Wolf Awakening

Eat. Train. Sleep.

That was his life.

He had learned early that his body was fragile—painfully so. His mind, however, was not. His instincts from Shinobi Online remained, pushing him forward, whispering about strength and survival. But no amount of knowledge could make up for weak muscles and undeveloped chakra pathways.

So he started small.

By the time he was six months old, he could feel it—chakra. It pulsed beneath his skin, a living, shifting current of energy. It was difficult to control, like trying to hold onto flowing water with tiny, uncoordinated fingers, but he refused to stop.

At first, he could do nothing but push it around inside his body, directing it to his hands, his feet, and back again. It was exhausting. He would try too hard, only to black out, waking up to his mother's sharp gaze and his sister's worried face.

But he kept at it.

By the time he could crawl, he could already control his chakra well enough to feel his affinities. That was the next challenge.

Lying in his crib, hidden beneath a thin blanket, he closed his eyes and focused.

He reached inward, searching, feeling.

And then—there.

Bone.

Yin.

Steel.

The same as before. A part of him was relieved, another part was filled with quiet satisfaction. But knowing he had them meant nothing if he couldn't use them. He clenched his tiny fingers, willing something—anything—to happen.

Nothing.

His body wasn't ready yet.

Luckily, he was walking before his first birthday.

Though It wasn't easy—his legs were shaky, his balance unstable—but he forced himself to move. His mother noticed, of course. Tsume Inuzuka wasn't an easy going woman. She never said anything directly, but he caught her watching him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line.

Hana, on the other hand, was thrilled.

"Kiba's so smart, Mom! Look, look, he's already standing!" She clapped excitedly. "He's gonna be so strong when he grows up!"

Tsume only hummed in response.

Which made sense when everyone had realized the clan's ninken—the powerful battle-trained dogs that accompanied the Inuzuka—avoided him. He didn't miss the way they flinched when he walked past, or the way their ears flattened when his gaze landed on them.

They saw him as a predator.

That only confirmed what he already suspected. His True Inuzuka Bloodline was unlike anything the clan had seen in generations. Which just confirmed to the elders even more that he was a wolf wrapped in human skin, and the ninken knew it.

He would have to control it.

...

Two years old. His body had finally caught up to his ambitions.

Now, he could start training in earnest.

It started with reading. Hana, ever the chipper sister, spent hours with him, pointing at words, reading aloud, letting him trace the symbols with his fingers. She thought it was cute.

She didn't realize he was memorizing everything.

By the time he turned two and a half, he was already reading basic medical texts, absorbing information like a sponge. Chakra circulation, muscle regeneration, pressure points—all of it. Hana was delighted, dragging him into the hospital with her, teaching him little tricks like how to channel chakra to his fingertips for a diagnostic scan.

Tsume?

She watched. Didn't interfere, watched.

By now, the entire clan had started paying attention.

"Your boy's… different, Tsume." One of the other parents muttered.

"I know."

The murmurs only grew worse when he started training.

It was subtle at first. Strengthening his grip, forcing himself to balance on unstable surfaces, running until his tiny legs burned. But by two and a half, he was experimenting with chakra flow enhancement—something that even Academy students struggled with.

He could already feel it. The way his chakra surged through his limbs, making him faster, stronger, sharper. It wasn't much, but it was something.

And then came the elements.

...

His third birthday passed without much fanfare.But, He didn't care. He had work to do.

He sat alone in the training yard behind his house, legs crossed, eyes closed. His breathing was slow, controlled. He had been at this for weeks—feeling the energy within him, trying to pull it out, shape it.

Today, he would succeed.

He focused. First, on the Steel affinity.

He imagined his skin hardening, taking on the properties of tempered iron. He felt the flicker of chakra, the pull of something deep inside him.

A tingling sensation spread across his arm. When he opened his eyes, his forearm had taken on a dull, metallic sheen, the skin slightly harder to the touch.

It lasted for two seconds before it faded.

He grinned. Progress.

Next, Bone.

This one was trickier. He knew his body could do it—he had seen Kimimaro's abilities in Naruto. But he had to start small.

He focused on his fingertip, imagining a tiny spike—a sliver of bone no bigger than a needle.

Pain shot through his finger, but when he looked down, a small, jagged protrusion had emerged from his skin. Blood trickled from the tip.

It wasn't perfect. But at least it was something

Last was Yin Release.

This was the most abstract of them all. Yin was about creation, illusion, and control over the immaterial. He wasn't expecting much, but he had to try.

He focused.

The shadows around him flickered.

For the briefest moment, they moved, stretching unnaturally, reaching toward him.

And then it was gone.

He exhaled, his body trembling with exhaustion. He had barely done anything, but the strain was unbearable. His body wasn't ready to wield these elements yet.

But he had taken the first step.

As he sat there, panting, he heard the rustle of movement behind him.

"You've been busy," his mother's voice rang out.

He turned. Tsume stood at the edge of the yard, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

He met her gaze and she didn't speak.

For a long moment, she just studied him. Then, she sighed, running a hand through her wild hair.

"Three years old, and you're already pulling off jutsu…" she muttered. "Hana's gonna have a heart attack."

He smirked.

Tsume clicked her tongue. "Don't get cocky, Kiba." She turned away. "If you're serious about training, you'd better be ready to prove yourself."

Then, without another word, she walked off.

Kiba watched her go, a slow grin forming.

He finally had her attention.

With this act alone he was taking his first steps toward his Clans techniques.