Takime Clan And First Exercise

Kaoru scanned his room, looking for something to wear. The Takime Clan wasn't wealthy, but they took pride in their identity. His outfit was straightforward: a dark blue top and black pants, designed for both comfort and movement.

As he pulled on the top, Kaoru's eyes caught the emblem stitched on the back—a wave forming a cyan eye, with the kanji "滝目" (Takime) at its center. He ran a finger over the stitching, a faint smile forming on his lips. [Guess they really want everyone to know who we are, huh?]

With a final glance around the room, Kaoru adjusted the collar. 

[Alright, let's see what's outside.]

The moment he stepped out, Kaoru was hit by the sight of the outpost around him. The Takime clan was located in the misty valley between huge, forested mountains. A rich river cut through the land, drawing its power from a tall waterfall roaring from the distance. The constant sound of rushing water filled the air, creating a soothing backdrop.

[No wonder they love the mist and water around here. Feels like it's part of the clan itself.]

The settlement was compact but well-organized. At its heart stood the clan head's building, a sturdy two-story wooden structure. Four paths branched out, neatly dividing the outpost into sections.

Three of the sections were residential areas, full of simple homes built on wooden stilts to guard against moist ground. Sloped roofs let the rain slide off easily, and small vegetable gardens lined the paths.

Kaoru paused, glancing at the houses. [Not fancy, but... it's got a kind of charm, I guess.]

The fourth section was all about the clan's daily life. The training ground, a modest dojo, stood at the center. There was a storage building packed with tools and crops, a small school for the clan's children, and a communal area for gatherings.

He took a slow, deep breath, the cool misty air filling his lungs. 

[Can't believe they built all this from scratch, in such a short time... They really didn't need Kirigakure, did they?]

Kaoru couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration. Even after being forced out of Kirigakure, the Takime Clan had created something sturdy and alive here. It wasn't grand or imposing, but it felt like a sanctuary—an unspoken defiance against everything they had endured.

As he wandered the settlement, Kaoru smiled. [Alright, maybe this place isn't so bad after all.] For the first time, he felt a small but genuine connection to the clan he was now a part of.

Kaoru turned and headed toward the nearby building. His house was right next to the clan head's, thanks to their close familial ties. Pushing the door open, he put on the brightest, most innocent smile he could muster and called out in a cheerful voice:

"Grannyyy! Where's Maki? I want to play with her!"

Suiren Takime, the clan head and Kaoru's grandmother, looked up from her seat. Her eyes were the same cyan as Kaoru, except they looked more deep and tired. Suiren had been the first Takime in generations to awaken their clan's Kekkei Genkai, but her limited chakra reserves meant she could never fully utilize it. That failure weighed heavily on her, especially after the loss of her son and daughter-in-law—Kaoru's parents. It left her with a fierce overprotectiveness over her grandchildren, especially the youngest - Kaoru.

"Come here, you little rascal," Suiren chuckled, her was voice as warm and gentle as mother's hug. She scooped Kaoru up effortlessly, pulling him into a tight hug. For a fleeting moment, the weight of leadership and the clan's struggles melted away. Kaoru's bright, innocent smile was like an antidepressant.

Unlike Maki, who carried the burden of their clan's future on her shoulders, Kaoru still radiated a carefree, childlike joy. For Suiren, that innocence was a gift. something to shield from the harsh realities of the world.

She began pinching his cheeks and planting kisses all over his face, laughing at his dramatic protests. "You're getting too big for this, but I don't care!" she teased. After thoroughly embarrassing him, she finally set him down.

"Maki should be at the training grounds," Suiren said, still teasing. "You know how she is—always punching and kicking those poor wooden dummies. Go on, fetch her for breakfast before she starts breaking them in half."

Kaoru pretended to pout, rubbing his reddened cheeks as though she'd pinched them a hundred times harder than she actually had. "You're lucky I love you, Granny," he said with exaggerated exasperation, though the grin threatening to break through his act gave him away. As soon as she mentioned Maki, though, his eyes lit up. He darted out the door without hesitation, he was genuinely excited.

As Kaoru sprinted toward the training grounds, he found himself reflecting on the exchange. Suiren hadn't noticed anything odd about his behavior, which gave him a small sense of relief. But what really stuck with him was how unexpectedly warm her embrace had felt. Her laugh, her touch, the way she teased him—it was all so… familiar.

[Man, this is so weird,] Kaoru thought, slowing his pace for a moment. [Being around her feels so… natural.]

