In The Walking Dead as Itachi Uchiha ?! (TWD)

I woke early, same as always.

Put on my training clothes: compression shirt, sweatpants, and strapped the kunai holster to my leg.

I arrived near the RV and started waiting.

After a couple of minutes, Amy stepped out.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

I looked over at her.

She had her boots on, jacket half-zipped, hair tied back. Eyes still a little tired, but focused.

"Morning. You ready?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah."

"Good, let's go." I turned and started jogging.

We began at a light pace.

Same path as before, past the RV, around the fence line, then down into the forest.

We reached the clearing a few minutes later.

She was a little winded, but not falling apart.

I stopped near the center and turned to face her.

"Now let's start with a warm-up."

Amy gave a small, breathless nod, then straightened up.

"Got it," she said, trying to steady her breathing as she stepped closer.

We started with light stretches. Shoulders, arms, legs.

Then moved into squats, lunges, and a few knee push-ups, as she couldn't do the full ones yet.

Once she finished the last rep, we moved straight into combat practice.

"Alright. Same drills as before to start, footwork and spacing. We'll add more once you settle in."

Amy gave a quick nod, wiping her hands on her pants, then taking out the kunai I gave her before moving into position.

I watched her go through the first set, stance, strike, retreat. Her rhythm was still off, but she was getting better.

"Get just close enough to strike the walker down. Any closer and you're risking getting grabbed by the others."

She adjusted her stance again and continued practicing.

While she repeated the steps, I stepped aside and began my own training.

Fifteen minutes passed.

I walked over to Amy while she was still practicing.

"Good, you're improving."

She looked up, catching her breath.

"Ready to try something new?"

She looked up, catching her breath, then gave a small smile.

"I'd like to try… if you think I'm ready."

I stepped in front of her.

"This time we'll go one-on-one."

Amy blinked.

"Wait—like, actually with the knife?"

I gave a slight nod.

" I'll show you what to do when a strike fails… or if something grabs you."

She hesitated, tightening her grip on the weapon.

"You sure?" she asked. "I don't want to actually—"

"You won't," I said. "You wouldn't even get close to actually hurting me."

Her eyes narrowed a little, like she wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or relieved.

We squared off.

She stepped forward and stabbed, aim decent, but slow, still hesitating. I moved inside the arc, caught her forearm, and locked her wrist tight in one motion.

She froze.

"Right there. You missed and now you're caught."

I clamped down a little harder.

"If something grabs you like this, pulling back won't save you. You have to break the hold."

I twisted her arm slightly, shifting the joint.

"Hit the elbow here, or drive your palm into the inside of their forearm. Hard enough, and it'll dislocate. Or the bone snaps if you angle it right."

I released her.

This is more for humans… but she doesn't need to know that right now.

"Try it again. And use everything to your advantage. If you have a spare weapon, use it. Use your body weight. Anything. But never freeze, counter it immediately."

She reset her stance and came at me again.

Still too slow. Still hesitating to hurt me.

I let her get close, then hooked her ankle with my foot and swept her to the ground. Just before she hit the ground, I slipped the kunai from her hand so she wouldn't stab herself on the way down.

She landed hard, groaning as she rolled onto her side.

I held the kunai in front of her face.

"You just lost your only weapon," I said. "In a real fight, that's the end of it."

She sat up, breathing harder now.

"I didn't mean to drop it—"

"It doesn't matter," I cut in. "Unless you're using it for something else, you never let go of your weapon."

I gave it back and stepped away.

"Again. Come with the intent to kill, or you'll be kissing the ground for the next hour."

She groaned and got up.

This continued for the next hour, her hitting the ground after almost every attempt.

Each time she hesitated, pulled back, or aimed too wide, I dropped her.

Over and over again.

Until finally, she snapped.

Her next strike came faster. No pause. No hesitation. This time, she actually tried to hit me.

I stepped back just enough to avoid it, letting her momentum carry through.

She stumbled, then dropped to the ground with a tired grunt.

"We can stop here for today," I said, watching her sweat-soaked form sink into the dirt.

She looked up at me.

"Did you enjoy this? Be honest."

I glanced down at her.

"Maybe a bit."

She groaned and dropped her head back into the dirt.

"Come on, let's go," I said, turning towards the path.

She didn't move right away.

"Give me a second, I think my soul's still catching up."

Eventually, she pushed herself up and jogged to catch up beside me, still brushing dirt off her arms.

