"Chakra is a mixture of Ki and Chi along with no that's about it, the whole using your mental energy to control it just means learning how to use it." I told everyone as we finished reading the academy's book on basic chakra control while putting my understanding into it.
"No, it's worse. A person can increase the chi or Ki if they train hard enough, but chakra has a limit no one can use more than what they are born with unless they have something that does that for them." the user of the Six Eyes.
We looked at each other before throwing the books to the side, there was nothing in them that helped us, and if we wanted to defend ourselves we either needed a teacher or better books.
That might not seem so bad but in a place where everything you do is being watched nothing we did remained a secret for long.
The day that we met was the day that we began to train each other, this is a world where people can make poison, fire, and trap you inside other dimensions just because they want to, so yeah we weren't going to take any chances.
The problems began when the adults and some kids asked us if we wanted to enter the academy, we all said no because we knew where that would put us.
Seeing the fights in the anime or reading them in the manga is amazing when you don't have to be in the fight risking your life, and none of us want to die. Unfortunately for us, our refusal didn't stop them and we found the adults watching us, or our parents were contacted by someone who told them that we had talent.
Again we refused.
"So how are you going to do this?" I ask everyone who looks at me with the same look that screams I don't know.
There are two kinds of schools in this world, schools for ninjas and schools for everyday people, luckily for us, we are in the one that doesn't force you to fight for your life, unless the ninjas come and for you to do that.
Who would have thought that training a bunch of kids to fight and use superpowers would result in them bullying those who don't receive that kind of training?
Our situation is even worse because we know that we can win against them but if we did then we would be forced to join the ninjas, and none of us want that, not to mention that if we fight those bastards seriously then everyone will find out that we have abilities.
"So what are our options?" I ask everyone.
"One we can keep getting our but kicked or we can beat the crap out of them." the user of the alpha stigma answers me.
"Easier said than done." I say to him while remembering how the adults nearby watch us whenever they attack us, but only move to stop us when we defend ourselves.
"How about we use our Reality Marbles? That way we could stop anyone from seeing us and there's no evidence that we did anything?" the mage says to us.
'The problem is that the ninjas are always watching them, they don't give a crap about us, but they make sure that those bastards never get hurt." The siphonic user says to her.
The mood in the room grows heavy, it seems that no matter what we the results will be bad for us, but when one of us notices that the kids outside are running from something we know that we can't continue living like this.
We throw ourselves to the wall and hide underneath the window, one of the good things is that the bullies don't have a way of sensing people. Most of the time it doesn't matter because the training they receive somehow makes their hearing and sense of smell stronger, so they can find us no matter where we hide.
We look at our teacher but she ignores the chaos outside just like all of the adults, in the village. To her and everyone else, it's our fault for being weak, but everyone who fights back is sent to the ninja academy.
A village of loyalists, that's what they call this place, for those with power that's probably true, but for people like us, the ones that no one cares about it's a village full of people who don't dare to speak up.
A door closing loudly tells us that the kids are running inside to hide, as long as they get to one of the classrooms the ninjas can't hurt them, most will escape but some won't.
We slowly get up and peek through the window, each of us has a ball that we made of wet paper, the balls aren't anything special and anyone can make them.
We can see a group of kids there are about six maybe ten of them surrounded by three ninjas, the kids are crying and trembling with fear.
I can see that one of them has a black eye, no doubt the result of one of the bullies hitting him. I watch as the window slowly opens before we throw our paperballs at the ninjas.
We don't bother to see if we hit anyone we hide behind the wall and listen to the people outside yell in anger, after a moment we slowly get up and find that everyone is gone. We don't know what happened to the kids, maybe the ninjas took them somewhere, or maybe our distraction worked and they managed to get away.
We turn and find that our teacher is leaving, we don't bother putting our books away, the only reason that we are safe is because the teacher is here, if she's gone then the room becomes just as dangerous as the outside.
We run behind the teacher, and it isn't long before the rest of the kids who are still in the school do the same, once we reach the outside it's going to be every man for himself, because our teacher stops being a teacher and becomes just like everyone else.
The brown doors are right in front of us we can all feel each other's hearts beating together, once the doors open we will know if anyone is waiting for us or if the area is safe.
The first teacher opens the door and we all run, we don't bother speeding up, in a single move we all change from walking to running. This moment is something that we are both excited and afraid of.
I can feel my excitement being replaced with fear when I see the ninjas watching us, but once we cross the main gates they won't be able to attack us because the Ambu will punish them.
I ignore the cries of pain that the kids behind me let out, the ninjas are throwing rocks at us, but it will be alright as long as we cross the gate. The burning sensation of something hitting the side of my stomach forces me to the ground, but a pair of hands pulls me to my feet and guides me to the gate.
The pain is slowly replaced with anger, when I notice that my friends are bleeding, looks like I wasn't the only one who was hit.
"Stop, enough is enough." I say to them but they ignore me.
'Guys." I say to them but they tell me to shut up. I'm about to try to stop them from running when they start to talk.
"They're watching us."
"Do you want to be like them?" they say to me while pulling me out of the school grounds. We let out a breath and as much as we want to look back, we know that we can't.
The teachers walk past us and tell us to hurry home while ignoring the sounds of the kids crying behind them.