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As soon they decided the destination, the wagon continued moving. Along the way, Murata was kept practicing to sense the chakra around him.

"Control your breath, inhale slowly, and exhale in fast," His father specially instructed him while they were on the wagon. While his sister Nasu and his mother watching him amusedly.

"I can't believe, brother forgot how to control chakra, hehe," Nasu scoffed while sticking out her little tongue." Aw! It's hurt, mother!" but then his mother slammed her head with hand.

"Ssh! That was normal, considering his meridian got hit in the back," his mother glared at his sister, who was naughty and pouting away.

Murata was sweating while closing his eyes with his hand doing a hand sign placed near his chest.

Oh my god, this is really hard, he thought. He always trying to focus the chakra that looked like snakes on his body to move to the point of his back.

However, every time he tried to control those snakes, the snakes refused and gathered back to his abdomen. While from the outside, Murata's body was seen letting out an unstable greenish chakra for a moment before dimmed down.

"HA!" Opening his eyes, he breathed heavily and saw the floor already wet while noticed his father's gaze.

"Hmph! After we arrive at Konoha and get a permanent resident, you better already mastered some basic or I'll torture you!" his father snorted and then sat on the corner, closing his eyes while doing meditation.

Soon his father's body was enveloped by greenish chakra, and the chakra followed every movement of his body. The flow was in rhythm, unlike him.

However, instead of giving up, Murata seemed to become more excited after seeing his father. He wanted to do the meditation again but was stopped by his mother.

"Son, you should rest first. You don't have enough chakra to practice again. " Looking at his son's insisting gaze, she sighed," Instead, you can train your body with those weights," As his mother spoke softly, she pointed at the object on the corner that looked like a dumbbell from his past life.

However, instead of curved iron on the tip, this dumbbell is a large rock with hardened earth as the pole.

His eyes shining upon seeing the familiar object," Thanks, mother!" Without hesitation, Murata grabs the dumbbell and doing the basic muscle training.

"What are you doing?" Ichijo was confused upon seeing the strange action his son doing.

"I know what I have to do, mother," Murata calmly replied as he lifted one of the dumbbells with only his fore right arm, making the repeated moves until made his right hand trembled.

After that, he did the same exercise with his other hands, making his face and whole body red due to exhaustion.

*thumb*

"HA!" Murata dropped the dumbbell down, making the wagon slightly shaken due to the shock. He did not notice his father furrowed his eyes brows upon sensing this.

He lay on the floor while looking at the wooden ceiling, Although I knew the right method to train my body to become more powerful and agile, this small body could not keep up with this pressure.

What he said is actually true. Back then, when he trained to become a perfect young master of a mafia family, the training method was special unlike those body builders.


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