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Before stepping into the ring, Gin paused.
A small, translucent window flickered in the corner of his vision, invisible to the crowd of aspiring ninjas and their hovering parents.
[Synchronization Progress: 1.2%]Tip: Significant feats of strength and the defeat of established warriors accelerate the integration of the World's Strongest Man.
Gin looked at the 1.2% and then at his small, soft hands. He'd spent months trying to blend into the wallpaper, convinced that "low profile" was the only way to survive Danzo's greedy eyes. But hiding was slow. Hiding was tedious. And frankly, playing the role of a shivering orphan was starting to bore him to tears.
If he wanted to reach the level where he could shatter the horizon with a tilt of his wrist, he couldn't just sit in the back of the class and eat crackers. He needed to be the mountain.
Fine, Gin thought, a sharp, predatory spark igniting in his eyes. If the system wants a show, I'll give it a premiere.
He straightened his posture. The "hunched orphan" look vanished, replaced by a relaxed, effortless grace that seemed entirely out of place on a five-year-old. He didn't just walk toward the center of the yard; he owned the space he moved through.
The Unmovable Object
The practice ring was a circle of dirt that, in Gin's professional opinion, was far too small for the ego he was currently unleashing.
He stood opposite the Akimichi instructor, a man named Daichi who looked like he'd been assembled from boulders and bad intentions.
"Come on, kid," Daichi chuckled, slapping his stomach. The sound was like a drum being hit with a sledgehammer. "Show me where that power came from! Just a little light sparring. If you fall, I'll buy you a bag of chips!"
Gin didn't tremble. Instead, he tilted his head back, a lazy, lopsided grin spreading across his face. He tucked his hands into his pockets, looking less like a nervous orphan and more like a bored king.
"Chips, huh?" Gin mused, his voice smooth and entirely too calm. "Make it the expensive spicy ones, and I might actually try."
Deep inside, the Tremor-Tremor power hummed. His body felt like the anchor of a battleship.
The Sweeping Disaster
Daichi blinked, momentarily thrown by the kid's sheer audacity. "Bold! I like it! Here I come!"
The Chunin moved. He threw a palm strike—the "gentle" kind used to push children over. Gin didn't even take his hands out of his pockets. He just shifted his weight by an inch, leaning into the strike with an expression of mild boredom.
THUD.
The impact didn't send Gin flying. Instead, a dull, heavy vibration rippled through the air. Daichi's hand recoiled as if he'd just slapped a mountain.
"Ow," the Chunin muttered, shaking his hand out. "Kid, what are you made of? Lead?"
"Just good posture," Gin said, winking. "You should try it."
Daichi laughed, though it sounded a bit strained. "Alright, let's try a sweep! Keep your balance, Gin!"
The Chunin's leg swung in a powerful arc. Gin saw it coming and didn't even bother to lift a foot. He just pulsed his chakra downward—a silent command to the earth to stay put.
CRACK.
A spiderweb of fractures raced out from under Gin's sandals. He didn't move an inch. Daichi's leg, however, bounced off Gin's shin with a sound like a baseball bat hitting a concrete wall.
"Agh! My shin!" Daichi hissed, hopping on one foot. "What kind of Earth Style is that?! You didn't even use hand signs!"
"Hand signs are so much work," Gin sighed, kicking a bit of loose dirt back into the cracks. "Besides, the ground likes me. We have an understanding."
The "Gentle" Counter
"Enough defense!" Daichi grumbled, trying to regain his dignity. "Give me a punch! Give me everything you've got!"
Gin finally took his hands out of his pockets, stretching his small arms until his joints popped.
"Everything? You're sure?" Gin asked. He took one step forward—a step that seemed to make the entire courtyard tilt.
He threw a simple, straight punch. No wind-up. No effort.
But as his fist traveled, a small, invisible ripple formed around his knuckles. The air itself seemed to groan.
BOOM.
The shockwave hit Daichi square in the chest. It didn't knock him over; it simply sucked the oxygen out of his lungs and sent a vibration through his bones that made his teeth rattle. The Chunin stood frozen, his eyes rolling back slightly, before he sat down very abruptly.
[Synchronization: 1.5%]The system whispered. A significant jump for a single strike.
The Aftermath
The courtyard was deathly quiet.
Gin didn't cry. He didn't apologize. He just brushed a speck of dust off his shoulder and looked at the lead examiner.
"Taijutsu... 10," the examiner stammered. "Attitude... Extremely concerning."
"I'll take the 10," Gin said, strolling back toward the line.
As he passed Kakashi, the silver-haired prodigy narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't Earth Style. What was that?"
Gin didn't even slow down. He just tapped his temple and flashed that same arrogant grin. "It's called 'vibing,' Kakashi. You should try it sometime. Might help with the mask."
Nearby, Might Guy looked like he had just found his messiah. "GIN! MY ETERNAL RIVAL! YOUR YOUTH IS RADIATING LIKE A SUPERNOVA!"
Gin groaned, his cool facade flickering for just a second. Great. I'm the strongest kid in class, and now I have a green-jumpsuited shadow. Totally worth the 0.3% boost.
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