Naruto: A Shinobi’s Burden

Chakra is a mixture of physical energy, present in every cell of the body, and spiritual energy acquired through experience and time.

Once created, it can be circulated through the body with the guidance of hand seals via the 361 Tenketsu (Pressure Points) in the body.

By manipulating and transforming chakra in specific ways, you can create extraordinary effects, such as walking on water, spitting fire, and creating illusions.

This is, in essence, what chakra is and how it is generally used in this world.

However, that doesn't mean this is the end. Later in the series, it was shown that there are more complex ways of "transforming" chakra.

Such as Kekkei Genkai and Kekkei Tōta, which also demonstrate that manipulating chakra through hand seals is just the beginning.

With enough time and practice, you can reduce the number of seals, going from 10 to 5 seals with proper discipline, using one-handed seals, or the most advanced form: no seals at all.

However, this has its difficulties. Manipulating and transforming chakra through the Tenketsu without hand seals is like trying to play a complex melody on an instrument without using your hands, relying solely on your mind.

Hand seals act like the notes on a sheet of music, guiding and channeling the energy so it flows correctly. Without them, it would require a level of control, concentration, and precision so high that only a few with extreme mastery of chakra could achieve it.

Although the difficulty of achieving this is sky-high, it doesn't mean no one has done it, like Tsunade or Sakura in the future.

By releasing large amounts of chakra through their fists or feet, they can achieve terrifying strength.

Unfortunately, this is all I currently know about chakra. I was never a big fan of Naruto in my previous life—I only watched a few episodes, and the rest of my knowledge came sporadically from short videos or some fanfics.

After a moment of contemplation, I got out of bed and began searching around my room.

After a while, I found a notebook inside a drawer in the nightstand next to my bed.

I grabbed the notebook along with the pen beside it.

I need to write down everything I know about the series before I forget. If things go well, I'll need this notebook later.

If things go wrong, then I don't need to worry, because I'll already be six feet under somewhere in the world.

I thought for a moment before starting to write.

In my previous life, I knew three languages: English, Spanish, and German. Combined with the Japanese that was naturally ingrained in my brain in this life, I now know four languages.

I decided to write my knowledge of the future using a mix of the three languages I knew from my previous life. This would ensure that even if someone found it, they'd dismiss it as nothing more than a child's scribbles.

However, I was cautious and made my handwriting a bit messy and loose. After all, there are geniuses like Kabuto in this world who deciphered the Uchiha tablet without even having a Sharingan.

I don't remember much about the anime, but I still know about some key future events.

Such as Orochimaru's defection, the Uchiha Clan Massacre, the Nine-Tails Demon Fox Attack, the Konoha Crush, and others.

Looking at the clock, it seems I spent a little over an hour writing, trying to detail some future events as accurately as possible. It would have taken less time, but let's say writing in three different languages isn't exactly easy.

After finishing my notes, I sat on the bed and crossed my legs in a butterfly position.

I could try to "awaken" my chakra on my own, but I'm not sure if it would pose any risks. It's better to wait for guidance from a Shinobi.

My eyes sparkled momentarily as I remembered something. I went downstairs to the living room and picked up a small piece of paper I had left there yesterday.

"Haruto…" I murmured softly, frowning slightly.

Well, it seems the problem of finding an experienced guide ended before it even began.

However, this could be an opportunity or a risk. I don't know how close the previous owner of this body was to Haruto.

Although considering that yesterday he only gave me a few words of comfort and a bit of "Will of Fire" for my young mind, he probably wasn't very close.

But before making any moves…

Growl

I need to cook something to eat. If I don't, I might not even make it to his house before collapsing from hunger.

Heading to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed some vegetables and two eggs.

I chopped the vegetables, poured oil into the pan, mixed the eggs, added salt, waited a bit, and served them with the vegetables.

It wasn't a gourmet meal, but I think it's quite complete. Proper nutrition is crucial during these stages of body development.

After forcing myself to eat the squash, I finished my plate, washed the pan, utensils, and plate, then took a shower and brushed my teeth.

First impressions are the most important, and even more so for me now, considering I'm going to ask a stranger for his possible guidance.

After changing, I went downstairs to the living room and took another look at the flak jackets and headbands. I thought for a moment before taking them and placing them on the bathroom floor.

I went to the kitchen to grab a piece of paper and a glass lid, poured some oil on it, lit the stove, and set the paper on fire. Quickly, I ran to the bathroom and threw the burning paper onto the flak jackets.

It seems they're not exactly flammable, considering how slowly they burned.

The flames reflected in my eyes as I watched intently, waiting for the last remnants of my "parents" to turn to ash.

This was necessary. Although the chances of my "parents" being revived later through some technique are extremely low, the possibility still exists.

Even if that happened, they probably wouldn't recognize me, considering I'll be much older by then—assuming I even live to that age.

Either way, it's better to be safe than sorry. I don't want to face awkward situations in the future just because I wasn't cautious enough.

After a good while of waiting, only ashes and two half-burned metal plates remained.

I picked up the Shinobi plates and set them aside, then grabbed a broom and dustpan. I quickly cleaned up the ashes and threw them into a trash bag.

I didn't throw the plates away in case someone checked the trash and grew suspicious, though if you ask me, this amount of ash alone could raise eyebrows.

Furthermore, I grabbed the plates and put them in the living room drawer.

I picked up the trash bag and placed it by the front door. Later, I'll ask about garbage collection schedules—if they even exist.

I grabbed the paper from the living room, tucked it into my pocket, and headed toward the front door, on my way to my possible future "teacher."