Three Years Time-Skip

Time Skipno jutsu 3 Years.

As the tranquil village of Uzushiogakure basked in the warm embrace of the morning sun, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air. In the remote part of Uzushiogakure, now five years old, Shanks could be seen diligently performing push-ups. With sweat dripping from his forehead and veins bulging with effort, he pressed on, each repetition bringing him closer to his goal. 

995.

996.

997.

998.

999.

With one final push, Shanks collapsed to the ground, his body spent from the intense workout. Yet, with sheer determination, he turned his gaze upwards, his breath ragged as he lay there, staring at the drifting clouds. It had become a routine for him, a moment of reflection on his progress thus far.

Lost in thought, he mused over his calculations and the anticipated increase of 0.05% in his assimilation rate. However, reality had proven to be a harsher teacher than expected. Despite his efforts, his assimilation rate had plateaued at 19.99%. Nevertheless, he had made significant strides in his physical strength, surpassing the abilities of most Chunin in the village.

Suddenly, a window appeared before him, displaying his updated status:

Name - Shanks Uzumaki

Template - Shanks from One Piece

Assimilation - 20%

Armament Haki - Locked

Observation Haki - Unlocked (Basic)

Conqueror Haki - Locked

His heart quickened as he realized that his Observation Haki had finally unlocked, granting him the ability to sense the presence of living beings within a kilometer radius. Yet, before he could fully comprehend this newfound power, a sensation of impending danger gripped him.

Instinctively, he tried to react, but his body moved too slowly, leaving him vulnerable to an attack from his father. Startled, he turned to face his father, who bore a mix of concern and irritation.

"Young man, do you have any idea what time it is?" his father admonished, his voice tinged with frustration. "Your mother and I have been worried sick!"

Feeling a pang of guilt, Shanks apologized profusely and followed his father home, dreading the lecture he knew his mother would deliver. Sure enough, upon their arrival, his mother's stern gaze met his, her words a sharp reprimand for his tardiness. Yet, beneath her scolding, Shanks could sense her relief at his safe return.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere softened, and Shanks found himself caught up in the warmth of his family's company. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared anecdotes. His mother's gentle chiding and his father's proud smiles were a balm to his soul, reminding him of the love and support that surrounded him.

Amidst the chatter, Shanks expressed his desire to learn more about the clan and contribute to its legacy. His parents, touched by his earnestness, agreed to begin his training the next day, starting with the traditional Chakra opening ceremony.

The prospect of unlocking his Chakra filled Shanks with excitement, and he drifted off to sleep that night with anticipation for the journey that lay ahead.