The First of a Generation

Ch 3: Return to the Lab and Good Parenting

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Jorunal Entry/Shinobi Language

"All Might Speaking"

Jutsu/Special Attack

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Chakra exercises are the way many shinobi and even samurai improve their own control and reserves. Chakra is what many would refer to as a life-force, but that is not quite right. It is tied to one's life force but is not. The existence of Chakra was given by the sage of Six Paths. He and his two sons taught others how to use Chakra. It was in fact his elder son that discovered Hand Signs.

Running out of chakra is considered fatal, with a few rare exceptions. Growing one's chakra network is necessary as a developing shinobi. Many exercises have come and gone but three stand out in particular. Although there is a fourth one that was used by one Naruto Uzumaki, it is not recommended unless you have an understanding of Chakra natures and are a wind type user.

The first exercise is one usually taught in a shinobi academy, the leaf sticking exercise. It is most prominent in Konoha, but other villages have repeated the same exercise with some deviations. For a time, Iwa attempted to use small pebbles. However due to lack of surface area, this was not a suitable replacement.

Because this is the first exercise it is also the easiest. Place a leaf on your forehead and use chakra to keep it in place. It's a simple problem of how much charka do you use. Too much and the leaf goes flying, and too little the leaf will not stick. Some have described the feeling as like little hooks tethering into the leaf while others have described it as a sort of glue. It is trial and error and unlike the other two exercises, the likelihood of injuring yourself is negligible. This exercise has been mastered when you can keep the leaf in place for one hour, while actively doing something else.

The Second exercise is called the tree walking exercise or the Stone climbing exercise, depending on which village you're studying in. The basics are the same as the leaf exercise, but instead of your forehead it's your feet. You place your feet on a vertical surface and adhere to it, walking up. Too much and you'll blast yourself off and too little, you'll fall off. The feet have the least amount of chakra nodes present, making it more difficult to perform it. Be incredibly careful, because if you fall you can break something, or give yourself a concussion. The exercise is mastered when you can successfully keep the form for one hour while sparring. If no sparring partner is present practice katas. The third and fourth exercises, depending on which chakra nature you have, for the latter, will be discussed later in this journal.

*CLICK!* "I-Is this it Izuku?" Izuku turned his head to look up to his mother, before nodding. "Yeah mom. I found this after I, got lost." He heaved open the door before walking forward to take a step down. Inko stops him with a hand. "I'll go first, I want to make sure it's safe." "But mom-"

"No buts, it's a mother's job to make sure you're safe. Even if you've gone down here before, doesn't mean it can support the weight of a grown adult." Hesitantly Izuku took a step back as Inko began to descend the ladder.

Once Izuku was down, he looked up at his mother as she tried to see her way in the darkness. How do you…ACHOO!" Izuku giggled. "I did the same when I first came in here." And like last time, the torches came on with a loud fwoosh. "Come on mom, it's a very big place."

They began to walk down the pathway as Inko looked around taking in details. However, unlike last time, Izuku could understand what was written on the doors. The first two doors simply said Ninjutsu and Taijutsu. "Don't bother mom, the doors are locked until I take ownership." Inko had a look of perplexation. "Take ownership?"

Izuku rubbed his neck. "I'll explain once we reach the last room." Izuku and Inko pass a second set, this time saying, Genjutsu and Kenjutsu. "What do the doors say?" Izuku looked back at his mother. "They're libraries, the door plates say what's inside. We've passed, Ninjutsu, the art of expelling Chakra. Taijutsu, the art of hand to hand. Genjutsu, the art of sensory manipulation and Kenjutsu, the art of swordplay."

Inko flinched back. "You are not going to be play with swords until you're older. Got It. I don't want to have to worry about if you cut off a finger because you weren't carful." Izuku stopped waving his hands around while trying to calm his panicking mother. "I was planning on it when I was older like eight or nine. Not when I'm this small." She paused, considering his proposal. "Fine, but only after you take some classes under a master first, it's like waving a giant knife around, you could cut someone else or yourself without intending to."

