STATUS
Name: Ishiki
Age: 12
Chakra: 30 / 30
Strength: 15
A full week had passed since I began training under the future First Hokage, Hashirama Senju himself.
A week of sparring.A week of bruises.A week of chakra training so relentless it made my bones ache.
And yet,
My progress had slowed to a crawl.
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples as I reviewed my mental status screen for the twentieth time that morning.
"Thirty Chakra… Strength fifteen… That's exactly what it was yesterday. And the day before that."
It was frustrating, but the truth was obvious.
A ninja's chakra was made from two sources:
Physical energy -- strength, stamina, vitalitySpiritual energy -- willpower, experience, mental focus
My spiritual side was fine.But my physical side? It was a dried-up riverbed.
I wasn't gaining chakra anymore because…
"I'm too weak."
And worse,
"I'm probably malnourished."
Madara's brutal sparring was good training, if your body could keep up. Mine couldn't. Each session pushed me to my limits, but without proper nutrition, my physical energy refused to grow.
If chakra was half physical energy… then my chakra cap wouldn't budge unless I fixed my body first.
My stomach growled in agreement.
I opened the Props Panel, hoping, praying, for something new.
The panel flickered.
A new icon pulsed softly.
My heart jumped.
NEW GADGET ACQUIRED!
I focused on it, hope rising.
A small futuristic bottle appeared in the display, metallic, sleek, with a straw attached.
GADGET: Concentrated Food
Description:A 22nd-century nutritional breakthrough from Doraemon.A semi-fluid supplement that instantly eliminates hunger and malnutrition. Absorbed directly into the cells for rapid restoration of physical energy.
I froze.
Then my heart exploded with joy.
"This… THIS is exactly what I needed!"
Nutrition, instant, powerful, perfect.The one missing link in my growth.
I summoned the gadget. A smooth, metallic bottle appeared in my hand with a soft hum.
I tilted it experimentally.
Nothing.
"Huh…? Does it need chakra?"
I pushed a tiny pulse of chakra into the bottle.
Wrrrrm,
The metal absorbed the energy instantly, glowing faintly as thick liquid materialized inside.
I blinked.
"So it really does need chakra to create food…"
I fed it more chakra.Five units…Ten…Fifteen…
A meagre amount of liquid formed, barely fifteen drops of dense, shimmering nutrition.
I stared at the bottle in disbelief.
"One drop per unit of chakra…? That's expensive!"
Still, I lifted the straw and drank.
The effect was immediate.
BOOM,
Warmth exploded through my body, sharp, electric, invigorating. Every depleted cell soaked in energy as if I had swallowed pure life essence.
My exhaustion vanished.My senses sharpened.My breathing steadied.
My natural chakra recovery rate skyrocketed.
I laughed out loud.
"This is a cheat item! If I keep using this, my body will catch up. My chakra will grow. My strength will grow. EVERYTHING will grow!"
But the laughter faded as quickly as it came.
"Fifteen drops for half my chakra… This bottleneck is brutal."
I needed a huge supply of chakra.And there was one person with a chakra so potent it bordered on divine.
Hashirama Senju.
A literal chakra fountain.The man whose chakra could sprout forests.
His chakra was not just huge, it was pure life energy.Concentrated Food made from that would be stronger than anything I could produce alone.
A plan formed in my mind.
"I'll ask Hashirama to help me power this thing."
But for now, I had to conserve what energy I had.
I rolled my shoulders, cracked my neck, and stood tall.
If Hashirama and Madara were helping me train…
I needed to push myself harder than ever.
I stepped aside and began the routine I had once jokingly named after a legendary hero from my previous life,
Saitama Training.
DAILY ROUTINE INITIATED:
✔ 100 Push-ups✔ 100 Sit-ups✔ 100 Squats✔ 10-Kilometer Run
My muscles screamed.
My lungs burned.
My bones trembled.
But I didn't stop.
Every drop of sweat was progress.Every ache was a step closer to survival.Every repetition was another inch forward in a life I refused to lose again.
As I pushed through the fatigue, I could feel the Concentrated Food working inside me—fueling me, healing me quickly, allowing me to train harder and recover faster.
It was exactly the upgrade I needed.
With the System's help…With Hashirama's training…With Madara's relentless sparring…
My weak, twelve-year-old body was beginning to transform.
Bit by bit.
Day by day.
I was finally breaking past my limit.
And this was only the beginning.