The dim light of my small apartment flickered slightly as I stared at the chakra paper in my hand. My breath caught in my throat.
The paper… split cleanly in half.
I froze.
Wind nature.
Not two chakra natures.
Not three.
Just wind.
The silence in the room felt suffocating. I stared at the torn paper, willing it to change—praying, begging the universe to give me something else. But nothing happened.
My fingers curled into a fist, crumpling the two halves.
"Damn it."
Of all the possible chakra natures, why this one?
Lightning, Fire, Water—hell, even Earth would've been better.
But Wind?
The only thing I could recall from the anime was the Rasenshuriken—an insanely powerful jutsu, but one that wrecked the user's own body without Sage Mode. That wasn't an option for me right now.
There was also Danzo's Vaccum jutsus. But-
Where were the other Wind jutsus? The anime never showed them.
Was it just… an incomplete nature? Or was it truly this limited?
Was I truly this limited?
I let out a slow breath, trying to push down the growing frustration.
If I had received Fire ,water or Lightning or even earth, there were dozens of jutsus I could learn. But with Wind, I had to create them myself—either by adapting from other anime or inventing something entirely new.
"Looks like my path won't be an easy one."
I exhaled and rubbed my temples.
And to think, I had prayed to every god I knew—Shiva, Vishnu, Allah, Jesus, Buddha—all of them.
Did they even hold power in this world?
I should have prayed to Hagoromo. Or maybe one of those Otsutsuki gods.
A humorless chuckle left my lips. Not like they'd answer either.
Still, at least I had started leaf-cutting training early. My chakra control wasn't exceptional, but it was above average because of my body. Not enough to pull off insane jutsus yet, but with time, I'd get there.
My grip tightened.
'No point whining about it.'
I had already been reborn once. That alone meant I had a chance. A chance to become powerful. A chance to change my fate.
I wasn't about to waste it.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
"I didn't even train today."
That wouldn't do. Not if I wanted to survive in this world.
I stood up, rolling my shoulders. My muscles ached slightly from previous training, but that was just proof of progress.
No complaints.
No hesitation.
No excuses.
It was time to get stronger.
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Three Days Later -
The morning chill lingered in the air as I pushed myself up from my final set of push-ups. My breath came out in steady exhales, my body already used to the routine.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and grabbed a towel.
Training every day had become a habit, a necessity. If I wanted to compensate for my high chakra reserves, my body had to be in peak condition.
After freshening up, I walked into my small kitchen and peeled a banana, munching on it as I checked my boiling eggs.
A few minutes later, I fished them out—only to realize I had boiled them for too long.
I cracked one open. The yolk was practically solid.
I sighed. "Guess I overdid it."
I still ate them, though. I needed the protein.
In the academy -
The academy classroom, though filled with young students, suddenly felt suffocating. The casual chatter had died down, replaced by a thick, tense silence. All eyes were on me.
I could feel them—curious, expectant, some eager to see me fail, others simply wondering if the so-called 'top student' was anything special.
Okabe-sensei stood before me, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked onto mine.
"Land a single hit, and you pass."
If you are wondering how he got there , let's go back in time.
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After finishing breakfast, I made my way to the Academy.
For the first time, I wasn't tense about the entrance exam or pressured for coming first.
This time, I could actually take in my surroundings.
The Academy was just like it was shown in the anime. The tall building, the training grounds nearby, the groups of kids chatting loudly in the corridors—it was all familiar, yet completely different when seen with my own eyes.
He found that he had been placed in Class 4B, located on the fourth floor.
He walked through the hallway, nodding slightly at a few familiar faces. Some kids whispered when they saw him. Probably still talking about how he had ranked first in the entrance exam.
I ignored them.
Ranking first didn't mean anything.
As he entered, his sharp eyes quickly scanned the room. Around 28 students were already inside, chatting in small groups. Most of them bore clan symbols on their backs—the proud crests of the Uchiha, Hyūga, Nara, and other well-known families. Kazeo's expression remained neutral, but deep inside, he felt a tinge of competitiveness flare up.
The academy was just as I had expected. 'Rows of desks, children chatting excitedly, a few already forming their little social circles. I took a seat near the back, avoiding unnecessary attention.'
At exactly 8 AM, their instructor walked in
—a tall, sharp-eyed Chunin with dark brown hair and a scar running down his jaw. He introduced himself again as Okabe-sensei
"Before we begin, I'll distribute your identity cards."
After distributing identity cards ,some kids were still talking .
Wasting no time in setting the tone.
"You are not here to play. You are not here to make friends. You are here to become shinobi of Konohagakure. If you are expecting an easy time, leave now."
The room fell silent. A few kids swallowed nervously.
I didn't react.
I already knew what to expect.
This wasn't a normal school. It was a place to forge soldiers.
Okabe-sensei's gaze swept over the class before landing on me.
"You're the one who got first place, right?"
I met his eyes. "Yes, sensei."
He nodded. "Then stand up."
I did as he said.
"Let's see if you deserve that rank. Come down to the front."
Whispers erupted around the room. Some kids looked excited, others nervous. A few smirked, clearly eager to see me fail.
I walked to the front, keeping my movements controlled.
"Fight me," Okabe-sensei said.
The room went dead silent.
I stared at him, my mind racing.
What kind of test is this?
"You have five minutes," he continued, cracking his knuckles. "Land a single hit, and you pass."
A single hit.
Against a full-fledged Chunin.
I exhaled slowly.
Alright then.
I slid into a stance, eyes locked onto his every movement.
This…
This was going to be interesting.
To be continued.....
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