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Walking through the streets of konoha, Murakami felt a nostalgic feeling wash over him as he took in the familiar scent and sight around him.
He may have been away from the village for a little over a week, that was strangely why he felt nostalgic.
In this new world, it was his first time away from his 'home'.
For a time, Murakami felt a sense of belonging to the village, but then buried the thought and continued on his way.
He had no time to spend being unconsciously institutionalized into the village as he had a more pressing issue.
Getting Stronger.
Cliche as it may sound, to Murakami, it was extremely important.
Important enough that he had to give up any form of involvement in the Lotus Store activities.
As a Genin, he had no time to spend being a business man.
That would be extremely arrogant of him and an insult to other Shinobi who dedicate their waking hours to their unconscious hours to being a better Shinobi.
'Not that there aren't useless Shinobi out there…' Murakami thought as he arrived in front of his house.
Looking at the quaint and heavily fortified house Murakami allowed himself to feel a bit of pride.
Not many could boast of such a futuristic and secure house.
Murakami placed his hand on the door panel, leaking a trace of his chakra which the panel absorbed and scanned, following which a click rang out and the door opened.
Stepping in, the house lit up, dispelling the darkness of the night. Murakami squinted his eyes for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the light.
Looking at the pristinely kept house, Murakami allowed himself a moment of satisfaction before making his way to the backyard.
Walking to his familiar spot, he sat down and crossed his legs.
"Looks like tonight's a particularly dark night."
He muttered, then closed his eyes.
He had missed a few days of this due to the mission, but there is no time like the present.
With a deep inhale, he began to circulate his chakra through each tenketsu of his body.
As his chakra finished one circulation and returned to his center, he let out an exhale and opened his eyes.
All this happened in less than ten seconds which showed Murakami's speed of internal chakra circulation.
'Hmm, this is not it…' Murakami sighed inaudibly and tilted his head to look at the dark sky. "There must be more to nature transformation than this."
Every technique requires Chakra to go through the necessary internal circulation before they can be transformed into the element of the technique.
The same was applicable to the Phantom Step technique.
Murakami only needed a thought to complete the internal circulation for the technique.
Still, he considered it unfinished because it had a giveaway.
For all his knowledge, Murakami didn't consider himself a genius.
A genius could probably create a solution out of thin air, but Murakami made proper use of already provided information and adapted it to himself before going at it consistently.
'I guess that's why we were assigned to Kaito-sensei.' Murakami concluded immediately to bring this up with Kaito the next day. 'Next is…'
Murakami looked down at his arms and clenched them repeatedly. 'My physical strength seems to have reached a limit.'
Murakami immediately shot to his feet and took a stance.
With a deep breath, he began to go through the katas of the [heavenly demon technique].
First was a straight penetration fist with his right hand, followed by a spiralling torque fist that seemed to twist the air with his left hand.
With his right hand, he grabbed the air and threw a short compression fist that shook the air, followed by a palm that pushed the disturbed air away.
With his right hand free, he rotated on his feet and swung upwards as the left hand shot out with a force greater than the first palm strike.
Murakami went for a low sweep then rose with a knee strike before rotating on his foot once more and threw a kick.
Bringing the feet down, Murakami seamlessly transitioned into the first form and threw a straight punch once again, followed by a spiral torque, then a compressed short punch, then straight palm strike, a redirecting palm, a swerve then a shock transferred palm, then a low sweep kick, an interceptor knee, and finally the rotating axis kick.
This was merely a repetition of the first movement, but this repetition gave off a different vibe to the first and by the time he began the third repetition, his figure seemed to blur between slow and fast.
And by the time he came to a stop, the entire yard was roaring with wind with the area around Murakami completely calm.
Murakami stood with his eyes closed, and as expected, the familiar feeling of his chakra increasing didn't occur.
Murakami sighed as his eyes popped open. "Have I truly reached my limit?"
The weighted seal wasn't the problem because it worked to make sure Murakami was under the necessary pressure to stimulate his entire body.
From Skin and Muscles to the bones.
Of course, he supported all this with the most effective and efficient nutritional content in his meals.
With that in mind, the weighted seal was working perfectly.
And the next reason for this could only be his age.
Murakami had just turned 13 years of age weeks ago and this was late October.
Murakami didn't consider himself too young or old amongst his peers since he wasn't really competing with anybody.
In the Shinobi line of work, a competent 13 year old could captain a squad of other competent Shinobi in their twenties.
But that wasn't Murakami. He had no intention of standing, but that didn't mean he'd be a mediocre shinobi.
He just wouldn't be in the spotlight.
Being in the spotlight limited freedom and that was not what Murakami wanted.
'However, a 13 year old capable of throwing a punch weighing over 10kg is a bit abnormal, no?' a sudden thought struck him and he allowed himself to entertain the thought.
But then he recalled that there really wasn't such a thing as a limit of growth when it came to those martial art prodigies.
There was no way to measure himself against them, but Murakami was confident that he was better than a third rank martial artist.
Even a second grade martial artist wouldn't be stronger than him.
As for first grade…those were the ones beginning to develop supernatural powers from their Qi or internal energy.
'Perhaps I'm not there yet. Wait…' his eyes went open as a thought struck him. 'Could this be the gate to that realm?'
The thought was quite entertaining and Murakami quickly sat down to ruminate on it.
Ideally, being able to exert a force of 100kg qualifies one to become a martial artist in some dojo.
(A/N: Remember, I'm always gonna be referencing Martial art novels and their system, don't get confused as I won't take it out of hand.)
And surpassing that limit introduces Qi into the body.
This Qi is what gives martial artists their extraordinary physique.
In this world, chakra already does this passively.
The more chakra a body can contain depends on how strong the bodily vessel and mind is.
A mind with little to no active spiritual energy could not dream of having a massive reserve of chakra because they'd drown themselves in their own chakra, likewise, a weak body would just break down.
(A/N: Examples of this were shown in the cases of Yakumo who had excess Yin energy that she could control and Sora, a normal body with the Kyubi's chakra inside him. Anyways…you get the gist.)
Due to this, Murakami's routine has always been to circulate his chakra as quickly as possible without wasting a bit in the process, then perform his katas.
This allows his mind and body to activate their respective energy, which would then lead to an increase in his reserves.
Now however, this training format was getting him nowhere.
Murakami opened his eyes and sighed once again..'That should be the third sigh tonight…'
He thought to himself as he stood up.
He had identified the problem, and the solution was obvious.
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