The dim light of my small apartment flickered slightly as I stared at the chakra paper in my hand. My breath caught in my throat.

  The paper… split ly in half.

  I froze.

  Wind nature.

  Not two chakra natures.

  Not three.

  Just wind.

  The silen the room felt suffog. I stared at the torn paper, willing it to ge—praying, begging the universe to give me something else. But nothing happened.

  My fingers curled into a fist, crumpling the two halves.

  "Damn it."

  Of all the possible chakra natures, why this one?

  Lightning, Fire, Water—hell, eveh would've beeer.

  But Wind?

  The only thing I could recall from the anime was the Rasenshuriken—an insanely powerful jutsu, but ohat wrecked the user's own body without Sage Mode. That wasn't an option for me right now.

  There was also Danzo's Vaccum jutsus. But-

  Where were the other Wind jutsus? The anime never showed them.

  Was it just… an inplete nature? Or was it truly this limited?

  Was I truly this limited?

  I let out a slow breath, trying to push down the growing frustration.

  If I had received Fire ,water htning or eveh, there were dozens of jutsus I could learn. But with Wind, I had to create them myself—either by adapting from other anime or iing somethiirely new.

  "Looks like my path won't be an easy one."

  I exhaled and rubbed my temples.

  And to think, I had prayed to every god I knew—Shiva, Vishnu, Alh, Jesus, Buddha—all of them.

  Did they even hold power in this world?

  I should have prayed to Hagoromo. Or maybe one of those Otsutsuki gods.

  A humorless chuckle left my lips. Not like they'd answer either.

  Still, at least I had started leaf-cutting training early. My chakra trol wasn't exceptional, but it was above average because of my body. Not enough to pull off isus yet, but with time, I'd get there.

  My grip tightened.

  'No point whining about it.'

  I had already been reborn ohat alo I had a ce. A ce to bee powerful. A ce to ge my fate.

  I wasn't about to waste it.

  I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

  "I didn't even train today."

  That wouldn't do. Not if I wao survive in this world.

  I stood up, rolling my shoulders. My muscles ached slightly from previous training, but that was just proof ress.

  No pints.

  ation.

  No excuses.

  It was time to get stronger.

  ---

  Three Days Later -

  The m chill lingered in the air as I pushed myself up from my final set of push-ups. My breath came out in steady exhales, my body already used to the routine.

  I wiped the sweat off my forehead and grabbed a towel.

  Training every day had bee a habit, a y. If I wao pensate for my high chakra reserves, my body had to be in peak dition.

  After freshening up, I walked into my small kit and peeled a banana, mung on it as I checked my boiling eggs.

  A few mier, I fished them out—only to realize I had boiled them for too long.

  I cracked one open. The yolk ractically solid.

  I sighed. "Guess I overdid it."

  I still ate them, though. I he protein.

  In the academy -

  The academy , though filled with young students, suddenly felt suffog. The casual chatter had died down, repced by a thick, tense silence. All eyes were on me.

  I could feel them—curious, expet, some eager to see me fail, others simply w if the so-called 'top student' was anything special.

  Okabe-seood before me, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked onto mine.

  "Land a si, and you pass."

  If you are w how he got there , let's go ba time.

  /////////

  After finishing breakfast, I made my way to the Academy.

  For the first time, I wasn't tense about the entrance exam or pressured for ing first.

  This time, I could actually take in my surroundings.

  The Academy was just like it was shown in the ahe tall building, the training grounds nearby, the groups of kids chatting loudly in the corridors—it was all familiar, yet pletely different when seen with my own eyes.

  He found that he had been pced in Css 4B, located on the fourth floor.

  He walked through the hallway, nodding slightly at a few familiar faces. Some kids whispered when they saw him. Probably still talking about how he had ranked first irance exam.

  I ighem.

  Ranking first didn't mean anything.

  As he entered, his sharp eyes quickly sed the room. Around 28 students were already inside, chatting in small groups. Most of them bore symbols on their backs—the proud crests of the Uchiha, Hyūga, Nara, and other well-known families. Kazeo's expression remained ral, but deep inside, he felt a tinge of petitiveness fre up.

  The academy was just as I had expected. 'Rows of desks, children chattiedly, a few already f their little social circles. I took a seat he back, avoiding unnecessary attention.'

  At exactly 8 AM, their instructor walked in

  —a tall, sharp-eyed in with dark brown hair and a scar running down his jaw. He introduced himself again as Okabe-sensei

  "Before we begin, I'll distribute your identity cards."

  After distributing identity cards ,some kids were still talking .

  Wasting no time iing the tone.

  "You are not here to py. You are not here to make friends. You are here to bee shinobi of Konohagakure. If you are expeg an easy time, leave now."

  The room fell silent. A few kids swallowed nervously.

  I didn't react.

  I already knew what to expect.

  This wasn't a normal school. It ce te soldiers.

  Okabe-sensei's gaze swept over the css before nding on me.

  "You're the one who got first pce, right?"

  I met his eyes. "Yes, sensei."

  He nodded. "Then stand up."

  I did as he said.

  "Let's see if you deserve that rank. e down to the front."

  Whispers erupted around the room. Some kids looked excited, others nervous. A few smirked, clearly eager to see me fail.

  I walked to the front, keeping my movements trolled.

  "Fight me," Okabe-sensei said.

  The room went dead silent.

  I stared at him, my mind rag.

  What kind of test is this?

  "You have five minutes," he tinued, crag his knuckles. "Land a si, and you pass."

  A si.

  Against a full-fledged in.

  I exhaled slowly.

  Alright then.

  I slid into a stance, eyes locked onto his every movement.

  This…

  This was going to be iing.

  To be tinued....