After morizing every word of the scroll, I reluctantly placed it back on the shelf. I couldn’t take it with . These weren’t Academy textbooks. These were village property. Secret techniques. Stuff you don’t walk out with unless you want to wake up in an interrogation room.
I left. Then imdiately ca back for a final glance. Just a quick one. The ancient librarian narrowed his eyes at like he was seconds away from turning into a final boss, so I made sure my second visit was short. Then I left for real.
Excited and jittery like I’d just downed five cups of sugar water, I headed straight for the usual small forest .
Lightning Release: Flicker Step.
A movent technique. My first official ninjutsu.
Not teleportation. Not magic. Just raw chakra control and suicidal leg twitching.
I took a deep breath, channeled chakra into my legs, and aid it toward the soles of my feet. Thin layer. No flooding. High-frequency vibration. Controlled current. No sudden hospital visits.
A sharp tingle ran up my calf.
“Okay… we’re buzzing. That’s… sothing.”
I took a step.
Big mistake.
My foot blasted off like it was trying to break the sound barrier. I stumbled forward like a newborn giraffe on stilts and nearly headbutted a tree.
“Too much juice. Noted.”
Reset. I gathered chakra again, this ti gentler. Softer hum. Ripple, not shockwave. The trick was rhythm. The scroll had made it sound easy. It was not.
I stepped again.
Half a blink later, I was face-first in the dirt, chewing moss.
“Okay. Direction control. We’re working on it.”
I spat out a leaf and sat up. Still breathing. Technically a win.
Ten more tries. So better. Most not. A couple almost killed .
Attempt number eleven? I flickered forward maybe two ters. No tree collisions. No faceplants. Just a very shaky crouch and a whole lot of leg twitching.
Progress.
Exhausting, chakra-draining, muscle-burning progress.
I collapsed onto a mossy patch and stared at the canopy above, chest rising and falling. My whole body felt like it had been mildly electrocuted, which… fair. The concept was working. The technique was sound. I just had to teach my atbag of a body how to keep up.
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“Rember, Baby steps,” I muttered. “Electrified baby steps.”
I closed my eyes for a minute or two, letting the forest return to its usual ambiance. Birds chirped again. A breeze stirred the leaves. Even the mosquitoes backed off, probably out of pity.
I got up. One more ti.
Chakra to the soles. Thin layer. Pulse at the step.
I didn’t overthink it. I just moved.
Surge. Blur. Flicker.
Three ters. Clean. Controlled. Landed on both feet. No falling. No faceplants. No torn hamstring.
I landed steady.
I grinned like an idiot.
“Okay. Now we’re getting sowhere.”
Still rough. Still not battle-ready. But I’d found the rhythm. And once you feel it once, you can find it again. And again.
I kept practicing until the sun went down. Dozen more bursts. Short flickers, refining my angle and speed. My legs were crying. My calves were weeping. Even my toes were begging for rcy.
But I was grinning like a maniac.
I picked up my bag and started walking ho, legs shaking with every step. The technique needed months of refining, but the foundation was there. I was finally a real shinobi-in-training.
As I neared my flat, I spotted a familiar figure standing near the entrance.
Shizuru.
She waved when she saw , then imdiately frowned.
I approached her, still winded.
Before I could say a word, she grumbled, “You were supposed to et today. Tutoring, then physical training. You vanished.”
I grinned. “I had sothing important to do.”
She looked up and down. “What, wrestle bears? You look like you just fought a war.”
I chuckled. 'I did, actually. Once. But you are close enough”
Honestly, she’d made real progress lately. After a month of physical training, she could actually finish Daiken’s brutal exercises without collapsing. Not that I’d ever tell her that directly.
She huffed. “You should honor your commitnts.”
I shrugged. “I’m a kid. What kid does that?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You are not as immature as the others. Don’t act like it.”
Fair.
She sighed. “Anyway, I didn’t co to fight. My parents wouldn’t stop nagging about how I haven’t invited my only… fri…. I an classmate… over for a al yet. Since you’ve been helping with training and all.” She hesitated. “So… they’re inviting you. Be polite.”
I blinked. “Free food? Say no more. I’ll be there.”
She twitched at that. Then stared at expectantly.
“What?” I asked.
“Aren’t you going to invite to your place? I’ve never seen it.”
Oh. Right.
“Yeah, sure. Co in.”
She followed up the stairs and into my humble, overly practical flat.
The mont we walked in, her eyes narrowed like a security sensor locking on a threat. She scanned everything like a mini ANBU.
She pointed at my table. “Those plates look suspiciously like the ones from the cafeteria.”
I laughed nervously. “Coincidence. Completely unrelated.”
She stepped closer and picked up a spoon. “They have the Academy logo.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I bought them from the sa supplier.”
I quickly offered her a seat and slid over so food as a distraction.
She looked down at it, horrified. “This is cafeteria food.”
I coughed. “No, it is not”
She stared. “There’s lint in it.”
I waved a hand. “Fibers are good for your health.”
Her eyes wandered upward and landed on the ceiling mural. For the first ti since she walked in, her expression changed.
“That’s… beautiful,” she said softly. Then quickly coughed. “I didn’t know you could draw.”
I looked up at the swirling galaxy. “Just a hobby.”
She nodded slowly. “Alright. I’ll give you that. Your place is clean and organized. I wasn’t expecting that.”
I gave her a fake offended look, then brought out the final act.
Dessert.
A cup of sugar water.
In a cafeteria cup.
Her face went dark.
She stared at the cup like it had betrayed her.
“...How bad are you at managing your finances?”
I lowered my head in sha. “I’m probably the worst there is.”
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