Year 60 of the Konoha, August, Konohagakure, Ninja Apartments.
“I felt it! Chakra!”
Seven-year-old Link, a transmigrator, leapt out of bed with untrolble excitement.
Seven years siransmigration—do you know how I’ve lived these past seven years?
Because his mother was seriously injured during a mission while pregnant with him during wartime, she nearly miscarriage. When he was born, he was frail and sickly. Fortunately, the miraculous ninja medical teiques saved his fragile life.
His mother passed away when he was two due to lingering injuries. At the age of three—three!—a little boy who had just learo run, jump, sing, and rap, was dragged by his father intorous physical training every day. Exhausted, he still had to study and memorize all ninja-reted knowledge.
pared to the carefree childhood he had oh in his past life, this was nothing short of hell!
But this grueling life didn’t st long. Two years ter, when he was five, his father, a member of the Anbu, died in a during the Uchiha massacre.
He didn’t even have time to grieve. At five years old, born frail and without a cheat-like golden finger ability, he hadn’t even mao extract chakra yet, let alone dream of being invincible.
There was only one way in the Konohagakure to ge his fate: enrolling in the Ninja Academy. And the prerequisites for passing the entrance exam?
Of appropriate age and the ability to use basijutsu (extrag chakra and demonstrating basic chakra trol).
(Referenaruto Manga Chapter 672, fshbaight Guy’s entrance exam failure due to inability to perform ninjutsu. Kakashi stated that one coulder the academy without it. Might Guy was eventually accepted as a special case, as was Rock Lee.)
This was why his te father had trained him so fiercely as a child.
“Finally… just in time to extract chakra before the age cutoff,” Link murmured as he felt the chakra flowing within him. He jumped off the bed and did two backflips on the floor to celebrate.
It couldn’t be helped—he had to celebrate. Four years of grueling physical training from the age of three had finally brought him to the threshold of chakra extra. He’d long given up on the idealistic “I wo beef” philosophy of a transmigrator, but he wasn’t willing to live a mediocre life either.
Who knew if he’d even live long enough to lead a full life? The world of Naruto erilous, rife with bandits, rogue ninjas, and tless other dangers.
There were two paths to being a genin in the Konohagakure. One was the Geniification Exam, requiring mastery of chakra extra and the ability to perform the basic Three Teiques (Transformation, e, and Substitution Jutsu). The other was to attend the Ninja Academy and pass the graduation exam.
These two paths, however, were worlds apart. Graduates from the Ninja Academy would form three-man teams with their peers and be guided by a jonin or special jonin teacher. Self-taught genin had no such privilege.
Moreover, enrolling in the Ninja Academy came with financial subsidies, training under in instructors, and the ce to learn higher-level teiques from their jonin leaders after graduation.
By all ats, the Ninja Academy was the equivalent of a prestigious uy.
Self-study to bee a genin? That was more like correspondence schooling at best.
“Konohagakure's societal divide is absurd. Either you get into the equivalent of a top-tier uy, or you’re stu a correspondence course. They really o focus on developing opportunities in underserved areas,” Link muttered to himself. He gnced around nervously—after all, the Ninja Apartments housed impoverished ninjas and orphans, not ordinary civilians. If someone overheard, who knew what trouble it could bring?
He walked to the table, pulled open a drawer, and took out a rge scroll, unrolling it across the table.
The tent on the scroll was simple, something he’d already memorized: a few basic jutsu.
Specifically: the widely-known Three Teiques, the Binding Jutsu, ah Release: Headhunter Jutsu.
It might seem humble, but his te father hadn’t foreseen his death duriime. The scroll was a keepsake left by his mother before her passing.
The road to being a ninja was extraordinarily plex. During those two years of study, he had learned foundational knowledge of chakra and ninjutsu, chakra extra teiques, methods for enhang physical abilities with chakra, ninjutsu casting, ninja tool handling, stealth, escape teiques, ter-interrogation training, and more.
(he skill of chakra extra varies signifitly between “basic,” “petent,” and “profit,” requiring dedicated study and practice.)
This was just a fra of what the Ninja Academy taught, which also covered subjects like astronomy (yes, they uood their p), geography, physics, chemistry, biology, tactics, formations, practical bat exercises, and teamwork.
Link gazed at the scroll with mixed emotions, reviewing its tents once more before closing his eyes to focus.
[Sign Sequence: Ram → Siger]
He swiftly performed the hand signs, attempting to cast the simplest of the Three Teiques: the e Jutsu.
“...”
Nothing happehough his chakra was depleted.
“Failed?” Link sighed. As expected, he wasn’t a genius. Attempting again—
Thud!
“?”
As he reached for the scroll, his right hand fell limply to the floor.
What the—?!
Link stared in fusion and panic, croug down to pick up his detached arm.
Thud, thud!
Perfeow there was o panic. His head had fallen off too, boung into the er.
“???”
Link, headless, watched as his torso bent doicked up the arm. To his horror, the detached arm even flexed its fingers.
Each detached part was smooth and rounded, as if this was natural. They resembled flesh-toned versions of a certain robotic ra’s body parts.
After a brief moment of chaotic thoughts, his years of ninja training kicked in, and he quickly regained his posure. He realized that all his body parts, though separated, were still under his trol.
[To reattach…]
He trolled his body to stand upright (hung over was exhausting) and pressed his arm bato the rounded shoulder joint.
Pop!
A perfect reattat. It was as if nothing had happened!
Flexing his newly restored arm, he tried walking over to pick up his head—
Thud!
The headless body tripped, colpsing sideways. His fingers jabbed the floor hard, and he hissed in pain, sug in a breath.
Fine. trolling a detached body was harder than expected. His head and body were misaligned, and his attempts to walk straight resulted in his left foot drifting slightly to the right and his right foot slightly to the left—hehe spectacur fall.