2 Chapter 1
Chakra is the life force of all man.
A culmination of physical and spiritual energies acquired through intense physical exertion and meditative practices
or at least that's what they told us.
Practising its acquisition must be done at a young age and only succeeds for the lucky few who aren't born into it. But at the same time, it's a narrow path for those crawling worms to turn into snakes that may defend themselves but the path to the dragon's gate is as small as a pinhole.
Not many can follow through this arduous path but what other choice do I have.
A Shinobi, After arriving in the orphanage this story has been constantly told to the children, Strong warriors who can control their fate. Even I feel a little envious. But even in the darkest hour, there is a ray of hope.
The Academy, A place for young children to walk on the path of shinobi starting at the age of 6 and also a place I plan to go in 3 years.
But right now I have to deal with my first problem my fighting strength. Only through the power of Chakra may I enhance a 3-year-olds fighting strength but doing so isn't easy.
Over the past few weeks after learning of the existence of Chakra, I trained....
Well more like I played and ran around in the park to obtain a stronger physique for a child and meditated before and after bed.
What do you expect, Children have their limits and pushing past them when they aren't in their developing phase only leaves trouble down the line.
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"Hebi, Hebi!! , where are you" a frustrated old woman said
Hebi is what they called me, all children who come into the orphanage without a name would be assigned one by the matron who took care of us.
Feeling crushed by a mountain of clothes I was hiding in a closet for my regular chakra training.
If one decides to go on the path of blood and war one has to be ruthless to even themselves.
Even hidden lying down on my back I close my eyes to sense the chakra within me. The minty mist flows through me. From my head to the chest to the stomach and through all limbs chakra flows.
A blade
When going to war one needs to bring their tools of destruction, And I?
I require a blade that cuts through all my enemies.
As I get used to manipulating and moving my chakra, it becomes easier to move it according to the image in my mind.
And in my mind, I see my weapon being an extension of my own hand, sharper than any sword, more durable than any staff, And deadly addition to my own will to fight.
A pale blue glows on both my hands sharp as a sword, Until
Black
I fainted
Running into my first dilemma, my pool of Chakra. Chakra being the culmination of physical and spiritual energies, my physical energies as a three-year-old are sorely lacking thus my pool of chakra
No greater than a puddle
The solution, I must lower the requirements to create my weapon
Initially, I wanted to cover my hands in sharp chakra to use as a weapon
But using a three-year-olds supply of chakra to do that is asking for the impossible.
Instead, I decided to create a thin line of chakra following the outline of my hand, as dense as iron and as sharp as a sword.
When I open my eyes I look at my hand, no change?
No, I can feel the chakra there, sharp and strong but just not visible.
Wanting to test this neat trick I created I softly push my hand towards the hardwood floor.
Contact, not on my hand but the thin string of dense and sharp chakra around it.
A cut begins to appear but stopping at 1 cm deep.
Failure?
No, the blade is successful but the force behind it is as weaker as a three-year-olds arm strength ... Literally.
Stronger I can't be satisfied with a blade that can't even harm a child.
Rotation, In order to make the force behind the blade stronger I decide to use the movement of the chakra blade rotating around my hand to give it power.
As I build this image in my mind, the cut gets deeper
1cm
2cm
3cm
Until I hear a clank sound. Moving my hand away from the hole I made in the floor I look to peer in
A nail
my supposed weapon of destruction was hindered by a nail
AGAIN
I add serration to my thoughts when creating the chakra blade, rotating like a chainsaw. Without any hesitation, I jam my hand into the floor . My entire hand gets buried in the wooden floor.
Success.
Attempting to suppress my excitement, fearing I would make too much noise and be discovered. I pulled my hand to create another hole and a third and a fourth and a fifth Until.
Black
I fainted
Again
But all in all a mission success
Knowing the destruction I made I quickly dismiss myself from the closet to sneak out of the orphanage building. Rushing towards the other children I blend myself in by playing around. laughter and smiles bloom on kids simply playing tag.
I pity them for their ignorance even though in my heart I'm a little jealous.
But the path to power is arduous but I will walk it until the end.
