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Three Months Later*
The air in the training dojo was thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Three months had passed since Indra's Sharingan had awakened, and the world had shifted on its axis. Hagoromo, consumed by the power of his eldest son's newfound abilities, had withdrawn him for intensive personal training. This left Kimura to spar with Asura, a welcome change in many ways.
Asura, unlike Indra, was a whirlwind of chaotic energy. His fighting style was raw and brutal, a relentless barrage of heavy punches and kicks. He was a bulldozer, relentless and unstoppable. Kimura, accustomed to Indra's more calculated, tactical approach, found herself struggling to adapt. Asura's unpredictability threw her off, forcing her to rely on her instincts and reflexes.
"You're like an iron golem!" Kimura panted, standing over Asura who lay sprawled on the mat.
Asura grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's why they call me 'Asura the Strong,' sister."
Their sparring session was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Hagoromo entered the dojo, Indra trailing behind him. But something was different. The Sharingan in Indra's eyes, now three-tomoe, glowed with an unsettling intensity. A cold, calculating glint had replaced the playful spark that usually danced in his eyes. He moved with a newfound confidence, an air of authority that hadn't been there before.
"Kimura," Indra said, his voice surprisingly firm. "I wish to spar with you. I want to test the limits of these new eyes."
Kimura, despite her initial apprehension, couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. "Sure," she replied, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "It's been a while since I kicked your ass."
Indra's frown deepened. "Things will be different this time, Kimura."
The air crackled with anticipation. The playful sparring sessions of the past felt a distant memory. Something had changed in Indra, and Kimura sensed a darkness lurking beneath the surface.
"BEGIN!"* Hagoromo's voice boomed, and the clash began. Kimura exploded into motion, a blur of speed as she launched a vicious left hook. But Indra, anticipating her move, was already gone, a ghost in the wind. He sidestepped with an almost supernatural grace, leaving Kimura swinging at empty air.
Undeterred, she followed up with a rapid three-part combo: a low kick to the leg, a powerful strike to the ribs, and a vicious uppercut aimed at his jaw. Indra, however, was a mirror, deflecting each blow with effortless ease. He seized the opportunity, grabbing her outstretched leg and using it as leverage to sweep her off her feet.
Kimura, agile as a cat, rolled with the impact, landing lightly on her feet. "His movements… they're different," she thought, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach. "Like he's… anticipating my every move."
Indra's Sharingan, swirling with crimson, seemed to bore into her very soul. "Reading my mind?" she whispered, disbelief coloring her voice.
He didn't deny it. "Perhaps," he said, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
Kimura, shaken, launched another attack, this time aiming for a low sweep. Indra, with a graceful leap, evaded the move. Seizing the opening, she unleashed a flying knee, a devastating blow. But Indra, as if clairvoyant, anticipated her every move. He countered with a vicious elbow strike, shattering her momentum. Kimura crashed to the ground, the wind knocked out of her.
Indra, implacable, delivered the final blow. A swift, brutal palm strike to the chin sent her reeling. Before she could recover, he drove his knee into her sternum with a sickening thud. The air was sucked from her lungs.
"It's over," Indra declared, his voice devoid of emotion.
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Indra, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, allowed Kimura to stand. The three months of intense training with his father had paid dividends. He had delved deep into the mysteries of his Sharingan, uncovering a wealth of new abilities.
Firstly, he could now predict his opponent's moves with uncanny accuracy. It was like seeing the future unfold before his eyes, granting him an almost unfair advantage in combat. He had also discovered the ability to perceive chakra, to see how it flowed and how it was molded into intricate shapes. This newfound awareness had allowed him to learn and create ninjutsu with an almost effortless ease.
But the most intriguing discovery was the effect his Sharingan had on animals. When they met his gaze, they seemed to fall into a hypnotic trance, their movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated. The implications of this ability were vast, and Indra was eager to explore its full potential.
With each passing day, Indra felt his power growing, his confidence soaring. His victory over Kimura, though satisfying, merely reinforced this belief. Yet, even as he reveled in his newfound strength, a nagging feeling persisted. He sensed another level to his Sharingan, a power yet untapped, a potential that shimmered just beyond his reach, beckoning him to delve deeper into the abyss of his own power.