The original Kaoru's memories were definitely influencing him more than he had anticipated. He could feel the remnants of the bond between Suiren and the original Kaoru filling the gaps in his own emotions. However, he didn't mind. In this fleeting moment, he felt safe and loved. It was strange, but not unwelcome.

The settlement was small, so Kaoru quickly made his way to the dojo. The building was modest with a simple, sturdy design that reflected the practicality of the Takime Clan. Its two large wooden doors opened horizontally, giving it an almost shrine-like feel. Inside, the dojo had an open yard where a row of wooden training dummies stood like silent sentinels, waiting for their next beating.

Before even stepping inside, Kaoru could hear the sharp, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of fists and feet pounding against the dummies. A smile tugged at his lips. [That has to be Maki. She probably started as soon as the sun came up.]

He hesitated for a moment, memories of his sister flashing through his mind. Maki wasn't just his sibling; she was his fiercest protector. After their parents' death, Maki had poured all her love, energy, and grief into one thing—him. She was utterly obsessed with keeping him safe, sometimes to a suffocating degree.

Maki's personality was as fiery as it was protective. She was impulsive and quick-tempered, but her loyalty to their clan and her kindness toward its members were unmatched. She treated every single person in the Takime Clan like family, carrying their collective hopes and burdens on her shoulders. And when it came to combat, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Unlike most Takime Clan members, Maki's water affinity was painfully average. Despite awakening Suijingan, the water element simply refused to bond with Maki. But what she lacked in raw water manipulation, she more than made up for with her physical prowess. Her Taijutsu skills were extraordinary, putting even seasoned shinobi to shame. She wasn't just strong—she was terrifyingly strong.

[If anyone can whip me into shape, it's her,] Kaoru thought with a mischievous glint in his eye. He had a plan brewing—he'd convince Maki to help him train. Of course, he'd have to play his cards right. Maki might be protective, but she wasn't the type to go easy on anyone, not even her precious baby brother.

Stepping into the dojo, Kaoru immediately spotted her. Maki was locked in a furious sparring session with one of the wooden dummies. Her fists and feet moved in a blur, striking with enough force to make the dummy creak and groan. 

Kaoru smiled and ran towards his sister. He was imagining how he'd convince her to train him. But before he could get close Maki disappeared.

"What the—?!" Before Kaoru could even react, strong arms scooped him up off the ground.

"Gotcha!" Maki declared, lifting him like a prized treasure. She grinned, holding him so tightly he thought his ribs might crack. "Ru, you're up early today!" Said Maki using the nickname only she called him. Years ago, when Kaoru was too young to pronounce his full name, he'd introduce himself to everyone as "Ru." The name had stuck with Maki ever since. "What's the special occasion?"

Kaoru groaned dramatically, though a grin tugged at his lips. "Maki, I'm not a baby! Put me down!"

"Nope!" Maki chirped, holding him even closer. "You're my baby brother, and it's my job to remind you of that."

Kaoru sighed in mock defeat but couldn't help feeling warm at her affection. Maki then asked, "I thought you'd be off playing with your friends by now. What brings you to the dojo so early?"

Kaoru tilted his head, carefully crafting his response. "Their parents didn't let them out," he said with a pout. "They said it was too cold. Do you think Mom would've been that strict if she were here?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Kaoru felt a pang of guilt. But he knew Maki would take the bait, and he needed this to work.

Maki's smile faltered briefly, and Kaoru saw a flicker of pain in her eyes before she quickly masked it. "Mom would've let you play," she said gently. "She'd know you're strong and healthy, Ru. Nothing could keep you down."

Kaoru forced himself to press further, adding just the right amount of childlike frustration to his tone. "But if I'm so strong, how come every other kid beats me in every game and exercise?"

That question caught Maki completely off guard. She blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. Kaoru had never cared about such things before, or at least, he'd never voiced it.

"Well…" Maki hesitated, clearly scrambling for an answer. "If you really want to be stronger, I can train you."

"Yes!" Kaoru blurted, cutting her off before she could finish. "Please, Maki! Let's start training right now!"

Maki blinked at his sudden enthusiasm, then laughed. "You're serious, aren't you?" She studied him for a moment, searching for any sign of hesitation. But all she saw was unwavering resolve and excitemenet. Her expression softened, and she hugged him even tighter.

"Alright, Ru," she said with a warm smile. "But we'll start tomorrow. Let's have breakfast first, and then we'll talk about your training plan."

