4 Chapter 3 Goals

Over the next few years Bastion was raised by a civilian family. His parents were merchants who owned a small shot in the market district. Their main source of income was buying and selling rare items. So, they were like a pawn shop.

CP 10,000

CC 5

CR 10 per hour

"I've grown stronger, but it isn't enough Snake should I just off myself and go on to the next world. I won't be ready for the sound invasion at this rate." Bastion said to his AI. Currently he was meditating in his room holding a pebble in his hand. Using his chakra as a magnet, he pulled tiny atoms from the pebble and converted them to nature energy, nature chakra, and finally his own chakra. The pebble in his hand was once twice its current size. It had taken him a year to wear away at it. After today, it would cease to be.

"You are many times more powerful than you were before but that doesn't mean much in this world. In another year you could have 100,000CP but with no way to really use it, its worthless. Why don't you join the ninja academy when you turn six?" Ouroboros said.

His current power had only come about recently. Absorbing small strands of natural energy only increased his CP by 5 to 10 points and it took days to fully integrate them. The problem was the distance. Calling up on natural energy from the air took more effort than pulling it from a pebble.

Still, he had no way to use his chakra. Worse, he found a flier for the chinin exams. That meant Shikaku was going to go on a rampage in the village sooner rather than later.

"I need more chakra control. I know how I'm going to get it." Bastion said. There was a problem unless he purchased a skill the system couldn't give him a chakra control exercise, so he had to figure out one for himself. To that end, he walked outside and snatched a few leaves.

"Interesting, so you plan to improve the quality of your chakra to increase your absorption rate. Bastion you really are becoming a little world eater, I'm proud of you. I bet your ancestor would be proud as well." Snake said. "Stop calling me that. Can't you find another nickname."

"Boro," Bastion said. He could practically feel the irritation flowing off his AI.

"No, you will not call me Ass. Just call me Ouro if you must butcher my name." Bastion originally planned on calling it Ouro anyway.

"Bastion, what are you doing with those?" His father asked while reading the local paper. "Nature should stay outside where it belongs." He said sternly.

"I'm trying to become a ninja. Ninja's stick leaves to themselves." Bastion said.

His father raised an eyebrow. "Is that so, well then prepare for your chosen profession as best you can. I'll research a path to the top for you." His father said. Bastion bowed as he was taught and hurried to his room.

Once there he stuck the leaves to his face and slowly released his chakra. Instead of sticking the leaves blew away. "It seems this won't be easy." Bastion said to Ouro.