam was Kanji. In the shuriken rankings, I was placed 7th, showing much progress. The others remained mostly the same. This year's chakra control exam was added which included the leaf exercise—where the longer one could keep a leaf stuck to their forehead, the better. I ranked 8th, managing to keep the leaf in place for a full 30 minutes. As for the written exam, I dominated as always. and after all the tests were completed, I felt a rush of anticipation as the results were announced.
To my immense joy, I discovered that I had secured the 6th position overall among my peers. The sensei and my classmates were taken aback by my achievement; it wasn't just due to my theoretical knowledge. I had managed to excel in practical assessments as well. While I was the top scorer in theory, the others were not far behind, and the lowest score among the top five in theory was a remarkable 96.
Their surprise was completely understandable—here I was, a civilian boy, who had nearly defeated all the clan kids in both practical and theoretical tests. This revelation was quite shocking to everyone, and I could see the astonishment on their faces. Some of the teachers even remarked that considering my rapid progress, I might very well be the first to graduate. This left the other students feeling both dissatisfied and amazed, as they had expected the clan kids to dominate the rankings.
Amidst the chatter and murmurs of surprise, I felt a swell of pride wash over me. I knew that my hard work and dedication had finally paid off, and I looked forward to continuing my journey as a ninja. My parents would be proud, and that thought alone motivated me to strive for even greater heights in the future. I couldn't wait to see where this path would take me next.
Next day, It was one of the rare days when I took a break from training and simply relaxed with my family. today was also the exam day for Monu and Akira. The atmosphere at home was peaceful, and my mother and I had decided to help my father at our family restaurant. It wasn't too busy, and I enjoyed the change of pace—just spending time with my parents in a more casual setting. As evening approached, the warmth of the late afternoon sun began to fade, casting a golden glow through the restaurant windows.
Around 6 PM, the quiet was suddenly interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. The door swung open, and in rushed four adults and two children, their faces beaming with joy. Even before they spoke, it was easy to guess who they were—Monu, Akira, and their parents. They were practically glowing with excitement, the kind of happiness that was hard to contain.
As they came into the shop, Monu's mother spoke first, her voice filled with pride. "Both Monu and Akira have been admitted to the elite class!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining. Their parents were all smiles, their gratitude overflowing as they thanked us repeatedly for the help we had given their children.
We were just as thrilled for them. I had seen firsthand how hard both Monu and Akira had worked over the few months. They had earned this. I couldn't help but ask about their ranks, curious to see how they had fared. Monu, grinning ear to ear, responded, "Out of 30 students, we placed 24nd and 25rd!"
Hearing this, I felt a surge of pride for them. They weren't just admitted—they had performed well, considering how far they had come. It wasn't luck; it was the result of their dedication and relentless effort. They had worked hard these months to achieve these results, and now they were reaping the rewards.
Their families wanted to celebrate this success together, so they decided to wait until the shop closed. My dad, sharing in the excitement, even closed the restaurant half an hour early, eager to join the celebration. Once the last customer left and only our small group remained, we turned our family restaurant into a place of celebration. We spent the evening enjoying each other's company, the laughter, and joy filling the room as we toasted to Monu and Akira's success. It was one of those rare, perfect moments where everything felt just right.