Reborn soul [Naruto]

Chapter 3

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Machiko had come to the conclusion that she should probably start learning how to use chakra.

It was dangerous yes, because you might explode.

But like it's better than nothing?

No it's really not.

But really, Machiko was never the one to listen to the lectures, she was a kid (adult) who just does it, and checks later to see if she's doing it right.

She should've really learned her lesson when she created a bibliography on an inventor for history class when they were supposed to make a PowerPoint of the inventor.

Machiko sighed, suffering from the summer heat as she rubbed her face against the cold grass underneath the tree, trying to get her brothers attention by sighing.

"You know, the reason why people die early is because they sigh too much," Minato commented as he flipped the page before resting his cheek on his palm, cheering mentally as he got Machiko to shut the hell up.

Machiko stared at the blue sky blankly before gazing at Minato with a serious face.

"You're joking."

"Nope."

"Yes you are."

"No I am not."

Machiko's eyebrow twitched at Minato's next words.

"I am not joking multiplied by infinity and will always be higher than your reasoning."

"I hate you."

"You're only saying that because you can't take damage on that overgrown pride of yours."

Ouch, okay that hurts.

Machiko threw her head back and let our a long suffering sigh before tackling her brother who in turn yelled and dropped the book, Minato spat out the grass that got into his mouth before he let out a battle cry and attacked his twin in return.

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"So what you're saying is that we have to mould this chakra thing to defy gravity?"

Minato nodded and continue to stare at the book in concentration, ignoring how Machiko pursed her lips and sat down cross-legged.

Might as well start meditating to understand this chakra, she knows how to move it around, she just doesn't know how to bend it at will and make it stick.

Bend it at will and make it stick.

Why the heck does that sound like blue tack, or glue, or slime.

Maybe not slime.

Blue tack instead.

Holy shit she misses blue tack, how long has it been since she last fiddled with it.

"What are you thinking?"

Machiko blinked and jerked back as familiar blue eyes stared into her own, she had been out of it for so long that Minato got worried, even shaking her shoulder wouldn't work.