Jujutsu Reincarnation: Unleashing The Ten Shadows In Naruto

Genuine Progress And Foreboding

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-Story Start-

-Evening Time-

-4 Months Following The Entrance Ceremony At The Academy-

-Third Person POV-

In an underground training ground, a hush prevails, only disturbed by the melody of action. A young boy, his face earnest and covered in sweat, diligently practices a series of katas. His strikes find their mark on a training dummy with unwavering precision, each punch and kick a testament to his unwavering commitment.

To his left, an older man with hair as white as snow sits on a chair. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, remains locked on the boy's every move. He observes with sharp eyes, offering critiques with the precision of a skilled craftsman, pointing out each of the boy's mistakes. Frustration bubbles beneath the surface of the young boy as his mentor's comments continue to break his concentration and irritate him. Behind the older man is a table filled with vials of differing colors containing concerning-looking liquids that are presumably unsafe for consumption.

But what truly grabs attention is the astounding sight to the boy's right. Here, two magnificent Wolves and a Toad engage in their own training routine. Their target, a sturdier and more robust dummy, bears the brunt of their combined assault. The Toad, with impressive strength, flings the dummy around with its tongue, while the Wolves leap with natural grace, delivering potent strikes and fierce maulings.

This peculiar scene might seem unusual, but for our protagonist, Akira Nara, it's a familiar ritual, an event that unfolds every Thursday and Saturday without fail.

Much to his conflicted emotions.

-Akira POV-

You know, after my DELIGHTFUL first impressions of Eiichi I was skeptical of returning here. Really skeptical, but then again, I of course thought better of it since this was my only chance at getting special and professional training this early in my prospective Shinobi career.

After fuming about my broken arms, insulted ego, and missing my chance at fishing as a result of my first training session with Eiichi... Uncle felt the full brunt of my wrath.

Cussing at him like I'm Inoichi as well as stabbing holes in his pillow while he was away might seem petty, but it garnered me an additional week of Kitchen duty courtesy of Auntie witnessing my colorful language.

So I believe it was fair game. And he really deserved it for not warning me about... This kind and gentle Elder of mine whom I've decided to accept as a Sensei, determined to come here every Thursday and Saturday as he demanded of me at our first meeting.

...The thought of skipping training did cross my mind, and I was pretty curious of what would be the consequences of just not coming here as instructed.

I decided not to test the patience of an allegedly grumpy old man who has probably murdered a hundred men or more in his lifetime.

Speak of the devil...

"Boy, quit daydreaming, your strikes are losing their precision. That kick was aimed too low." Eiichi chastises stoically, his voice betraying no emotion but annoyance.

The feelings are mutual pal...

"Sorry, Eiichi-sensei" I grumble reluctantly as I provide higher brain power into my rigid and consistent movements that I've been practicing.