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Chapter 2: Instincts and Control
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The days dragged on in a blur of intense smells, loud sounds, and new sensations. Kiba no longer got scared by his own crying or by the weakness of his tiny body. He had accepted the situation. There was no going back, so the focus was elsewhere: squeezing every possible advantage out of this new life.
'Youth again… chakra… a clan with potential. I'm going to use every single second.'
He spent most of his time lying in the makeshift crib, made of soft, warm furs. While his body rested, his mind worked. The first training he set for himself was simple but essential: **fine finger coordination**.
He moved his tiny fingers with all the concentration he could muster. Flexing, stretching, rotating them one by one, trying to perform coordinated sequences. It was slow. Painful. The muscles were still weak and uncoordinated. But he repeated it without stopping.
'If I can master this now, in the future I'll be able to seal jutsus much faster. Faster hands mean faster reactions. Survival.'
The second training was even more dangerous: **feeling and manipulating chakra**.
He could already feel something. A hot, wild energy pulsing inside his small body — something completely new for a human who had never had chakra before. It felt like a sleeping animal in his chest and belly. With extreme care, he tried to guide it toward his arms, his legs, circulating it slowly. He never tried to circulate it to his head or expel it outward. Not even a drop.
'I'm not an idiot. If I mess up and release uncontrolled chakra, I could end up depleting my already tiny reserves. I'm still a baby. Better to be cautious — I don't want to die early.'
He was patient. Calculating. Every movement was planned for the future he already knew.
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On a hot afternoon, Tsume entered the room. Her steps were light but firm. She picked him up with one arm, lifting him against her chest with natural ease.
"You're so quiet…" she murmured, almost to herself, never imagining he understood every word. "You don't cause any trouble at all. Your little sister was a tiny tornado when she was a baby. She cried, thrashed around, wouldn't let me sleep a single night. You… you just stay here, watching everything."
She let out a low, tired laugh, but one filled with genuine relief.
Kiba remained quiet in her arms, his small face pressed against her warm skin.
'Perfect. The fewer problems I cause now, the more freedom I'll have later.'
Tsume sat down in a wooden chair and opened part of her clothing, exposing her full breasts. As soon as he latched onto the nipple with his mouth and began sucking hard, Tsume let out a soft, involuntary moan.
"Hmm…"
She bit her lower lip for a moment, her fingers gently pressing against his back as he sucked greedily. Another soft moan escaped when he pulled with even more intensity, trying to get as much milk as possible.
"Like that… slowly, little wolf…" she murmured, her voice husky.
He didn't stop. He devoured with monstrous hunger, sucking hard and rhythmically. Every drop was precious. Every gulp meant nutrients, energy, accelerated growth.
'I never get tired of this part of being a baby. These two juicy melons are my only joy in this world.'
While Tsume continued letting out soft, low moans with each stronger suck, he kept his mind cold, circulating chakra internally with precision. His small body fed with voracity, moving his tiny tongue in a disturbingly fast and accurate way.
Tsume stroked his head distractedly, breathing a little heavier.
'If I'm going to live in this hell… then I'll live it my way. And I'm going to take full advantage of it.'
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End of Chapter 2
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