Might Guy
"Kid, you're so lazy," grumbled the skewers-munching fox.
Naruto, who had just woken up two hours late, blinked in confusion.
He stared at the Kyuubi suspiciously. Did the Bishop transmigrate into the Nine-Tails?
"What's with that look in your eyes?" the fox asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing. I'm going to hammer the tree." Naruto brushed it off, finishing his breakfast beside the Nine-Tails in the sealed space before returning to the real world… to eat again.
Even though he felt full, his stomach was still empty in reality. It felt sour and weird.
Still, Naruto loved the feeling of having breakfast with the Kyuubi. After all...
So far, it was his only world.
The only world that was truly his.
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Naruto had already given up on understanding his body. Yesterday, he'd worked himself like a dog—aching all over, sore down to the bone. His cells screamed in protest. But after a good night's sleep, he woke up feeling completely fine.
Maybe it's the dragon meat replenishing my vitality, Naruto thought. Plus the Yang chakra from the Nine-Tails… this body feels like it's undergoing some kind of transformation.
He estimated that in a few years, he might develop the kind of ridiculous regeneration seen in Boruto—where someone could get stabbed, yank the blade out, and heal instantly like it was nothing.
Still, Naruto grumbled internally, At least give me a few days of soreness. Then I'd have an excuse to take a break, stay in the seal space, eat barbecue with the big fox… or pinch my wife.
He blushed at that thought.
Snapping back to reality, he quickly created a Shadow Clone and opened a portal—sending it off to keep playing in the mud. After all, crafting was a lifelong career, and he couldn't afford to fall behind.
Same tree as yesterday.
No counting. Just hammering.
Per the Kyuubi's instructions, except during meals, Naruto hammered from dawn till dusk.
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A Month Later...
Naruto sighed.
Humans are weird. Once you build a habit, you really can do anything.
Something he'd once found boring now felt almost natural. Eat. Portal. Tree. Hammer. Repeat.
These past two days, though, something odd had started happening—a figure in a green jumpsuit kept jogging upside-down past him on the path nearby.
Naruto's gut told him exactly what was up. Third Hokage, huh?
Why else would Might Guy suddenly start passing through this area? He'd never come this way before.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had initially been thrilled when Naruto started training a month ago. But after a while, he realized something was off.
Okay, it's great you're training… but why are you hammering a tree for twenty days straight?!
You're an Uzumaki. You've got massive chakra reserves. You're the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki—you've got even more! You should be practicing ninjutsu. I gave you the Shadow Clone Technique for a reason. It's not for making mud figurines!
You even have spatial abilities. Why are you dead-set on training taijutsu like a Lee clone?
Watching Naruto through his crystal ball, the Third sighed. If Naruto didn't have such a resilient body, he'd have broken his wrists by now.
So he made arrangements.
Send Might Guy to help correct his form... but subtly. No official mentorship. Just "passing by advice."
On the first day, Guy had protested. But the Hokage insisted—he was chosen by "the organization." Guy relented.
But what he saw astonished him.
No one was supervising the boy. He trained on his own, hammering away relentlessly for over a month.
Even Guy, the embodiment of dedication, was impressed.
He'd been shocked on the first day. Stunned on the second. Naruto's wrists and fingers were red and swollen, yet by the next day, he moved like nothing had happened.
A beast. This kid is a physical powerhouse.
Guy even briefly considered taking Naruto as his student. But then again... this was the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki. No way the Hokage would allow that. He'd probably be lectured for weeks.
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Day Three
Guy once again passed by—upside-down, of course.
Naruto, hammering as usual, noticed the green blur go by... then circle back… then go by again.
"…Hey, uncle, what are you doing?"
At Naruto's age, calling Guy "uncle" came naturally.
"Uncle—cough, cough..." Guy choked on his pride a little. It felt weird, but not wrong. He coughed twice, vaulted into the air from his handstand, flipped mid-air, and landed dramatically.
One hand in front, fingers knife-shaped. The other behind his back. Teeth flashing.
Ding! A sparkle shone off his teeth.
Naruto's thoughts turned into one long string of black lines.
This guy… is a clown.
Even after witnessing Gai-sensei's antics countless times in anime reruns, Naruto still felt secondhand embarrassment seeing it in person.
"Young man," Guy declared, "you have remarkable bones! A martial arts prodigy! I shall teach you my secret technique—Tree-Beating Fist!"
"…Huh." Naruto was speechless. Tree-Beating Fist? Why not just call it Dog-Beating Stick Style while you're at it?
Still, Naruto understood the message. The Third must've sent Guy to help correct his form.
My wrists swell every day. I figured I was doing it wrong. But it's been a month and the swelling hasn't gone down, even though I've adapted.
He had no real training in boxing—no street smarts, no muscle memory from TV brawls. He was just blindly hammering away. Expecting the Nine-Tails to teach him was a joke. The fox didn't even have fists—it had claws!
"Watch this." Guy stepped up to the tree and punched—not too fast, just enough for Naruto to follow.
The tree trembled.
Snow didn't fall—it had already been knocked off by Naruto's endless pounding.
"Did you catch that?" Guy asked.
"Uh… can you do it again?" Naruto scratched his head. I'm not Zhang Wuji, y'know. I can't learn martial arts from one demo. And I don't have a Sharingan either!
Guy grinned. "Of course! One more time—watch closely!"
Naruto did. This time, he noticed it—Guy's form twisted slightly with each punch. Naruto, on the other hand, had just been bashing the trunk with brute force.
"Last one!" Guy stood tall and punched again.
"Got it?" he asked.
"…Sort of," Naruto said, thinking it over. He starts from his feet, then his legs, waist, shoulder… elbow… then fist.
"Good. Remember this: Foot – Leg – Hip – Waist – Shoulder – Elbow – Fist. That's the chain."
Naruto nodded, deep in thought. It was hard to see everything clearly, but he'd definitely caught the waist movement.
"I'll leave you to it." Guy saw Naruto processing the lesson and turned to leave.
"Uncle! My name's Uzumaki Naruto! I don't know yours yet!"
Guy paused.
Without turning, he raised a hand and waved.
"Masters never leave their names behind… HAHAHA!"
And he was gone.
Naruto held his forehead.
Why is everyone in Konoha so weird? Is there a normal person anywhere in this village?