Chapter 16 - New Skill
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Character Profile-
Name: Hatake Miblade
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Chakra Count: 1923 (which is basically ninja-speak for “I’m practically a walking battery!”)
Chakra Attributes: Wind, Fire, and Thunder (because apparently, he’s a natural disaster waiting to happen!)
Main Skills: Transfiguration, Clone, Duplicate, Fireball, Wind Barrier, Steel Flash, Konoha Swordsmanship (70% learning progress), Flagwood Swordsmanship (73% learning progress), Feitian Imperial Swordsmanship (17% learning progress), Eye Writing Round (one gou jade can be upgraded with 60% progress), Sunflower Acupuncture Pointer (Chunin rewards 0% learning progress)
After devouring an absurd amount of food at dinner—enough to make a sumo wrestler reconsider his life choices—Mi Blade announced he was “done,” promptly collapsed into bed, and proceeded to enter a three-day hibernation that would make a bear jealous.
When he finally woke up, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and he felt like he’d just completed a ninja-level training montage—without the training part. Seriously, he had the kind of sleep that would make even the laziest ninja proud.
Rubbing his eyes like a toddler waking from a nap, he opened the system panel he hadn’t checked in what felt like ages. To his surprise, it flashed a bright new skill:
“Sunflower Acupuncture Hand!”
“Wait, what?” Mi Blade exclaimed, scratching his head in confusion.
“Is that a ninja technique or a gardening tool?” he pondered aloud, visions of planting flowers while performing jutsu dancing in his head. He remembered watching the Wulin Biography as a kid, a low-budget sitcom where the hero, Bai Zhantang, was more famous for his silly antics than actual martial arts.
“Bai Zhantang? The guy who fights with puns and slapstick? Sign me up!” Mi Blade declared, suddenly enthusiastic. If there was anything he loved more than food, it was the idea of turning ninja battles into a comedic routine—who needs stealth when you can throw a rubber chicken at an enemy, right?
His excitement surged as he imagined himself in battle, dramatically yelling, “Fingers like a gust of wind, and power like lightning!” before inadvertently knocking himself out with a stray punch. Smooth move, genius, he thought, picturing his own face colliding with the ground like a failed ninja landing.
“I didn’t know Shinobi skills came with sitcom rewards!” he mused, a goofy grin spreading across his face.
“What’s next? Do I get a laugh track when I do a jutsu?” He chuckled at the thought of a studio audience erupting into laughter every time he attempted a cool move, complete with a sitcom opening theme.
He pondered whether there were rewards for doing other things around the house. Like, if I clean my room, will I unlock a new jutsu called the ‘Dust Buster Technique’ or something equally ridiculous?
He could just imagine his mom praising him while giving him a high-five, and then poof! “Congratulations! You’ve leveled up your cleanliness skills!”
As he glanced at his other skills, he noticed Konoha Swordsmanship and Flagwood Swordsmanship both proudly boasting over 70%. “Wow, I’m practically a sword master!” he exclaimed, puffing out his chest with a swagger that would make even the coolest ninja blush. But then he squinted at the Feitian Swordsmanship, still stuck at a sad 17%.
“Did I forget to water that one?” he wondered aloud, genuinely contemplating whether it needed a little encouragement.
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The answer was glaringly obvious: he hadn’t practiced it since receiving the award.
“I mean, I’m only six! If I suddenly became a legendary swordfighter, the villagers might start expecting me to take out the trash like a ninja superhero.”
He grimaced at the thought, picturing himself donned in full ninja gear, dodging garbage bags instead of enemies.
“Definitely don’t want to become the kid who gets interrogated for being ‘too good’ at swordsmanship,” he muttered, envisioning himself being dragged into a torture chamber, surrounded by villagers with suspicious expressions, as they shouted,
“You’re too talented! Spill your secrets!” He could practically see the spotlight shining down on him as he sweat-dropped under the intense scrutiny.
