For once, Amamiya Raizen wasn't out on missions or bleeding for clan glory.He was stuck at home, training like a man possessed.
After the last fight, he'd realized something brutal—his body couldn't keep up with his ambition.No matter how clever your jutsu or how flashy your chakra, if your body breaks first, you're just a corpse with good potential.
So now?Now Raizen was on a personal mission called "Become Less Pathetic."
"...one-hundred-nine… one-hundred-ten…"His voice rasped as he pushed against the dirt by the lakeside, sweat dripping into the mud.A hundred push-ups might sound impressive—until you remember he's a shinobi.By the end, his arms were trembling like bamboo in a storm.
"Pathetic," he muttered, flopping onto his back. "If Gai-sensei saw me, he'd resurrect himself just to punch me."
Even breathing hurt. His hands were shaking so hard it looked like he was mid-seizure.Still, he grinned.
"Alright, body. You're gonna hate me after this—but I'm not dying weak."
And with that promise, the madness began.Weighted runs. Rock-carrying. Hand-to-hand drills till his knuckles bled.He trained past hunger, through exhaustion, until sleep became an optional luxury.
For a whole month, he lived like that—forgetting meals, losing track of days, chasing one thing: a body strong enough to handle the Eight Inner Gates.
By the end of that month, he wasn't the same kid.His muscles had hardened, his breathing sharpened, and his chakra flow was steadier than ever.It was time.
Raizen stood on the training field, bare-chested and barefoot, feeling the evening wind bite against his skin.
The Eight Inner Gates—eight limiters built into every shinobi's body.Open them, and your chakra floods past its natural boundaries.Power beyond reason. Pain beyond mercy.
He exhaled slowly.
"Alright… let's see if this actually works."
His fingers curled, chakra surging to life in his network like crackling wires.He felt it—those invisible "gates" inside him trembling against the strain.
"The First Gate… Kai! — Open!"
Pain shot through him like fire.His veins bulged, his body trembling violently.Then—boom.
Blue chakra roared out, swirling around him like living flame. The ground cracked beneath his feet.
"Hah… this is it—this is the power of the Eight Inner Gates!"
Every fiber of his being screamed with life.The fog in his brain vanished.The limits of his muscles disappeared.
For the first time, he felt what true freedom inside the human body was like.A flood of chakra pushed him far past his normal Jōnin-level reserves, blazing up to elite class in an instant.The excess energy burned off his skin as blue fire, like an aura too dense to stay hidden.
He stared at his fists—sparks of chakra dancing over his skin."Super Saiyan mode, huh? Heh. I'll take it."
With a shout, Raizen kicked off the ground. The world blurred.In one step, he crossed ten meters, his foot exploding the earth beneath it.
Boom!
He crashed down into the lake with a punch.Water erupted sky-high, exploding into a cratered splash before raining back down.For a moment, he just stood there, chest heaving, drenched in spray—then he started laughing.
"Hah… Hahahaha! Yeah! This is what I'm talking about!"
Lightning-blue chakra flickered around him like wild firelight.Amamiya Raizen—the so-called forgotten nobody—wasn't so powerless anymore.