Indra, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, allowed Kimura to stand. The three months of intense training with his father had paid dividends. He had delved deep into the mysteries of his Sharingan, uncovering a wealth of new abilities.
Firstly, he could now predict his opponent's moves with uncanny accuracy. It was like seeing the future unfold before his eyes, granting him an almost unfair advantage in combat. He had also discovered the ability to perceive chakra, to see how it flowed and how it was molded into intricate shapes. This newfound awareness had allowed him to learn and create ninjutsu with an almost effortless ease.
But the most intriguing discovery was the effect his Sharingan had on animals. When they met his gaze, they seemed to fall into a hypnotic trance, their movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated. The implications of this ability were vast, and Indra was eager to explore its full potential.
With each passing day, Indra felt his power growing, his confidence soaring. His victory over Kimura, though satisfying, merely reinforced this belief. Yet, even as he reveled in his newfound strength, a nagging feeling persisted. He sensed another level to his Sharingan, a power yet untapped, a potential that shimmered just beyond his reach, beckoning him to delve deeper into the abyss of his own power.
Kimura, shaken by the intensity of the spar, excused herself immediately. She needed time to process the encounter, to analyze Indra's movements, and to identify weaknesses in her own fighting style. Hagoromo watched her go, a deep frown creasing his brow. The stronger Indra became, the more his thirst for power seemed to grow.
"He's becoming more and more like Kaguya," Hagoromo muttered, his voice laced with a hint of unease.
Asura, oblivious to his father's concern, rushed towards Indra, his eyes wide with excitement. "Wow, brother! You were incredible! You've never beaten Kimura that badly before!"
Indra, however, remained unfazed. "With my new power," he declared, his voice devoid of emotion, "I can't be beaten." He then turned and walked away, leaving Asura standing alone, a flicker of unease crossing his face.
The other monks, witnessing Indra's newfound strength and the chilling coldness that seemed to emanate from him, began to eye him with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Yet, they still admired him. After all, it was Indra, through his teachings, who had shown them the wonders of ninjutsu. They had learned to manipulate the elements, to conjure water to nourish their crops, to shape the earth to create fertile gardens, and to summon fire for warmth and cooking. Their lives, once arduous and limited, had been transformed by the power of ninjutsu.
Kimura walked towards her study, her mind racing. The spar with Indra had left her reeling. It wasn't just his strength or his newfound abilities; it was the uncanny way he anticipated her every move. At first, she attributed it to increased speed – he simply reacted faster than she could. But that wasn't it. He wasn't moving faster than her; he was moving *before* her. It was as if he saw the future, a fleeting glimpse of her actions before she even made them.
Reaching her study, Kimura closed the door and sank into deep meditation. How could she overcome this precognitive advantage? If he could see her moves before she made them, she needed to become unpredictable, to break the pattern of his perception.
An idea sparked in her mind. "Speed," she whispered, "I need to become faster." But raw speed alone wouldn't be enough. Even if she could outpace his predictions, his reflexes were undoubtedly sharpened by the Sharingan.
She began to ponder. How could she increase her speed to a level that would truly surpass his abilities? Then, a light bulb flickered in her mind. Fuinjutsu.
Kimura had spent countless hours studying the human body, delving into the intricacies of its physical limitations. She remembered reading about the principle of resistance training – how pushing the body beyond its limits forced it to adapt and grow stronger.
"A gravity seal," she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eye. She would create a fuinjutsu formula that would artificially increase her body weight, forcing her muscles to work harder, to adapt to the increased strain. It would be a grueling regimen, but it would undoubtedly push her physical limits, allowing her to achieve speeds she never thought possible.
Excited by the prospect, Kimura began sketching the intricate symbols of her fuinjutsu formula. It would be a complex seal, requiring precise chakra control and a deep understanding of the human body. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but the thought of surpassing Indra, of proving herself against his newfound power, fueled her determination.
The next day, Kimura, fueled by a potent mix of adrenaline and anticipation, activated the fuinjutsu. The moment the seal connected with her chakra network, a crushing weight slammed into her. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, the impact sending tremors through the earth.
