his grandfather unlocked the front door pushing it open. yuto's face was filled with anticipation. the door finally swung open, his face expression fell into dissatisfaction as as a huge cloud of dust flowed out the entrance painting his pale skin in dust. he wiped his face with his shirt and dusted his clothes off looking at his grandfather accusingly.
"you knew this would happen" he said looking at his grandfather standing just out of reach of the door. his grandfather let out a soft chuckle.
yuto rolled his eyes before finally stepping into the home with a hand over his nose and mouth. his grandfather stepped inside as well but instead of covering his face he made a single hand seal with his lone hand before releasing a large gust of wind in all directions clearing out the dust in one swoop. yuto opened his eyes as he was forced to close them from the gust of wind. he looked back at his grandfather in surprise before shifting his face to a begrudging look and scoffed.
"show off" yuto said in a envious tone.
his grandfather let a boisterous laugh placing his hand on his hip.
"don't look so down, if you show great improvement I'll teach you how to perform techniques similar to that one" his grandfather said with a smile.
"really" yuto said, a look of excitement in his eyes.
"yes but it will only be after you master the basics" his grandfather said. "after you build a good foundation I'll begin teaching the kata's of my techniques and I'll grant you one c rank ninjutsu"
"you will work on the jutsu in your own time, though I'll be there to give you small tips".
"you will need to learn how to analyze the theoretical aspect in jutsu scrolls for i wont always be here to draw it out for you" his grandfather finished with a serious look.
yuto gave him a firm nod, he knew it wouldn't do him well to complain about the regimen considering how lucky he was to even be given any training at all. not only was his grandfather a jonin war veteran, he had a self developed kinjutsu style.
"come I'll show you to your room" he said.
"I'm staying here"? yuto asked in surprise.
"of course, the only reason you stayed in that surprisingly clean apartment was because of how long my travel was from the fire capital" his grandfather said in a obvious tone.
he was a little surprised but never the less followed his grandfather towards his new room.
"here you are" his grandfather said.
yuto was shocked at the sheer size of the room. the room was bigger than his kitchen and living area combined, not to mention the luteous white covers and curtains. yuto crouched down wiping a finger across the ground looking at his now dirty finger.
"looks like I'm in for some cleaning" yuto said.
"nonsense, the cleaners should be over shortly" his grandfather said in a prideful tone.
yuto raised an eyebrow at that but brushed it off as rich laziness. he would have the house smelling like lavender whether his grandfather liked it or not.
"come, ill show you the private training quarters in the back" his grandfather said matter of factly.
yuto felt like his grandfather was showing off at that point. having a two story home, no.. estate and a private training ground in his back yard.
yuto walked with his grandfather curiously wondering his head around as they walked. he also couldn't help but think how well things were going for him after just five days in this new world.
yuto snaped out of his thoughts as him and his grandfather finally arrived to the back yard. it was a wide array of space with a ruff terrain standing out from the greenery on the outside of its parameter. he looked at his grandfather confused as he seen his grandfather rolling up the sleeves of his long white kimono and walking towards the middle of the grounds.
"come my boy, show me were you are in your training" he said in a demanding tone.
yuto snapped out of his surprise and walked towards the field with a determined look. he stood across from his grandfather as the older man looked down on him.
"come on attack me" his grandfather said.
yuto spat at the ground entering a fighting stance.
he frowned seeing his grandfathers hands behind his back.
yuto paid it no mind and charged forward thrusting his hand out for a palm strike to the stomach. the older man swiftly countered lifting his leg placing his knee in the strikes path. there was a loud smack sound as yuto's palm was stopped by the knee. yuto spent his body in the opposite direction lashing out with a spinning backwards head kick. the older man rolled away from the kick and crouched down. the older man kicked one of his legs out from the ground delivering a brutal kick in yuto's gut sending him flying backward. but right before yuto's body left the older mans space, he spat a chakra powered glob of spit at the older man.
the older man quickly leaped over the ball of spit with lighting quick reflexes. yuto frowned seeing his attack fail, his back finally impacted the ground dragging across it after the devastating kick.
"i see, no wonder you weren't as chatty, using the time to gather enough spit in your mouth"
"while its utterly disgusting it has potential" his grandfather said.
yuto pulled himself off the ground and spoke "are you seriously going to fight me with out using your arm".
"I'm afraid so, right now your currently so weak that i have the pleasure to do so, despite only having one arm". he said.
yuto frustrated, charged towards his grandfather again.
later....
yuto sat on the steps to the back door patio sipping on some lemonade with a straw.
He looked over seeing his grandfather didn't even break a sweat. He frowned realizing the difference between a jonin and a academy student. It reminded him of when kakashi effortlessly defeated team 7 during the bell test.
All this served for was to make him even more worried about entering the shinobi feild. He knew if he came across one jonin even if he had his jonin sensei he'd probably be killed seeing that his sensei will be forced to suppress their destructive power with genin around. If the enemy targets the genin his sensei will be forced to protect them and fight off the enemy simultaneously. And that will only work for so long before they fall into an enemy trap.
He shuttered realizing the difference in strength between him and a jonin, hell even a chunin would wipe the floor with him in under half a minute.
Yuto Stood up slipping off his shinobi sandals before entering the house, he frowned seeing the dirt under his toe nails yet again. He placed a mental note to buy some shinobi combat boots in the future (He never dose this by the way).
Yuto walked into the house noticing shiny floors. he set his cup down on the kitchen counter and went off to go wash up.
After leaving the shower, his hair still damp he walked into the living area seeing his grandfather sitting on his knees at a ground level table.
"Come boy sit" the older man said.
Yuto sight sitting down as well.
"You'll be waking early tomorrow, I've already devised a proper training regimen"
"Since your quite under developed, youll need to eat and get some meat on those bones"
Yuto just listened and nodded parting his long locks to the side and cleaning his ears with a qu tip he got from who knows we're. His grandfather frowned seeing this.
"Must you ajust your appearance every second, it's either the hair, the nails, or the skin with you" the older man said with a disapproving look.
"i wont be this young forever and proper maintenance is not homosexual".
his grandfather grunted "just be at the training field at 5 AM" he said before standing up and walking off.
yuto wasn't concerned about the time, he'd stayed un into the night studying 4 years of material and still made it out the bed in the morning. his unwavering will to survive and some of the work already being done by the previous yuto helped him become content with the new world. he was still a coward, he was better at hiding it though. but it was obvious by his fighting style he didn't care about taking damage ass long as they were in as much pain as he was. he knew the only way to gain his confidence was to prove to himself that he could be dangerous too, even if it meant putting the life he treasured so much on the line. part of him wished he could go back to high school in his current body and beat those bullies into the ground, 10 year old or not.
he finally went back into his room, he had the same pajama set he had on when he woke up in this new world. he was getting nostalgia just looking at the light blue two piece pajama set. he took his long black hair out of his pony tail, throwing the rubber band on the ground and he plopped on the bed making a snow angel with the folds of the white covers.
his grandfather happened to walk by the opened door as he caught sight of yuto's antics. a smile graced his lips as he continued to walk past the room.