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Chapter 7 - Chapter 7

Barely a month since he started training to be a shinobi.

"I am sorry, kid, but you should consider a different path." The voice of the rebel captain, Arashi, repeated in his head. 

He sat cross-legged in the grass, a fair distance away from the camp. Cold winds swept by him, brushing his red hair that had now reached his chin.

"I am sorry, kid..." He heard the voice again; he closed his eyes and tried concentrating on the task at hand. 

He heard the voice once more, then twice, thrice...

Chakra seeped out of the pores around his body slowly, covering it like a soft aura. The fluid-like chakra had a reddish glow to it that matched his hair.

Two weeks had passed since he had found out about the chakra illness. For the first day, he simply thought it was a misdiagnosis, yet as time passed, he started realizing the diagnosis was in fact true.

Chakra didn't flow through his body like a normal person's would. Like an automatically closing tap, whenever he stopped concentrating on flowing chakra, the pathways would close the flow of chakra, almost like they were never opened. 

"It's sad." In the distance, a girl said as she glanced at the boy who sat cross-legged on the grassy floor. "Why did it have to be that way for him?"

With a sigh, Arashi said in a sad tone, "We don't know, Hisai; not everyone is destined to be what they desire."

"But why though? he... he was." She paused for a moment; she looked down. "He was supposed to be great; even you said that."

"I may have said that, but we didn't know." He said as he sat down on the branch. Although the girl may not be able to decipher the emotions of the veteran shinobi, she felt as if the man was saddened by the fact.

The captain's young son died when he was in the thrid shinobi war, he had great plans for the child. Hisai thought as her gaze diverted towards the veteran shinobi.

Perhaps Kazu reminds him of his son. 

The girl could only theorize; the older man was always kind to children, especially orphans. She knew him too well.

A minute passed in silence.

Arashi cleared his throat and said, "We have been out in the wilderness for more than a few months. Soon, we will have a time where we must face the village head-on; perhaps it will be in a few months or a few years."

"Yes." The girl raised an eyebrow; she already knew this information. "What are you trying to say, old man?"

She believed that the shinobi was trying to hint something to her.

"That boy will not survive if he stays with us." Arashi said, his voice stern and cold. An outer shell of strength. Hisai knew it quite well.

The girl said, standing up, "Yes, but he is smart and knowledgeable; even if he can't use chakra, he can still be an excellent taijutsu or kenjutsu user."

"What if someone puts him in a genjutsu?" The man retorted, looking at the girl in her red eyes. Calmly, he said, "You've already been a shinobi for a year; don't act like a child."

The kid had grown on Hisai; Arashi knew it well. The boy was much like her, someone different than others. While Kazu was bullied for his hair, an outlier amongst the norm, the girl was hated for her crimson eyes that reminded everyone of the scorned eyes of the Uchiha from Konoha.

"It's been two weeks, two whole weeks since he's sat like that, eyes closed, legs crossed. He's opened every single tenketsu in his body multiple times." The man paused, taking a quick glance at the boy, his voice dimmed slightly, "If his chakra system was normal, he could have been the most unrivalled genius that has ever walked these lands."

A normal child could only open most of their tenketsu within a few years to a decade, depending on the intensity of the training. Doing so in two weeks was unheard of, even in the thousands of years of history of shinobi.

Some time passed before it was time for Hisai's on-guard shift. Arashi sat in the branch for minutes after she left, observing the boy who had been meditating there for who knows how long.

...

As the sun started setting, the boy who had long been meditating in the grass had a small smile creep up on his face.

He stood up, his body aching from sitting in a rigid posture for such a long time. He balled his fist up, the grin on his face ever present.

A way to bypass his chakra illness would be to forcefully keep his chakra pathways open by keeping the flow of chakra constant. This would mean that he would always continue emitting chakra. 

Most people would not have enough chakra to keep this up, even jounin-level shinobi to some extent. This was because chakra operated much like blood, where it would passively be circulated around the body. 

As for keeping the chakra pathways forced open, it was like bleeding 24/7.

It would have been game over for most shinobi, but Kazu was different; he had the chakra capacity and Yang energy of an Uzumaki and the Mental energy of an adult.

No Illness shall stop me, Hahahaha!

He smiled as he approached the camp. He was going to eat some boar meat and go to sleep. The next day, he would attempt to test his theory out.

...

Dawn cracked early in the summer; it was not even 5 am when the young Uzumaki got up, intending on carrying out his plan.

He closed his eyes and concentrated for just less than ten seconds before a red, fluidy aura coated him, and his hair started floating slightly, almost as if it was under less gravity.

"What are you doing?" Hisai asked grumpily. 

Kazu had realized long ago that she was a Tsundere archetype.

"Just wait and see." The boy replied, and for the next few minutes, he tried keeping the aura of chakra activated.

Fuck, this is going to be harder than expected. He thought as he lay face first, butt up in the grass minutes later, depleted from chakra. 

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