"Tomorrow," I said, keeping my eyes ahead, "we find a walker. I want to see how you handle the real thing."

She glanced over, a little breath still in her voice.

"…You actually mean that? Like… an actual walker?"

"Yes. You need to get used to killing them, training alone won't cut it."

She stayed quiet for a moment.

"I'll be close," I added. "If something goes wrong, I'll handle it."

She nodded, slower this time.

"Okay…"

I glanced at her.

"And later today, Rick and Shane should be teaching us how to use guns, if they got everything set up with Hershel, so be there."

She glanced at me, then looked ahead.

"…Alright. I'll be there."

We returned to camp without saying much.

Amy peeled off toward the RV, muttering something about a shower and clean clothes.

I headed to my tent.

Changed out of the training gear, wiped the dirt and sweat from my skin, then stepped back out again.

Shane was nearby, talking to T-Dog by the truck.

I walked over to them.

"Did Rick or you talk to Hershel?" I asked. "About the gun training."

Shane glanced at me, then gave a short nod.

"Yeah. Rick handled it. We're good."

He folded his arms, tone even.

"We'll start after lunch. You in?"

I nodded.

"Good, T-Dog is about to go tell the others."

I gave Shane a short nod, then turned and walked off.

I headed towards the far side of the camp where Jenner had set up near an old workbench. The smell hit first, crushed herbs and smoke. When I reached him, he was hunched over a small pot, grinding something green into a thick paste.

He didn't look up.

"Burdock root, dried yarrow, and crushed plantain leaves. I'm trying to make something simple we can use to bring down a fever."

I stayed silent until he set the paste aside.

"Want to test the eye theory?" he asked.

I looked at him.

"Yes. While we're relatively safe, I want to try getting it under control."

He stood up, wiped his hands, and reached under the bench.

"Let's go somewhere more private, just in case."

Once the paste was sealed in a container, we moved out towards the woods. On the way, Jenner picked up stones of different sizes, dropping them into a small cloth bag.

When we were far enough from the others, he stopped and turned towards me.

"I toss, you track. And you tell me how many there were before they hit the ground."

"Got it," I said.

He tossed the first handful straight up, spread wide.

"Ten," I said before they hit the ground.

He nodded.

Another throw, this time lower. Giving me less time to count them before they hit the ground.

"Fifteen."

He grabbed a third set and threw them lower again.

"Seventeen."

Jenner smiled slightly.

Good. Again." This time, he just released them from his hands.

I tried to track them as fast as I could before they hit the ground.

Midway through the fall, something shifted.

My vision sharpened again.

Then I felt it fading.

I tried to hold onto it, pushed forward to make it last for longer.

A sharp pulse fired inside my brain, forcing my vision back to normal.

Jenner stepped closer.

"You okay?"

I nodded once, slower this time.

"Yeah… and I tried pushing it."

He studied my face.

"Don't overdo it for now. It could be that your brain can't handle the information you're receiving. Pushing it further might be overloading your system."

He started picking up the stones from the ground.

"First, you need to get a hold of the feeling. Maybe you can trick your brain into activating it, even just for a second. If so, you could start using it in short bursts."

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🧪 Author's Note:

Thank you all so much for the support — over 1,700+ power stones! You guys are insane.

Honestly… I'm regretting saying I'd drop another chapter today. I'm getting no sleep for it 😅

Now, a couple quick questions for you all:

🕶️ First, I saw a few people wanting the MC to become the group leader. That wasn't my original plan. I was thinking more along the lines of him forming his own squad, like a mini Anbu-style assassin unit, and becoming second-in-command, probably alongside Daryl. The idea was that he'd manipulate things quietly from the shadows and not step into the spotlight.

But I want to hear your thoughts:

➡️ Should the MC become the leader eventually?

➡️ Or stick to the original plan and build his own silent strike unit?

❤️ Second, about the romance…

Some people think the MC is too passive. But I really wanted to go slow with it — something realistic. Amy was supposed to start with a small crush, like the kind you get when you see someone hot and mysterious and want to know more. Then slowly start bonding.

So I'm asking:

➡️ Should I keep it slow?

➡️ Or pick up the pace a bit and let things heat up faster?

Also, just to be clear, Maggie is NOT in the harem. The MC would have to actively pursue her and steal her from Glenn, and I just don't see him doing that.

And as always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter. Your feedback means a lot and helps me improve every step of the way.

Thanks again for reading! 🖤