Izuku agreed with his mother. He was kind of afraid of disfiguring somebody. They began walking and came across two more doors, Izuku noting that this was the last pair before the trio at the end. He told his mother what they were as they walked past. Fuinjutsu or the art of seals and Elemental Kekkai Genkai Jutsu, the studies of elemental based bloodlines. Izuku noted that he'd have to test himself if he had a latent Kekkai Genkai and if not, test whoever he might take as a future student.

Soon enough Izuku and Inko came across the trio of doors at the end. Izuku looked at the two doors. The right said, Forbidden Jutsu and the left said Genetic Samples. He elected to ignore these two doors until a later date. What was listed on the center door were the rooms sealed off until he unlocked it, likely to ward off thieves who didn't bother to learn the language. It simply said, Workroom, Personal Quarters, Laboratory, Training room, and Personal Vault.-

Izuku didn't need to guess what was in the Vault. Orochimaru did say what was in there were unique things, one of their kind, and like everything else in the hideout would wither away if not properly preserved. Summoning contracts, his personal blade, Kusanagi, the Konoha forbidden scroll, a sample of the Eight Tails' Chakra, and the Samehada. According to the journal, Orochimaru prioritized it over the other swords as unlike it's counterparts, it was alive and sentient. The others could withstand the test of time, it could not. Without a supply of chakra to keep it alive, it would wither away leaving not even a handle. Although, Izuku did read something about Orochimaru being sentimental. While he didn't plan on wielding Samehada himself, perhaps he could find a good user for it.

He opened the door and entered, his mother following. "What the journal said, I need to take ownership of this place in order to access the libraires of knowledge." Inko looked around the empty room before focusing on the empty desk. "How do you do that Izuku?"

Izuku took a few steps forward, gathering chakra in his left thumb, before whipping out a small razor blade. Before Inko could say anything, he cut said thumb and slammed his palm on the desk. "Izuku what are you-" When his Chakra filled blood touched the desk, an invisible seal made itself known and the room began to transform. Shelves of books began to rise from the ground as four doors reveled themselves. Two opposite of each other and the last two, opposite of the entryway. Izuku dropped the razor on the desk and pulled out a band aid to stop the healing. His chakra control was not at the point that he could stop blood flow and accelerate minor healing, like contract summoners could.

Inko quickly leaped forward and grabbed the dangerous object. "Izuku why would you ever do something so dangerous and why didn't you tell me?!" Inko's bottom lip was quivering, and she looked ready to cry, although Izuku couldn't tell. The room finished as Izuku sighed. "I'm sorry mom, I just, it was necessary." Inko looked down. "*Hic* Why was it necessary and why keep it from me. Don't you know that only make me worry more? You're only six and yet you act like a teenager most of the time nowadays. A part of me wants *hic* for you to go back, but even I know that won't happen. It doesn't stop me from worrying about you so much it hurts." At this point Izuku started to cry, apologizing profusely and trying to explain the situation.

It took them a good ten minutes before they were both calm enough for Izuku to explain the situation. By this point Izuku sat on the ground while Inko took the only chair in the room. "It's, it's a blood seal. It requires both my Chakra and blood to key me into this place." Inko butted into his explanation. "Then I could have taken you to a doctor and gotten some blood drawn. You didn't need to cause bodily harm." Izuku looked down, guilty. "According to the j-journal. It has to be fresh from the wound blood. No less than a minute since it was removed. Shinobi often bit their thumbs when they needed blood, but I didn't want to cause a major wound. I'm sorry." Inko nodded along.

"What's a blood seal?" He looked at her. "A blood seal uses blood as a catalyst, to activate it's designed purpose. Basically, I took ownership of this place and only I can come and go as I please. I can let someone else in or add them to an approval list of sorts, but only I have full access. The only downside is anyone with direct blood relations to me, uncle, aunt, parent, grandparent, sibling, niece, nephew, child, or grandchild, can also come and go as they please. For Orochimaru this wasn't a problem because he had no living relatives, so he never bothered to get better security." Inko nodded before looking Izuku directly in the eyes.