He sighed, contemplating his situation. “But hey, the Sunflower Acupuncture Hand sounds like a blast! Martial arts that convert into chakra? This is going to be epic!” The image of himself throwing flowers instead of shurikens filled him with determination.
With a determined look in his eyes, Mi Blade thought, Let’s get practicing! And with that, he jumped up, ready to become the world’s first six-year-old acupuncture ninja—hoping that it wouldn’t involve any actual needles. Ninja skills and gardening? Who knew being a shinobi would come with a side of horticulture?
The Ninja World isn’t lacking in acupuncture, but let’s be real—the Hyuga clan is like that overachieving cousin at family gatherings who can’t stop boasting about their accomplishments.
You know the type: the one who brings their gold medal from the “I’m the Best Ninja” Olympics and can’t stop showing everyone their “cool” jutsu.
Sure, they might be the second-largest family in Konoha, but their acupuncture techniques? Pfft! They’re basically the knockoff brands you find in discount stores.
“Let’s look through our fancy Byakugan and poke you until you stop using chakra!” It’s like a game of “pin the tail on the ninja,” except instead of a tail, it’s your chakra flow, and instead of fun, it’s just plain embarrassing!
In contrast, martial arts acupuncture doesn’t need any fancy eyes—it’s all about precision! Just find the right acupuncture point and zap! You’ll have a ninja who can’t stop crying like they just watched a heart-wrenching drama, or even worse, one who’s laughing so hard they can’t take the battle seriously anymore.
Some acupuncture points can unleash tears like you just binged a series of sad puppy videos, while others can make you laugh so hard you forget you’re in a life-or-death duel.
“Did I just get stabbed, or is that the funniest thing I’ve ever seen?” And let’s not even get started on the points that can cause instant death—they really took “death by a thousand cuts” and turned it into a reality show called “Survivor: Ninja Edition.”
So naturally, Mi Blade thought, “I should definitely learn acupuncture! How hard could it be?” With the Hyuga clan living next door, he figured he was practically enrolled in the world’s easiest acupuncture class. “It’s either that or join the local knitting club, and I’m not ready for that level of commitment just yet!”
With his mind made up, Mi Blade hopped up, splashed his face with water (almost mistaking the soap for a jutsu, “Soap Release: Cleanliness Technique!”), brushed his teeth while practicing his fiercest battle stance in the mirror, and gargled like he was preparing for a grand performance at a ninja talent show.
After all that prep, he sat down to a breakfast fit for a six-year-old ninja: a mountain of pancakes drenched in syrup and a side of fruit that looked like it was auditioning for a food commercial. “Today’s the day!” he declared dramatically, ready to seize the day with the kind of vigor only a child fueled by sugar could muster.
It was another day full of potential—and who knows? Maybe he’d master the art of acupuncture and learn how to make someone cry or laugh with just a well-placed poke!
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"Kakashi, you got any plans today?" Mi Blade asked, eyeing his brother as he geared up like he was about to take on a legendary boss monster in a video game.
"Not really, just heading to the training ground to practice my swordsmanship," Kakashi replied, adjusting his gear with the seriousness of someone preparing for an epic showdown, completely forgetting he was still just a kid who had homework due next week.
Mi Blade groaned dramatically. "Dude, it’s a break day! Why are you treating it like it’s finals week? Chill out before you sprain something other than your pride!"
"But..." Kakashi glanced over at their dad, Sakumo, who was casually sipping tea as if he were at a Sunday picnic instead of a ninja training ground.
Kakashi felt the weight of being the “eldest son of the family” pressing down on him like a boulder, hoping his dad would notice his efforts—preferably without needing to grab a tissue.
Sakumo, reading Kakashi’s thoughts like a seasoned ninja detective, smiled warmly and started undoing Kakashi’s protective gear. It was like watching a ninja dad unravel the worries of his overachieving child.
“Your brother’s right, Kakashi. Even ninjas need a break. Besides, you’re doing great—go outside, throw a shuriken, or I don’t know, take a nap! Play with your brother for once."