Kaoru nodded eagerly, wrapping his arms around her in return. He felt a surge of relief and satisfaction at having convinced her, but it was more than that. For the first time, he realized just how much he truly cared for this new family of his.

Kaoru didn't yet understand everything that was happening or why these emotions felt so strong, but one thing was clear: he genuinely loved his sister and grandmother. This wasn't just a part of the original Kaoru's memories—it was his own truth.

Maki and Kaoru left the dojo together, walking at a relaxed pace toward the clan head's house. Although they didn't live there, having breakfast with their grandmother, Suiren, was a cherished routine that brought a sense of normalcy and warmth to their lives.

"Granny, I brought Maki just like I promised!" Kaoru declared as they stepped inside, his voice carrying the kind of cheerful energy that filled any room he entered. He bolted toward Suiren, his footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. "And guess what? Maki promised to train me every day! Soon, I'll be the strongest in the clan!" he added with a grin, exaggerating on purpose to see his grandmother's reaction.

Suiren chuckled softly, as she set down a tray of freshly brewed tea. "Oh, did she now?" she replied with playful intrigue, giving Maki a sidelong glance. "Well, if Maki's the one training you, I have no doubt you'll surpass all of us before long."

Kaoru puffed up his chest in mock pride, while Maki ruffled his hair with a smirk. "Don't get too full of yourself, Ru," she teased. "You're my baby brother. That means I'll be stronger than you no matter how much I train you."

The breakfast was simple but comforting. As always, Suiren and Maki avoided discussing any serious matters in front of Kaoru, trying to preserve his innocence. Kaoru, of course, noticed. He decided to let it slide for now. There would be plenty of time to learn what they weren't telling him.

The morning passed quickly. Kaoru played with the other children in the settlement, indulging in simple games and laughter. But his real focus came in the afternoon, as he wandered through the settlement, mentally mapping every detail. The small valley, surrounded by towering mountains and mist, felt both peaceful and confining. He wanted to explore beyond its borders, to see everything there beautiful,but harsh world could offer, however that was out of the question for now.

By late afternoon, Kaoru slipped into Suiren's house, hoping to eavesdrop on any conversation that could give him clues about the larger world. How far into the Naruto timeline was he? What threats were looming? Which hidden villages were nearby? But Suiren and the others were cautious, their voices lowering whenever the conversation turned serious. In the end, Kaoru left empty-handed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Kaoru retreated to his small room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he closed his eyes and began to focus on his chakra. [Sensing chakra isn't easy,] he thought, frowning as he concentrated. [Maybe it's because my reserves are embarrassingly small. Well, I am only seven, so I guess that's normal. Not everyone's born with Senju-level chakra reserves, unfortunately.] He let out a small sigh, his lips curling into a wry smile.

Activating his Kekkei Genkai, his cyan eyes began to glow faintly, and a small droplet of water materialized in front of him. Kaoru concentrated on the droplet, carefully levitating it and holding it steady. His goal was simple: exhaust his chakra reserves completely by practicing water manipulation. That way, he could fall asleep knowing he'd made some progress.

As he worked, Kaoru made an interesting observation. [It takes less chakra to control water than to use the Suijingan's visual powers,] he noted. [Good to know.] Even so, his reserves were pitifully small, and within five minutes of continuous effort, he was completely drained. The droplet splashed onto the floor, and Kaoru slumped back with a satisfied grin and headache.

[For my first day in this world, I'd say it went pretty well,] he thought, staring up at the ceiling. [It's still too early to feel hopeful, but I think I can become strong. At least Kakashi-level strong… without the Sharingan, of course.] The idea made him chuckle softly as his eyelids grew heavy.

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A/N - 

This chapter has been rewritten!

I've decided to slowly edit the chapters I've already published to match my current writing style. These were the first chapters I EVER wrote, so the writing was a bit clumsy—it's kind of embarrassing looking back, lol.

I'll gradually amp up the pacing until Kaoru becomes strong enough to leave the outpost. I'm also considering adding more exercises to his routine as he gets stronger and as people in the settlement grow accustomed to his interest in ninja training.

I haven't fully decided which path Kaoru will take or what type of ninja he'll become, but one thing is certain: his main element will be water, and his fighting style will heavily revolve around it.

Kaoru - MC - Cringes internally every time he has to act like a child.

Maki - MC's Sister - [Since when was Ru interested in training?!]

Siuren - MC's grandma - [I need to maintain peace!]

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