DISCOVERIES [ 4 ]
A/N : This chapter was modified using A.I, I hope it's good.
[JINICHI WATARU]
I couldn't hide my surprise when the system's notification chimed in, breaking the silence of my room.
"Oh? I expected to get a good reward, but I didn't expect to already unlock one of the elements! The previous master of Metal was… Karloff. He never really used it effectively in my opinion, but now that it's in my hands… things will be different."
The realization sent a jolt of excitement through me. Metal—an elemental nature with vast potential. I could shape and mold my chakra to create metal-based jutsu, but a question gnawed at the edge of my mind. Could I integrate it into existing techniques?
' System would I be able to mix the metallic chakra nature into already make jutsu's to modify their properties? '
A brief silence, then the reply.
[No. The player will not be able to modify jutsu that require a specific chakra nature for their use. However, jutsu like the Rasengan, which does not rely on a specific chakra nature as its basis, can be infused with metallic chakra nature.]
So, the answer was clear. Techniques dependent on elemental affinities like Fireball Jutsu or Lightning Blade were off the table for modification. But standalone jutsu, those that relied purely on raw chakra manipulation, were fair game.
I nodded to myself, mulling over the implications. "So, any jutsu that can stand alone without a chakra nature can be infused with metallic chakra nature… I'll need to focus on learning those. But before any of that, I need to master chakra control."
I settled into a cross-legged stance on my bed, the soft mattress beneath me sinking slightly under my weight. The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting faint silver streaks across the room. Closing my eyes, I focused inward, seeking the flow of my chakra.
The task was arduous. Each attempt to guide it felt like wrestling with an unruly current. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated, sheer willpower driving my progress. Slowly, the stubborn energy began to yield, flowing in rhythm with my breathing. With every exhalation, I coaxed it further along my network, sending it to different points within my body.
The farther I pushed my chakra, the harder it became to control. It either dissipated into the surrounding environment or snapped back to my core, refusing to obey. Frustration gnawed at me, but I held firm. This was necessary. My chakra pool was small for a Genin, a significant disadvantage in the shinobi world. Compared to the prodigious reserves of an Uzumaki or Uchiha, mine felt minuscule.
"Status," I murmured, summoning the system screen.
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[STATUS]
[Name] — Jinichi Wataru
[Level] — 10
[Exp Bar] — 0 / 25,600
[Stats]
Strength — 7 [Low Genin]
Constitution — 7 [Low Genin]
Speed — 7 [Low Genin]
Dexterity — 6 [Low Genin]
Intelligence — 12 [Mid Genin]
Chakra Capacity — 5 [Low Genin]
[Stat Points] — 68
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My current stats were abysmal. While I might scrape by against other low-level shinobi, the moment I encountered anyone of true skill, I'd be toast. The solution was clear—I had to reallocate my points.
"It seems I have no other choice," I muttered, fingers trembling slightly as I distributed my stat points. With each adjustment, a surge of energy coursed through me, as though my body was being rebuilt from the inside out.
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[STATUS — Updated]
[Name] — Jinichi Wataru
[Level] — 10
[Exp Bar] — 0 / 25,600
[Stats]
Strength — 17 [Mid Genin]
Constitution — 22 [Mid Genin]
Speed — 22 [Mid Genin]
Dexterity — 16 [Mid Genin]
Intelligence — 20 [Mid Genin]
Chakra Capacity — 15 [Mid Genin]
[Stat Points] — 0
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I blinked at the new numbers. "Crap… I expected changes, but not like this!"
The size of my chakra pool had increased exponentially. What was once comparable to a small bucket now felt like a vast water tank. But with this growth came a new challenge—control. My previous mastery was insufficient for this newfound power. The moment I tried to channel my chakra, it surged wildly, slipping through my grasp like water through a sieve.
Sweat dripped down my face as I clenched my teeth.
"No backing down now."
I pushed harder, forcing myself to adapt. Hours passed in this grueling battle of will and energy. The strain on my body and mind was immense, but I refused to give up. Gradually, I began to reclaim control.
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When I finally opened my eyes, the first rays of dawn were creeping through the curtains. My sweat-soaked clothes clung to my body like a second skin, a testament to my effort. But the system's notifications were worth it.
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[NEW SKILL!]
Chakra Augmentation [Lvl 5]
The process of coating one's body in chakra for offensive or defensive purposes.
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[NEW SKILL!]
Image Training [Lvl 7]
Allows the user to visualize scenarios for training and sparring purposes.
Note: Physical damage sustained during sparring can affect the user's real body. If conditions become too dangerous, the system will halt the training.
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A satisfied grin spread across my face as I dismissed the screen. These new skills were exactly what I needed to bridge the gap in my training.
Rising from the bed, I stretched before adopting a fighting stance. My legs were firmly planted, my weight balanced. I recalled the knowledge I'd gleaned from the Spinjitzu scroll. Spinjitzu was a martial art focused on two principles:
Redirecting an opponent's attacks. Delivering precise, effective blows.
However, it had its weaknesses: differences in skill level, the physical toll on the practitioner, and the vulnerability during rotational movements. Overcoming these flaws required experience—experience I could gain through image training.
Taking a deep breath, I focused on my first opponent. My surroundings shifted, the walls of my room dissolving into the ethereal light. When the transformation settled, I found myself standing in a traditional dojo. The wooden floors gleamed, polished to perfection, while ornate scrolls with Chinese and Japanese inscriptions adorned the walls. Weapons hung in neat rows, their steel glinting under the ambient light.
Before me stood Rock Lee, his posture radiating confidence and unwavering focus. His wide-eyed determination was almost palpable.
I stepped forward, launching a high kick aimed at his head. But Lee moved with lightning speed, sidestepping my attack effortlessly. My foot sliced through the air, the momentum throwing me off balance. Before I could recover, he struck.
An elbow slammed into the knee of my overextended leg, followed by a powerful punch to my chest that knocked the wind out of me. The final blow—a sharp chop to my neck—sent me crumpling to the ground. Pain flared through my body as everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room, gasping for breath. The image training had ended, but the lessons were clear. Rock Lee had exposed every weakness in my form, my strategy, and my execution.
"Alright," I muttered, wiping the sweat from my brow. "Let's go again."
And so, the battle continued.
A/N : This chapter was modified using A.I, I hope it's good.