Kakashi tried to act cool but ultimately surrendered to the inevitable.
"Okay, Dad..."
He ditched the ninja armor and switched into his “cool casual mode,” which for him meant the same outfit, but with slightly less angst and a lot more freedom to breathe.
Just as the two brothers were about to head out, Mi Blade stopped, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face like a cat plotting to knock over a vase. “Hey Dad, just so you know, Kakashi’s got a fan! A ten-year-old girl who’s totally into him—”
Before Mi Blade could finish his sentence, Kakashi yanked him out of the yard faster than you could say “Chidori,” leaving Sakumo behind, practically glowing with pride.
“That’s my boy!” he mumbled to himself, wiping away an imaginary tear like a proud parent at a graduation ceremony.
Once they were a safe distance away, Mi Blade broke free from Kakashi’s grip, fuming. “What’s your deal? Why’d you drag me out like that?”
Kakashi was practically blushing under his mask, which was a feat in itself. “How could you tell Dad that?! It’s so embarrassing!”
Mi Blade rolled his eyes with the dramatic flair of a seasoned actor. “What’s wrong with that? You’re practically married already! Everyone knows you’re the school heartthrob.”
“Yeah, well, why don’t you go tell Dad how many girls liked you back in class, huh?” Kakashi shot back, crossing his arms defensively.
“I didn’t stop you from bragging!”
Kakashi was not having it. He refused to be painted as some kind of ninja Casanova, and being all shy about girls wasn’t helping his tough-guy image one bit. So, in a bold attempt to change the subject, Kakashi raised his palm and, with a flick of the wrist, zap—a chirping sound filled the air like a poorly tuned radio.
“This is Chidori! You slept through the whole lesson yesterday, but Dad taught me this advanced A-rank ninjutsu!” Kakashi boasted, feeling like a true ninja rock star.
Mi Blade blinked at him, utterly confused. “Huh?”
“Chidori!” Kakashi repeated, showcasing the sparks flying from his palm like he was auditioning for a superhero movie.
“Chidori? What’s a bird got to do with anything?” Mi Blade scratched his head, looking as baffled as a cat staring at a cucumber.
“Chidori!” Kakashi insisted, pointing to his glowing palm, now shimmering with lightning chakra.
“A thousand? A thousand of what? Spoons? Ninja swords?” Mi Blade furrowed his brow in mock confusion.
“Chidori!” Kakashi was getting desperate now, his voice reaching a pitch only dogs could hear.
Mi Blade squinted, pretending not to see the literal electricity crackling right in front of him. “Where is it? Is it hiding behind that tree or something?”
Kakashi, now exasperated, thrust his hand in Mi Blade’s face with all the dramatic flair of a stage actor. “It’s right here! How are you not seeing this?!”
Mi Blade just shrugged, feigning ignorance. Finally losing his cool, Kakashi released the technique in frustration, his chakra draining faster than the last slice of pizza at a party, leaving him panting like he’d just run a marathon.
“Well, that was electrifying!” Mi Blade quipped, snickering at his brother’s misfortune, knowing full well that this day was only going to get more ridiculous.
"You tricked me...," Kakashi gasped, leaning against the nearest wall like a defeated anime hero after the climactic final battle, complete with dramatic hair ruffling.
Mi Blade just patted him on the back with the casualness of a mentor who’s seen it all. “What did you expect? Show-off techniques don’t impress me. Let’s head to school and see what the others are up to.”
Kakashi grumbled in defeat, his pride as deflated as a balloon after a birthday party. “Fine,” he muttered, shuffling his feet like a kid who just got told they can't have dessert before dinner.
They arrived at the Ninja School, where the younger students were still trapped in their classrooms, practicing basic jutsus while probably daydreaming about snack time—or plotting a rebellion involving lots of snacks.
“Looks like they’re still in class,” Kakashi noted, staring at the empty playground like it was a scene from a prison break movie.
“The great escape has been postponed!”