Training

I yawned rubbing my eyes as I watched Dad's chakra flow through his system as he demonstrated a basic hand seal. The way it moved was mesmerizing - like water finding the perfect path through intricate channels.

"Tiger seal," he explained. "Your fingers need to be exactly-"

"Like this?" I copied his movement perfectly, matching the precise angle of each finger. Through my eyes, I could see how the seal redirected my chakra flow.

Dad blinked. "That's... exactly right. Most kids take days to position their hands correctly."

I shrugged. "I can see where the chakra wants to go."

We moved through more basic seals - Rat, Ox, Dragon. Each one created unique patterns in my chakra network, like switching tracks on a train line. My fingers moved automatically, mirroring what my eyes showed me.

"Now for something trickier." Dad formed three quick seals. "Basic Clone Technique."

His chakra split and reformed beside him, creating an exact copy. I studied how the energy distributed itself, noting every detail of the transformation.

I repeated his seals, directing my chakra along the same paths I'd observed. A perfect clone materialized next to me.

"That's..." Dad trailed off, staring between me and my clone. "You got it on your first try."

"The chakra patterns were clear." I dispelled the clone, watching the energy dissipate. "Like following a map."

Next came Taijutsu. Dad threw a slow punch, and I watched how chakra reinforced his muscles, how it flowed to support his stance.

"Your turn. Try to copy-"

I was already moving, matching his form exactly. My chakra instinctively mirrored his pathways, strengthening the right muscle groups.

"These eyes," Dad muttered, shaking his head. "They're just as good as the Sharingan for learning techniques. You're not just copying movements - you understand exactly how the chakra works."

"It's like seeing the blueprint and the finished building at the same time," I explained, throwing another perfect punch. "Everything makes sense when you can see how it's put together."

"Let's try Substitution next." Dad positioned a log a few feet away. "Watch carefully-"

I barely needed to. My Six Eyes tracked every minute detail as his chakra wrapped around his body, creating a perfect exchange with the log. The technique was like a puzzle piece clicking into place - I saw exactly how the energy needed to flow.

"My turn." I formed the seals, letting my chakra mimic the pattern I'd witnessed. The world blurred for a split second as I switched places with the log. The movement felt natural, like stepping through a door.

Dad's visible eye widened. "Now the Transformation Technique."

He demonstrated, his chakra reshaping itself into a perfect copy of me. I noticed how the energy constructed each detail, building the illusion from the ground up.

When I tried it, the transformation was flawless. I became an exact replica of Dad, down to the way his chakra typically flowed through his mask.

"It's fascinating," I said, releasing the jutsu. "Each technique has its own chakra signature, like a fingerprint. Once I see it, I can't unsee it."

"Most genin take weeks to master these basics." Dad crouched down to my level. "Your Six Eyes don't just copy like the Sharingan - they let you understand the fundamental nature of each technique instantly."

"The chakra patterns are so clear." I watched the residual energy from our practice fade into the air. "Like reading a book where every word makes perfect sense."

Dad ruffled my hair. "Well, since you've mastered the Academy basics in under an hour, want to try something more challenging?"

I bounced on my toes, eager to see more chakra patterns unfold. "Yes please!"

"Now for something a bit more advanced." Dad led me to a massive oak tree at the training ground's edge. "Most genin spend weeks learning this."

I watched, fascinated, as his chakra gathered at his feet in a precise layer. He walked straight up the trunk, each step maintaining that perfect balance of energy.

"The trick is finding exactly the right amount of chakra," he explained from his upside-down perch. "Too little and you slip. Too much and you-"

"I can see it," I interrupted, studying the exact pattern of his chakra flow. "Like a thin membrane between your feet and the bark."

I gathered my chakra, copying the precise amount I'd observed. My first step onto the tree felt as natural as walking on flat ground. Second step, third step - I climbed until I reached Dad's branch.

"That's..." He shook his head. "Let's try water next."

We moved to the nearby pond. Again, I watched how his chakra formed a delicate platform on the water's surface, constantly adjusting to the liquid's movement.

"The surface tension requires constant chakra modulation," he started to explain.

I was already walking on the water. My Six Eyes showed me exactly how to match my chakra to the water's shifting patterns. Each ripple required minute adjustments, but my perfect perception made it effortless.