"Damn it," she muttered, struggling to breathe. She had overestimated the initial output. Quickly, she channeled chakra back into the seal, reducing the gravitational force. The weight lessened, allowing her to finally stand. Even with the reduced effect, the increased gravity weighed heavily on her, each movement requiring a conscious effort.
A devious grin spread across her face. This was exactly what she wanted.
She headed towards the shelves, her gaze scanning the rows of training manuals. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for: a book on calisthenics. It described a system of bodyweight exercises designed to push the human body to its limits. Push-ups, pull-ups, squats, dips – the fundamentals were simple, but the book also detailed advanced variations, gravity-defying feats like front and back levers, muscle-ups, and planches.
Initially, Kimura had focused solely on increasing her speed. But as she delved deeper into the book, she realized the importance of strength. Speed without control was useless, and her body needed to be strong enough to withstand the forces generated by high-speed movements.
She decided to master this art, to push her body to its absolute limits. The path ahead would be arduous, demanding immense discipline and unwavering dedication. But Kimura was ready. She grabbed the calisthenics book and headed towards the training field, a fierce determination burning within her.
Kimura approached her father, explaining her plan to train in seclusion for the next few months. Hagoromo, recognizing the fierce determination in her eyes, readily agreed.
Months later, deep within the secluded training grounds, Kimura hung from a sturdy branch, her muscles straining. This was no ordinary pull-up. This was a muscle-up, a dynamic movement that required explosive power and impeccable coordination. With a surge of strength, she pulled herself up, her chin clearing the branch, then, with a powerful thrust of her legs, she swung her body over the branch, completing the movement in a single fluid motion.
Her training regimen was grueling. In addition to the calisthenics, she incorporated intense speed drills, sprinting across the training grounds, pushing her body to its limits. Long-distance runs further enhanced her endurance, allowing her to sustain high levels of exertion for extended periods.
Before increasing the gravitational load of the fuinjutsu, Kimura would deactivate the seal, allowing her body to acclimate to its newfound strength and speed. The first time she deactivated the seal, she was shocked by the results. Her movements were a blur, her speed far exceeding her expectations. She felt a surge of raw power, a newfound agility that surprised even herself. It seemed the fuinjutsu had worked far better than she had anticipated.
After months of rigorous training, Kimura felt ready. She was ready to face Indra, to test the fruits of her labor against his newfound power. A fierce determination burned within her, a burning desire to prove herself, to demonstrate that even against the Sharingan, her spirit would not be broken.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training grounds, Kimura decided to call it a day. Tomorrow, she would rejoin the main training sessions, eager to see how her newfound strength would fare against her peers.
As she walked back, a faint sound caught her attention – the rhythmic clash of weapons, the deep exhale of focused breathing. Curiosity piqued, she followed the sound, her footsteps light and silent.
She soon discovered the source of the noise: her father, Hagoromo, training alone in a secluded clearing. Kimura, surprised, quickly concealed herself behind a large oak tree, observing him from the shadows.
Hagoromo, oblivious to her presence, moved with a grace that belied his age. Surrounding him were nine swirling orbs of black energy, each pulsating with an eerie light. With a flick of his wrist, he shaped the orbs into various forms – a spear of obsidian, a staff that crackled with energy, a shimmering dome that enveloped him in an impenetrable shield.
Kimura's eyes widened in fascination. This was something new, something she had never seen before. She quickly unsealed a brush and paper from her pouch, her fingers flying as she meticulously sketched the shapes and movements she had witnessed. This ability… it was incredible, a testament to the immense power that resided within her father.
With a satisfied sigh, she tucked the paper away, her mind already racing with possibilities. This ability… she wanted to learn it.
She left the clearing, her footsteps light and determined. Tomorrow, she would rejoin the others, eager to showcase the fruits of her arduous training. But more importantly, she would begin her own exploration of this new and intriguing technique, a technique that had the potential to revolutionize her own fighting style.
Sorry this chapter is shorter thsn usual. I didnt have much time. I hope you enjoy regardless. Things will go down hill in a chapter or two.