His grandfather unlocked the front door, pushing it open. Yuto's face was filled with anticipation. The door finally swung open, and his facial expression fell into dissatisfaction as a huge cloud of dust flowed out of the entrance, painting his pale skin with dust. He wiped his face with his shirt and dusted his clothes off, looking at his grandfather accusingly.
"You knew this would happen," he said, looking at his grandfather standing just out of reach of the door. His grandfather let out a soft chuckle.
Yuto rolled his eyes before finally stepping into the home with a hand over his nose and mouth. His grandfather stepped inside as well, but instead of covering his face, he made a single hand seal with his lone hand before releasing a large gust of wind in all directions, clearing out the dust in one swoop. Yuto opened his eyes as he was forced to close them from the gust of wind.
He looked back at his grandfather in surprise before shifting his face to a begrudging look and scoffing.
"Show off," Yuto said in an envious tone.
His grandfather let a boisterous laugh, placing his hand on his hip.
"Don't look so down. If you show great improvement, I'll teach you how to perform techniques similar to that one," his grandfather said with a smile.
"Really," Yuto said, a look of excitement in his eyes.
"Yes, but it will only be after you master the basics," his grandfather said. "After you build a good foundation, I'll begin teaching the kata of my techniques, and I'll grant you one C-rank in ninjutsu."
"You will work on the jutsu in your own time, though I'll be there to give you small tips".
"You will need to learn how to analyze the theoretical aspect in jutsu scrolls, for I won't always be here to draw it out for you," his grandfather finished with a serious look.
Yuto gave him a firm nod; he knew it wouldn't do him well to complain about the regimen, considering how lucky he was to even be given any training at all. Not only was his grandfather a jonin war veteran, but he had a self-developed kinjutsu style.
"Come, I'll show you to your room," he said.
"I'm staying here?" Yuto asked in surprise.
"Of course, the only reason you stayed in that surprisingly clean apartment was because of how long my travel was from the fire capital," his grandfather said in an obvious tone.
He was a little surprised but followed his grandfather towards his new room.
"Here you are," his grandfather said.
Yuto was shocked at the sheer size of the room. The room was bigger than his kitchen and living area combined, not to mention the luteous white covers and curtains. Yuto crouched down, wiping a finger across the ground, looking at his now dirty finger.
"Looks like I'm in for some cleaning," Yuto said.
"Nonsense, the cleaners should be over shortly," his grandfather said in a prideful tone.
Yuto raised an eyebrow at that but brushed it off as rich laziness. He would have the house smelling like lavender whether his grandfather liked it or not.
"Come, I'll show you the private training quarters in the back," his grandfather said matter-of-factly.
Yuto felt like his grandfather was showing off at that point. He has a two-story home, no estate, and a private training ground in his backyard.
Yuto walked with his grandfather, curiously wondering his head around as they walked. he also couldn't help but think how well things were going for him after just five days in this new world.
Yuto snapped out of his thoughts as he and his grandfather finally arrived at the backyard. It was a wide array of space with a rough terrain standing out from the greenery on the outside of its parameter. he looked at his grandfather, confused as he saw his grandfather rolling up the sleeves of his long white kimono and walking towards the middle of the grounds.
"Come, my boy, show me where you are in your training," he said in a demanding tone.
Yuto snapped out of his surprise and walked towards the field with a determined look. He stood across from his grandfather as the older man looked down on him.
"Come on, attack me," his grandfather said.
Yuto spat at the ground, entering a fighting stance.
He frowned, seeing his grandfather's hands behind his back.
Yuto paid it no mind and charged forward, thrusting his hand out for a palm strike to the stomach. The older man swiftly countered, lifting his leg and placing his knee in the strike's path. There was a loud smack sound as Yuto's palm was stopped by the knee.
Yuto spent his body in the opposite direction, lashing out with a spinning backward head kick. The older man rolled away from the kick and crouched down. The older man kicked one of his legs out from the ground, delivering a brutal kick in Yuto's gut, sending him flying backward. But right before Yuto's body left the older man's space, he spat a chakra-powered glob of spit at the older man.
The older man quickly leaped over the ball of spit with lightning-quick reflexes. Yuto frowned, seeing his attack fail, his back finally impacted the ground, dragging across it after the devastating kick.
"I see, no wonder you weren't as chatty, using the time to gather enough spit in your mouth."
"While it's utterly disgusting, it has potential," his grandfather said.
Yuto pulled himself off the ground and spoke, "Are you seriously going to fight me without using your arm?".
"I'm afraid so, right now you're currently so weak that I have the pleasure to do so, despite only having one arm". He said.
Yuto, frustrated, charged towards his grandfather again.
Later....
Yuto sat on the steps to the back door patio, sipping on some lemonade with a straw.
He looked over, seeing his grandfather didn't even break a sweat. He frowned, realizing the difference between a jonin and an academy student. It reminded him of when Kakashi effortlessly defeated Team 7 during the bell test.
All this served for was to make him even more worried about entering the shinobi field. He knew if he came across one jonin, even if he had his jonin sensei, he'd probably be killed, seeing that his sensei would be forced to suppress their destructive power with genin around. If the enemy targets the genin, his sensei will be forced to protect them and fight off the enemy simultaneously. And that will only work for so long before they fall into an enemy trap.
He shuddered, realizing the difference in strength between him and a jonin, hell, even a chunin would wipe the floor with him in under half a minute.
Yuto Stood up, slipping off his shinobi sandals before entering the house. He frowned, seeing the dirt under his toenails yet again. He placed a mental note to buy some shinobi combat boots in the future (He never does this, by the way).
Yuto walked into the house, noticing shiny floors. He set his cup down on the kitchen counter and went off to wash up.
After leaving the shower, his hair still damp, he walked into the living area, seeing his grandfather sitting on his knees at a ground-level table.
"Come, boy, sit," the older man said.
Yuto sits down as well.
"You'll be waking early tomorrow. I've already devised a proper training regimen."
"Since you're quite underdeveloped, you'll need to eat and get some meat on those bones."
Yuto just listened and nodded, parting his long locks to the side and cleaning his ears with a Q-tip he got from who knows where. His grandfather frowned, seeing this.
"Must you adjust your appearance every second? It's either the hair, the nails, or the skin with you," the older man said with a disapproving look.
"I won't be this young forever, and proper maintenance is not homosexual".
His grandfather grunted, "Just be at the training field at 5 AM," he said before standing up and walking off.
Yuto wasn't concerned about the time, he'd stayed up into the night studying 4 years of material and still made it out the bed in the morning. His unwavering will to survive and some of the work already being done by the previous yuto helped him become content with the new world. He was still a coward, he was better at hiding it though. but it was obvious by his fighting style he didn't care about taking damage ass long as they were in as much pain as he was. he knew the only way to gain his confidence was to prove to himself that he could be dangerous too, even if it meant putting the life he treasured so much on the line. Part of him wished he could go back to high school in his current body and beat those bullies into the ground, 10-year-old or not.
He finally went back into his room. He had the same pajama set he had on when he woke up in this new world. He was getting nostalgic just looking at the light blue two-piece pajama set. He took his long black hair out of his ponytail, throwing the rubber band on the ground, and he plopped on the bed, making a snow angel with the folds of the white covers.
His grandfather happened to walk by the open door as he caught sight of Yuto's antics. A smile graced his lips as he continued to walk past the room.
[Be sure to give me your power stone]