"It's like watching a dance," I said, spinning in a circle on the pond's surface. "The water moves, my chakra moves with it."

Dad stared at me for a long moment. "You know, I'm starting to think we need to adjust our training schedule. These exercises clearly aren't challenging enough."

"Can we try something harder?" I bounced on the water's surface, creating waves that my chakra automatically compensated for.

All right come here let's spar my dad says

Dad's fist came at me - not full speed, but faster than his previous attacks. I started to raise my arms to block, but something else happened instead.

His punch... stopped. Not like hitting a wall, but like the space between us became infinite. I could see his chakra stretching and warping, trying to cross a distance that kept expanding.

"What..." I blinked behind my blindfold, watching the strange distortion in the chakra field. Dad's fist hung suspended inches from my face, but those inches might as well have been miles.

"Kazami?" Dad pulled back, his chakra flickering with confusion. "What did you just do?"

"I'm not sure." I stared at the space where his attack had failed to connect. The chakra there still rippled oddly, like water refusing to settle. "It felt like... like the distance between us got bigger, even though we didn't move."

Dad threw another light punch. Again, that strange warping effect caught it before impact. This time I focused on the sensation - it wasn't my chakra blocking his attack, but something more fundamental. Like I was manipulating the space itself.

"Try to hit me," I said, curious if I could replicate it consciously.

Dad obliged with a series of quick jabs. Each one stopped at that invisible boundary. Through my Six Eyes, I could see how reality seemed to fold and stretch around me, creating an infinite buffer zone.

"It's automatic," I realized, watching the distortions dance. "Like my body knows how to bend space without me telling it to."

"Space-time ninjutsu?" Dad's chakra swirled with interest. "But this isn't like any technique I've seen before."

I reached out to touch the barrier I'd created. My hand passed through easily - whatever this power was, it recognized me as its user. "It's not exactly ninjutsu. It feels... different. More like I'm telling reality to make things infinitely far away."

I watched Dad circle me slowly, his analytical mind clearly working through what he'd just witnessed. His chakra patterns shifted in that way they did when he was deep in thought.

"The Fourth Hokage's Flying Raijin was space-time ninjutsu," he mused, "but this is different. You're not moving through space - you're warping it."

I reached for a fallen leaf, curious. My fingers passed right through it. When I actually wanted to grab it, the leaf came easily into my hand. The moment I stopped focusing, it slipped through my grasp again.

"Everything feels... distant," I tried to explain, watching my hand pass through a tree trunk. "Like there's an infinite space between me and whatever I try to touch."

Dad tossed a kunai at me - not hard, just testing. It never reached me, stopping in that strange warped space. But when he handed me one directly, I could take it just fine.

"The barrier activates on its own," I frowned, attempting to deactivate it consciously. Nothing changed. "I can't figure out how to turn it off."

"Try to catch this," Dad tossed me his water canteen.

I focused hard on wanting to catch it, but the bottle stopped mid-air anyway. My frustration spiked as I watched it hover there, trapped in that infinitely stretched space.

"It's like..." I struggled to find the words. "Like my body automatically decides what can touch me. I'm not controlling it - it's controlling itself."

Dad nodded thoughtfully. "An absolute defense that activates on its own.

I tried picking up rocks, touching trees, even grabbing Dad's sleeve. Sometimes things passed through, sometimes they didn't. There was no pattern I could discern yet. The ability seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Well," Dad's eye crinkled in that way that meant he was smiling beneath his mask, "this certainly makes training interesting."

Out of nowhere my knees buckled. The world spun as my chakra levels plummeted. The infinite barrier I'd created flickered and warped around me.

"Kazami!" Dad caught me before I hit the ground. Through my Six Eyes, I watched my chakra network drain like someone had pulled a plug. The endless space I'd created collapsed back to normal.

"What's happening?" My voice came out weak. Every muscle ached. "It feels like someone's stealing my chakra."

"Your technique." Dad's hand pressed against my forehead, his own chakra probing gently. "It's consuming enormous amounts of energy. More than any jutsu I've seen."

I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. The simple act of maintaining that infinite space had drained me completely. "But I barely did anything with it."

