The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a warm golden hue across the landscape. I was already deep in the forest, far from the bustling streets of Konoha. This was my sanctuary, my training ground, a place where I could push my limits without distractions.
With each step, I felt the cool earth beneath my feet, the sensation grounding me as I ventured further into the woods. The tranquil chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves provided the perfect backdrop for my morning ritual.
I stopped in a small clearing, surrounded by towering trees. It was here that I began my daily regimen of chakra control exercises. I saw the leaves in my hand, plucked on the way. These leaves would be my training partners today.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to centre myself. Chakra, the life energy that flowed within every shinobi, coursed through my body. I could feel it, a subtle but powerful force that is unique to this world. With unwavering focus, I extended my hands, palms facing the leaves in my pouch.
"Chakra, flow," I whispered, and as if on command, my chakra obeyed. It surged through my arms and fingertips, enveloping the leaves in a gentle, green glow. The leaves lifted from the pouch, suspended in the air before me.
This was the essence of chakra control, the ability to manipulate the energy within oneself to perform precise tasks. In my case, I used it to attach the leaves to my body, a challenging exercise that demanded the utmost finesse.
With utmost care, I guided the leaves to specific points on my body – my arms, legs, chest, and even my forehead. The goal was to distribute them evenly, maintaining their delicate balance without letting them fall. It was a testament to my control over chakra, an art I had spent years honing.
As the leaves adhered to my skin, I could feel their weight, the gentle rustling as they fluttered in response to my movements. It was a delicate dance, a constant struggle to keep them in place. One wrong move, one lapse in concentration, and they would fall, forcing me to start anew.
For hours, I moved through the forest, my body a canvas adorned with fluttering leaves. I leaped, rolled, and sprinted, testing my control in various scenarios. The leaves remained steadfast, a testament to my progress.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, I couldn't help but smile.
With a final burst of energy, I leaped into the air, executing a flawless backflip. The leaves clung to my form, a living testament to my dedication. I landed gracefully, a sense of accomplishment washing over me.
[Chakra control:
Leaf exercise: 700]
Since the morning training was over, I walked back to the orphanage. Though the leaves are still attached to my body. I just covered them up with my clothes.
I found myself seated in a classroom, a place that felt strangely reminiscent of the schools in the normal world I had once known.
The first subject of the day was history, specifically the founding of Konoha. As the teacher spoke about the village's humble beginnings and the legendary First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection. It was as if I had lived through those times. I guess the impact on me is much more because of the canon knowledge regarding him and the erased part of Madara Uchiha.
The other students scribbled notes and asked questions, but I sat back, knowing that history was a puzzle I had already solved even better than the ones who lived through them.
Next came a lesson on herbs and poisons found in nature. We delved into the properties of various plants and mushrooms, learning which could heal and which could kill. The school even brought them to school for A class to see and feel them.
AI soon recorded which herbs could soothe a wound and which could induce sleep.
Geography followed, with maps spread across the classroom. We learned about the Land of Fire, the Land of Lightning, and the various hidden villages scattered across the shinobi world. My classmates struggled to remember the locations, but for me, it was second nature. I could close my eyes and see the entire map in my mind.
Benefits of having an AI in my mind.
Then came basic math and physics, subjects that seemed alien to most shinobi. But for me, they were a breeze. I could calculate trajectories and velocities with ease, understanding the science behind our jutsu and techniques.
Throughout the day, I could hear the distant shouts of my peer, Might Guy. His passionate cries of "YOUTH!" echoed through the village, a testament to his unwavering determination. While I sat in class, absorbing knowledge effortlessly, Guy continued to push the limits of his body with his intense training/ challenge to prove himself to the school.
As the final bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, I couldn't help but reflect on the strange duality of my existence. I was a shinobi in training, knowledge of a seasoned Doctor. While my classmates struggled to grasp the basics, I soared through the theory classes with ease.
But I knew that my journey was far from over. The physical training awaited me, and it was there that I would truly test my limits. With a sense of relief from the knowledge I had learnt in my previous life and a determination to match Guy's unwavering spirit, I left the classroom and headed for the training grounds.
The sun was high in the sky, and the training grounds were bathed in its warm embrace. I stood at the edge of the field with a stack of books beside me. These weren't just any books; they were the window to the world of shinobi and the key to growth of civilian born Ninja. But I had a secret weapon at my disposal, one that set me apart from the rest: my AI companion.
With a deep breath, I took a horse stance. It was time to dive into the world of Basic Taijutsu stances of Konoha.
"[AI], Begin the corrections from the books." I said, and the AI responded with a prompt.
I my body perfectly mirroring the illustration in the book. But the AI was quick to point out my flaws.
[Lean forward a bit more by 4 cm, and keep your balance centred]
I adjusted my posture, accordingly, feeling the difference in my stance. With each correction, I could feel my muscles working in harmony, as if they had a mind of their own. The AI was relentless, providing prompts and feedback on every detail, from the angle of my foot to the positioning of my arms.
Time seemed to blur as I moved from one stance to another, my body flowing effortlessly from one position to the next. The AI's guidance was invaluable, and I could feel myself improving with each correction. It was like having a personal trainer who could pinpoint my weaknesses and turn them into strengths.
I lost track of time as I continued my training. The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the field. But I was in a world of my own, fully immersed in the art of Taijutsu.
It wasn't until my AI companion alerted me in red that I realized the day was coming to an end.
[Host, your body has reached its limit for the day. Rest is essential for growth.]
I reluctantly stepped out of my stance, feeling a satisfying burn in my muscles. The AI had pushed me to my limit, and I couldn't have been happier. I wiped the sweat from my brow, grateful for the opportunity to train like this.
As I collected my books and headed home, I couldn't help but reflect on how far I had come. With the AI by my side, every movement had a purpose, every correction a step toward mastery.
I knew that with the AI, I can compete with the Clan kids and soon hope to step into level of monsters.