"You know, I'm not angry about you doing that. You clearly knew what you were doing. What I was angry about is you couldn't trust me enough to tell me." Izuku flinched. "But, I understand, the other adults, your teachers, the doctor, even your father, you've lost nearly all trust you had in adults. But know this my precious treasure, I'm your mother, and I know you're good person. So long as my heart beats and I breath, I will always support you." His father left when Izuku was four. No explanation was given but he always thought it was because he was Quirkless. Izuku began to cry, as he reached out for a hug.

"M-mommy. *Hic*" Inko enveloped him in a hug. "Let it all out Izuku." He started to squeeze very tight. "I want to leave. It hurts so much, and I just want to leave." Inko continued to hug him as he cried into her shoulder, getting her shirt wet, but that didn't matter to her. All that mattered was Izuku. "Where do you want to leave?"

"*Hic* S-School. Everyone is mean and I-I don't like it. I ask for help and nobody h-helps. The teachers do nothing and the kids, they, they, they beat me up with quirks." For the first time, possibly in her life Inko saw red. 'They lied to me, I voiced my complaints to them, after seeing the bruises and they said Izuku never mentioned anything. I trusted them!' But before she stormed off, she slowed down and thought rationally. "Did Katsuki ever h-hurt you?" She hoped it wasn't true, that her best friend son wasn't a bully but hopes can often be disappointing.

Izuku nodded, fear visible in his form. "K-kaa-ccc-chan is often the m-meanist. The burns hurt soi much and I'm so scared. All I wanted to do was play, but I get beaten up. I d-don't want to b-be deku. I want to be I-I-Izuku." Inko had a look cross her face. 'Deku? But that means useless or if you want to go old, wooden puppet. My son is not useless!' "M-mom you're crushing me." "S-Sorry Izuku, your mother is just very angry at you're school."

"I didn't get lost." Inko blinked, Izuku's words had come out so quietly that she almost didn't hear them. "What?" Izuku spoke again, louder this time. "I didn't get lost, I was left behind. K-Kaachan hoped an animal would hurt me and I would never bother him a-again. I-I only found this place by accident." Inko rubbed his fluffy hair trying to bring some comfort to him. "Do you want to be homeschooled?" Izuku nodded.

"Alright, but I don't have enough to get a babysitter on the rare events I have to go out. When that does happen, I'm going to lock the door, and if somebody knocks you will not answer it. Promise me you'll do this and I'll get you enrolled in a homeschool program, okay?" Izuku nodded as his eyes started to droop, likely tiring himself out from his emotional breakdown. "Is there a place for you to sleep here?"

Izuku pointed to a specific door and Inko took that cue, carrying him over, opening the door and entering a small room. A large bed could be seen in the center, with a small door on the left and a desk on the right. She placed Izuku on the soft but firm bed and opened the door to the left. It was a small bathroom, toilet, small sink and a shower. Nothing to fancy.

She turned on the faucet and too her surprise water came flowing out. Izuku hadn't explained everything about this place yet so she simply turned it off and closed the door. She looked down at her only child, who was starting to wrap himself up in the thin blanket. 'I'm glad I delt with this before it got worse, I don't know exactly what would happen if I ignored this but I have a good idea. And I hate it. A mother is supposed to die before her child, not the other way around.'

While Izuku rested, Inko began to plan out how to tear down that school of his, and if she couldn't bring it down, she would drag it though so much mud that not even the janitor could get another job elsewhere. Never get between a mother and her cub.

Unknown to Inko and Izuku, when the rooms were unfrozen form stasis, Izuku's close proximity and active chakra network had caused five genetic samples, blood samples, to ripple. The most prominent of the two, Madara Uchiha and Sasuke Uchiha.

Boy that went way off the rails. Did you know I was planning on doing a chapter where Izuku did chakra exercises under his mother's supervision? But as I continued to type, family fluff just seemed to poor out. Guess I'm giving the big middle finger to organization. As a reviewer on Fanfiction pointed out, Orochimaru would have collected artifacts from people as the shinobi started to die out. I choose to focus on this that could perish far more easily than others. It's why paper-based objects like books and scrolls didn't get left behind. Samehada is the same reason, it's living and without a source of food it would die. Nothing could live thousands of years without food. Plus Orochimaru only had so much space, and it was only himself by that point, prioritize what's more important.