CH-3

That day, we were presented with a feast. I saw the faces of numerous ninjas... it was apparent they were all being social... to be honest, it was kind of relaxing.

Before I could even tell, the day had ended, and I was back in my cabin. 

Looking at the screen in front of me, I thought about my future actions... 

'This system...I need to know how it works.'

(White Fang system—1.06)

(Experience points—45)

(Experience points needed: 30)

I mentally focused, commanding it to utilize the excess points.

(White Fang system—2.06 percent) 

(Experience points—15)

(Experience points needed: 45)

The moment the percent increased, my aching pain from the day ceased to happen, my muscles felt more stretchy, and even my chakra increased a little bit once more. 

I was suddenly racked with a sharp pain in my head; a metallic smell assaulted my nose.

'I am bleeding.' I analyzed the bead of blood now on my hand.

Suddenly the pain receded, and all I was left with was a memory, one foreign to me.

.....

 A little boy, perhaps fifteen years old, was practicing the kata of swordsmanship.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, a smirk plastered on his face, his face lighting up more and more with each swing of the sword.

"I have finally reached it...I have mastered this kata," he spoke to himself, a proud resignation evident on his face.

Digging his sword in the ground, he closed his eyes for a few seconds...

His eyes fluttered open a minute later, his gaze conscious and secure, "I know what to do..." He looked up at the sky, "I will create my own kata and reach the top.".

The boy was none other than Sakumo Hatake.

The memory shifted him to trying out different katas to see what fits and what doesn't. 

Soon, he had a partial style developed.

Seeing as how his hands were extremely full of fast-twitch muscles,

This kata was made to emphasize the use of them.

He kept practicing day and night until he understood all his mistakes, pain, and sheer will making him go through.

Of course, that was just the start of his journey, one that was written with blood.

The memory ended once all the knowledge of the kata was embedded in my brain.

....

"What the fuck?" I was bewildered at the sheer act of talent that I had just witnessed.

Sakumo created a new style for the sword at barely out of ninja academy...

'Am I really just talentless?' I thought once again, while yes, Kagami of before didn't know anything about the world, but genin and barely being able to use chakra were signs I couldn't ignore.

'Well, I really don't care about that. I will learn this kata now and get more experience points to upgrade this system.' 

My thoughts were clear; progress came first.

I looked at it again.

(White Fang system—2.06) 

(Experience points—15)

(Experience points needed for the next percent—45)

'Fuck, that is a lot of points.'. 

'I have to grow stronger; otherwise, I would be crushed in the next fight.'.

Seeing as how refreshed I got after the upgrade, I grabbed my sword and went to the practicing area.

'Wait, what was the percent at first?' I noted a peculiar observation.

It was 0.05; however, after adding two percent, it's 2.06 ...

'Is there something else to this system too?' ...

However, thinking hard about it for the next minute presented me with tons of theories. 

'All that needs to be checked practically' 

I needed to experiment, and clearly right now I did not have those kinds of resources.

I unsheathed my sword as I kept trying to remember the kata.

'Fast kata' 

'Quick slash' The first movement of the technique.

My body moved instinctively as I used the basic principle of unsheathing the sword.

However, I had to be quick.

Considering the position of my sword, it was supposed to be a sword-drawing skill that I could do without chakra. 

However, a little output of chakra and that quick drawing become 'quick slash.' '.

I tried to flow the chakra in my arms and do the move.

'Quick slash' 

boom 

'Ouch, ouch.'

Fuck my hand...

I was holding my right hand, feeling irritated at the bump that had appeared on it.

'I just got fixed, and this shit happened.'.

When I did the quick slash by trying to place all my chakra in my hand, I ended up bruising my muscles.

'All right, let's think this again.' 

The memory...I focused my attention on it.

It showed Sakumo controlling his chakra finely, as if putting too much of it in one place could damage his hand.

'Of course, that's common sense.' 

Normally my hand could handle that amount of chakra... but then why did the move fail?

Wait. 

' When I punch, the chakra flows from the shoulder to the fist in a linear fashion. However, for a quick draw, chakra first has to flow towards the fist and then towards the triceps, increasing the drawing speed.'

Of course.

That does make a lot of sense. 

However, rather than practicing the moves, first would be baby steps.

'First enhancement'

I flowed chakra towards my fist, first slowly.

Then stopped, 'once more.'. 

I kept doing it until my speed was on a satisfactory level.

'I need to keep practicing this.'.

Next is the chakra flow towards the triceps.

I practiced that for another 15 minutes till I got the hang of doing it.

A smile broke on my face. All right, " now I just have to do them in order.".

I placed my hand on my back, without holding the sword, 'fist enhancement.' 

The moment my chakra rushed and reached the place, 'tricep enhancement,' the chakra took a turn and flowed back to the triceps.

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My arm moved faster than normal and, within a second, was in front of my face.

Had my sword been there, it would have cut the enemy in half.

'This is fucking good.' I smiled gleefully at my partial success.

'Alright, let's keep practicing this shit.' 

This feeling of growth had me so hooked to it that I ended up practicing till sunrise. 

My face had dark circles etched on it, and my chakra channels were exhausted with the continuous manipulation of chakra. 

"One last time, "I whispered to myself.

I placed my hand on my sword.

My dark grey eyes gleamed with determination, 'quick slash.'.

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One moment my hand was on my sword, and the next, the sword was already at the end of its trajectory.

It was fast, so fast that perhaps I could have killed the physical ninja with just this.

'The only thing holding me back is my own body and chakra.'.

and the fact that there were four more katas left to learn.

'And these are the basics; what the fuck was this guy on...?'

It was at that moment that I grew a slight respect for Sakumo.

From my memories I had seen the guy one time , walking down the streets with my father, however, he mostly was knee deep in missions before he died to a pathetic suicide.

"I will pay my respects to you one day." I spoke to the silent ground...perhaps it was my own way of thanking the man.

My mind, however, was too tired to think any further; I had to sleep, so I went towards my tent and crashed on the bed before checking my system once more.

(White Fang system—2.45)

(Experience points: 15)

(Experience points needed: 45)

'Wait, how has it grown from 2.06 to 2.45...? Is it because I learned the kata? Is it showing me the way forward to growing stronger?'.

However, before I could think more, I was already asleep.

dreaming of eating momos on sea monsters.

The day had been quite long.

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