"Space-time manipulation requires incredible chakra control." Dad helped me sit up against a tree trunk. "And whatever this ability is, it's far more complex than standard ninjutsu. You're literally warping reality - that comes at a cost."

The world still wobbled around me. My chakra network felt like a wrung-out sponge. "How do I control it better? It just... happens on its own."

"That's our priority now." Dad's voice turned serious. "You need to master this power before it masters you. A technique that drains you this quickly could be dangerous in actual combat."

I nodded, feeling the exhaustion deep in my bones. The automatic nature of the ability was both blessing and curse - it protected me without thought, but I couldn't stop it from drinking my chakra dry.

"We'll work on it every day," Dad continued. "Start with small spaces, learn to activate and deactivate it consciously. Until you can control it properly, no more training with other techniques."

I slumped against a tree, still catching my breath from the earlier chakra drain. Dad paced in front of me, his footsteps leaving precise patterns in the grass.

"Your Six Eyes give you perfect chakra control, but this space manipulation..." He tapped his chin. "It's like trying to fill a lake with a water bucket. We need to build your reserves first."

"How?" I watched his chakra flow, steady and controlled compared to my depleted network.

"Five-step training program." He held up his fingers. "First, chakra expansion exercises. You'll meditate while circulating increasing amounts through your system. Like stretching a muscle."

I nodded. That made sense - bigger reserves meant more power to fuel my abilities.

"Second, precision control. You'll learn to activate your space manipulation in smaller areas. Start with a finger, then a hand. Work up to full-body protection."

"And that'll use less chakra?"

"Exactly. Third step is duration training. Hold the technique as long as possible, then rest. Build up stamina gradually."

My chakra network was already starting to recover, tiny streams of energy flowing back through the pathways.

"Fourth, we'll work on conscious activation and deactivation. Your automatic defense is impressive, but you need to control when it triggers." Dad's chakra shifted into a more focused pattern. "Can't have you passing out every time you need to block an attack."

"And the fifth step?"

"Combat integration. Once you master the basics, we'll combine your space manipulation with standard ninja techniques. But that's weeks away at least."

He crouched down to my level. "This isn't going to be easy. We'll start with two hours of meditation every morning, followed by precise chakra control exercises. Your afternoons will be physical conditioning - you need a stronger body to handle these powers."

"When do we start?"

"Tomorrow at dawn." His eye crinkled. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

Two more years passed just like that I wish I could say I mastered everything but I definitely didn't bright side I won't pass out of nowhere anymore I at least got that much done

I adjusted my blindfold, feeling the familiar weight of the cloth against my eyes. The Academy building loomed before me, its chakra signature a complex web of energy patterns from the students and teachers inside. Through my Six Eyes, I could trace every detail - the flow of power through the walls, the distinct signatures of different classrooms, the subtle variations in each person's chakra network.

"Ready?" Dad squeezed my shoulder.

"As I'll ever be." I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. After two years of intense training, I'd finally gained enough control over my abilities to attend the Academy without accidentally warping space around my classmates. Most of the time, anyway.

A group of kids rushed past us into the building, their chakra signatures bright and untamed. Raw potential, waiting to be shaped. Through my Six Eyes, they looked like living fireworks - all that energy bouncing around with barely any direction.

"Remember what we practiced." Dad's chakra swirled with a mix of pride and concern. "Small spaces only. No full-body barriers unless absolutely necessary."

"I know, I know." I'd learned that lesson the hard way after nearly passing out during training too many times. "Keep it contained, don't drain my reserves, and try not to freak anyone out by making things disappear into infinite space."

"That's my girl." He ruffled my hair. "And remember-"

"A ninja must see underneath the underneath." I finished his favorite saying with him, earning a chuckle.

The Academy's front doors stood open, welcoming new students. Through my Six Eyes, I could see the chakra residue left by generations of ninja-in-training who'd walked this same path. Their energy had seeped into the very stones, creating a tapestry of power that told the story of Konoha's future protectors.

I took a deep breath, centering myself like Dad had taught me. My own chakra settled into familiar patterns, the space-warping power humming quietly beneath my skin, waiting to be called upon.

Time to begin. 

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Hey so what do you guys think that I do a good job describing her powers Since she's still so young only being 5 by the end of the chapter I feel like it's good that she still doesn't have full mastery