The Academy rolled by like a calm summer breeze for Shinjo, despite the weather outside being anything but.
The child excelled in almost every field. Genjutsu was his strongest trait, found and shaped to their liking by the ANBU Sennin Miro. His talent at molding his chakra towards illusions and resiting them were supernatural. Rarely had a shinobi outside of the Uchiha clan ever had such a prowess within Kumogakure. He still wasn’t the levels that shinobi advanced ahead in the field were, but the boy was quickly catching up. Secondly was Taijutsu but with a favor towards the blade. Despite his harsh beginnings in killing his own father with the family heirloom sword, Shinjo picked up on how to actually use the weapon really fast. It wasn’t as simple for him as Genjutsu was, as it required actual learned skill, but his body seemed to be naturally built for it; very unlike the lumberjack bloodline he came from. Unbeknown to the teenager, there were rumors circulating with the higher ups on his true origins because of this. The weapon handed down in the Tsukinowa clan was said to only be used by someone who had a direct blood relation to the original swordsman; clan legend, anyways. His father was of the clan and was the last one the sword was legally passed down to…but, he wasn’t directly related. A cousin, at best. Shinjo also looked almost nothing like the pictures that remained of his old man. Some higher ups decided to start looking into his family tree once he started to make waves in the Academy, and now they had theories that Shinjo wasn’t the son of who he said he was. No one spoke of this to the teen, though, because according to his god-parents this was often a fight that came up between his late-parents anyways due to his father’s jealous nature; but they still defended the man.
Ninjutsu was the only thing he had even the slightest difficulty with. Despite being such a genius in everything else, Shinjo had yet to find a change in his chakra nature and could only use the most basic of techniques. Of course he could preform the Body Switch without difficulties, Transform, and so on. His real weakness, the one thing that held him back despite the ease in which he picked things up, was his stamina. Shinjo was cursed with a type of asthma that triggered in cold weather - a staple of mountain living. Where he excelled in his studies he failed in endurance. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to fix it himself, either. He had tried to circulate his chakra to keep his lungs warm, breathing exercises, and even some aromatherapy out of sheer desperation. Yet nothing seemed to fix it. It was like his entire body was perfect save his precious two little lungs.
As of late, it was starting to get to the kid too. He had rode a wave of outdoing everyone else for three whole months, nearly four. Now he sat in an endurance training class that was full of newer students or, like him, students who couldn’t get their stamina together despite the rest of their training. The shinobi-to-be was at least happy he wasn’t the only one who had problems. Then again, unlike the others, this was all that held him back. If he could just find even as single person capable of fixing his endurance problem, then he’d be ready to take the Genin exam and become a full-fledged shinobi. Missions, a pay, and eventually even his own place away from his overbearing godparents…the dream was within reach.
He just had one thing to fix.
[MFT]
The child excelled in almost every field. Genjutsu was his strongest trait, found and shaped to their liking by the ANBU Sennin Miro. His talent at molding his chakra towards illusions and resiting them were supernatural. Rarely had a shinobi outside of the Uchiha clan ever had such a prowess within Kumogakure. He still wasn’t the levels that shinobi advanced ahead in the field were, but the boy was quickly catching up. Secondly was Taijutsu but with a favor towards the blade. Despite his harsh beginnings in killing his own father with the family heirloom sword, Shinjo picked up on how to actually use the weapon really fast. It wasn’t as simple for him as Genjutsu was, as it required actual learned skill, but his body seemed to be naturally built for it; very unlike the lumberjack bloodline he came from. Unbeknown to the teenager, there were rumors circulating with the higher ups on his true origins because of this. The weapon handed down in the Tsukinowa clan was said to only be used by someone who had a direct blood relation to the original swordsman; clan legend, anyways. His father was of the clan and was the last one the sword was legally passed down to…but, he wasn’t directly related. A cousin, at best. Shinjo also looked almost nothing like the pictures that remained of his old man. Some higher ups decided to start looking into his family tree once he started to make waves in the Academy, and now they had theories that Shinjo wasn’t the son of who he said he was. No one spoke of this to the teen, though, because according to his god-parents this was often a fight that came up between his late-parents anyways due to his father’s jealous nature; but they still defended the man.
Ninjutsu was the only thing he had even the slightest difficulty with. Despite being such a genius in everything else, Shinjo had yet to find a change in his chakra nature and could only use the most basic of techniques. Of course he could preform the Body Switch without difficulties, Transform, and so on. His real weakness, the one thing that held him back despite the ease in which he picked things up, was his stamina. Shinjo was cursed with a type of asthma that triggered in cold weather - a staple of mountain living. Where he excelled in his studies he failed in endurance. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to fix it himself, either. He had tried to circulate his chakra to keep his lungs warm, breathing exercises, and even some aromatherapy out of sheer desperation. Yet nothing seemed to fix it. It was like his entire body was perfect save his precious two little lungs.
As of late, it was starting to get to the kid too. He had rode a wave of outdoing everyone else for three whole months, nearly four. Now he sat in an endurance training class that was full of newer students or, like him, students who couldn’t get their stamina together despite the rest of their training. The shinobi-to-be was at least happy he wasn’t the only one who had problems. Then again, unlike the others, this was all that held him back. If he could just find even as single person capable of fixing his endurance problem, then he’d be ready to take the Genin exam and become a full-fledged shinobi. Missions, a pay, and eventually even his own place away from his overbearing godparents…the dream was within reach.
He just had one thing to fix.
[MFT]