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Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum -‖- [Naruto FanFic]

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum -‖- [Naruto FanFic] Death claims all of us, but some are granted a second chance. Armed with ambition, megalomania, and pride alone, an innocent girl reincarnates into the vast world of Naruto to write history, her history. [Female OC] [AU elements]

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Arc I Chapter 8

Kurenai didn't know what to think of her newest student. Asami was incredible. There were no other words to describe her, which wasn't exactly true. Kurenai had a few other words in mind, but they weren't particularly nice.

Asami was exceedingly prideful, haughty, conceited. Her little vainglorious princess was worse than an Uchiha. Still, Asami was talented, extremely talented. Her skill indisputable.

Despite her raising the bar, she passed her little tests with apparent ease. They were not much of a bother, just some minor nuisances.

She wielded her kunai with years of experience. Experience she didn't possess. Asami proved to be a fast learner. Always attentive, always listening. Her chakra control was advanced. Her reserves without a doubt considerable, even when she played dumb. Chakra? What is that? Can you eat it? Can you buy it somewhere?

Kurenai didn't believe her a second. She survived all the running without using a droplet of chakra? Impossible. A certain idiot in green might be able to pull that off, but not Asami.

Asami's fighting style combined speed and agility. Their sparring matches showed her as much. Her attacks were fast, swift, precise. They aimed to break your defence with overwhelming force.

Once again, Asami displayed an uncanny degree of prowess she shouldn't possess. Even at this young age, her sheer natural skill surpassed all expectations.

Asami was beyond doubt a certified genius. With her potential, she was destined to become a powerful, if not legendary kunoichi. A kunoichi whose legacy would even put Tsunade to shame. But that was the distant future and not the present. For now, she had still the upper hand.

Kurenai smiled. Their sparring match ended. And as usual, she won.

Asami rested on the ground, exhausted, out of breath. Licking her wounds. Bitter about being defeated again and again, she cursed, grumbled, complained. Not that it helped much.

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Asami considered Kurenai a smile of fate. Her training simplified information gathering immensely. Kurenai shared everything with her. She taught her the origins of shinobi, their history, their techniques, their justu.

Asami had access to knowledge that was difficult to come by for a mere civilian like her. After all, knowledge was power, and power was what she desired.

Armed with this knowledge, Asami finally understood chakra. So far the strange force called chakra had eluded her, but not anymore. She understood. She comprehended. She grasped chakra in its entirety, its secrets uncovered.

Chakra was a mysterious substance. Stable, reliable, and easy to use. As if chakra was the extension of your own will, which was the case. Much evidence over the years suggested so.

Chakra was strongly linked to your own emotional state. Asami observed it more than once. When she was angry, her chakra boiled. When she was happy, her chakra bounced. When she was sad, her chakra comforted her. When she was nervous, her chakra enveloped her, protecting her like an armour.

Its form was malleable. Shaping chakra was merely a question of practice. With the according skill, you could even change the elemental nature of your chakra. Water, fire, lightning, earth, wind, your chakra filled all roles.

But why change? Asami was quite happy with her elemental affinities. The chakra paper told her hers were fire and lightning. Two affinities that suited her perfectly. Fire and lightning. Katon and raiton.

Asami didn't complain. In general, she had little reason to complain about her chakra.

Even when her chakra was primarily composed of yin, chakra was still chakra. And she had plenty of it with reserves that seemed endless. The chakra that coursed through her veins was strong, powerful.

In fact, she found out that possessing nothing but yin was not even a major disadvantage. Yang wasn't needed.

Conventional wisdom dictated that the formation of chakra required spiritual and physical energy, yin and yang, which was true, but not completely. Reality was more complicated.

Chakra turned out to be as monolithic as everyone proclaimed. Quite the contrary.

One day, she discovered the truth, yin and yang could exist interdependently of each other in stable states. They could be split up, separated to form pure yin and pure yang This revelation opened her eyes.

Chakra didn't require yang as a necessary component. Yang was just used for stabilisation purposes, nothing more. Yin was perfectly capable of producing chakra on its own.

Some subtle stimulation, gentle persuasion, raw will, and blunt coercion were necessary, but in the end, Asami succeeded. All her hard work bore fruit. She succeeded in producing chakra based on pure undiluted yin

In her palm, she created a dark sphere purple brilliance surrounded by a corona of swirling amethyst beauty. Its violet light radiated magnificence and splendour that illuminated even the darkest night. This was true power.

Asami fell immediately in love with her child. Her chakra was so cute and sweet, wasn't it?

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"Asami-chan, we have arrived." Okaa-san squeezed her hand.

Guided by okaa-san, Asami stood in front of the academy, And to be honest, she found the first impression lacking. The academy building was in terrible shape. It was old, shabby, a rotting decrepit ruin ready for demolition

Asami frowned. This place would be her second home for the next years. Fantastic.

"Asami-chan, don't be nervous. Just give your best. No matter what, I will always be proud of you." Okaa-san cheered her up.

Asami blushed. Her cheeks reddened. Okaa-san's words didn't touch her at all. They didn't warm her heart.

"See you later, okaa-san." Asami gave Kurano a final parting kiss and a little hug.

The day of the much-awaited admission exams had finally come. The day she could prove her worth

Asami left, entering the academy. The school yard was crowded by children, overeager parents, happy relatives, and humans. Meh, humans.

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