Chinatsu, still feeling the lingering soreness from her earlier "Youth Training" with Might Guy where she had pushed her Lightning Release: Body Tempering to its limit slowly pushed herself up from the ground and opened the plastic bag he had left behind.
Inside, as expected, was a bright green Might Guy-style training bodysuit.
The size… was completely unreasonable.
Not quite Might Guy's exaggerated proportions, but also not anywhere near her own slim frame. It looked like something designed for someone who lived entirely inside the concept of "青春 (youth)" rather than human anatomy.
Chinatsu stretched the sleeve outward with a blank expression and compared it to her arm. The sleeve extended far beyond her wrist.
"…Too long."
Might Guy, still nearby doing one-handed push-ups while occasionally switching to handstands like it was normal breathing, immediately turned and gave a thumbs up with sparkling teeth.
"Oops! A little big? No problem! If you can't wear it this year, wear it next year! If not next year, the year after! Youth has no limits!"
Chinatsu stared at him.
There was no logical counterargument that could survive this philosophy.
She sighed internally. Not wear it this year… not wear it next year… not wear it in three years… was there an option called never?
Guy leaned forward with that terrifyingly sincere "expectant" look, eyes shining like he was about to open all Eight Gates emotionally.
Chinatsu gave up.
"…Thank you."
She accepted the green bodysuit reluctantly, already considering whether it could be repurposed for Naruto and Sasuke's punishment training.
Naruto/Sasuke (in her imagination): "YOUTH!!!"
Chinatsu immediately rejected that timeline.
Too loud. Too embarrassing.
After a while, Chinatsu finally stood again, her body having recovered through her unusually fast chakra regeneration something she had noticed after their sprinting duel. Meanwhile, Might Guy had already completed several hundred push-ups, then transitioned into leg stretches without breaking rhythm.
Guy… was different.
Unlike elite clan geniuses like the Uchiha or Hyuga, Might Guy had no talent for ninjutsu or genjutsu. Even in the Ninja Academy system, he would have been classified as below average. A shinobi closer to Rock Lee's future situation pure taijutsu, pure effort.
But he never stopped.
Because the Eight Gates existed as a forbidden taijutsu technique that bypassed chakra limitations entirely, allowing a shinobi to force open internal chakra restraints at the cost of tearing the body apart.
Guy's father, Might Dai, had once proven even a "genin" could rival elite jonin under that power.
And Guy… refined it further.
Hard work was not just his philosophy it was his weapon.
Chinatsu opened her mouth slightly, as if about to ask something.
Eight Gates.
She considered it.
But then she closed it again.
It wasn't compatible with her current path. Between Sharingan evolution, her Mangekyou abilities Kotoamatsukami and Replication and her already unusual chakra traits, adding a self-destructive taijutsu system would complicate everything.
"…Not necessary."
She turned away.
"It's getting late. I'm leaving."
Guy immediately stopped his exercise and waved energetically.
"See you tomorrow! Youth continues even in separation!"
Chinatsu didn't respond.
She left.
The streets of Konoha were unusually quiet.
Because earlier, she and Might Guy had sprinted across multiple blocks using full-body chakra reinforcement and Eight Gates acceleration bursts, rumors had already spread among civilians about "green and lightning ghosts" appearing in the village.
Housewives, who normally dominated morning "battlefields" like market stalls and food discounts, were now cautious, whispering about strange movements in the air.
Chinatsu walked calmly through the familiar routes.
Left turn, right turn, the blacksmith shop ahead, then the flower shop near the corner.
Even with her eyes half-closed, her memory of Konoha's layout had become precise due to repeated movement training with Guy.
Then voices interrupted her thoughts.
"Take this, Ino!"
"I'm not afraid of you! I'm stronger than you!"
Chinatsu opened her eyes slightly.
Ino Yamanaka and Sakura Haruno were engaged in what could only be described as a very low-level ninja "sparring argument."
Since her earlier casual comment "Sasuke likes strong women" both girls had clearly taken it seriously.
Ino had improved noticeably. With the backing of the Yamanaka clan, she had access to basic mental technique training and support from her family's sensory ninjutsu lineage.
Sakura, however, remained largely unchanged. As a civilian-born kunoichi, her growth relied entirely on self-discipline and academy training. Unlike clan heirs such as the Hyuga or Uchiha, she lacked structured inherited techniques.
Chinatsu watched for a few seconds.
No chakra circulation refinement. No tactical coordination. Just emotional competition.
"…Not interesting."
She walked past them without stopping.
Back at the Uchiha residence.
Naruto and Sasuke were not training today.
Instead, both were sitting with scrolls and academy textbooks spread in front of them.
Chinatsu blinked.
"Studying?"
Naruto groaned instantly.
"Ughhh! What is this?! I can't understand anything! It's worse than chakra control training!"
Sasuke frowned slightly but remained focused.
"Final exams are coming. We can't rely only on combat training."
Naruto scratched his head violently.
"I'd rather do Shadow Clone training all day!"
Chinatsu sat down beside them casually.
"Becoming Hokage requires passing exams too, you know."
Naruto froze.
"…That's unfair."
Sasuke snorted.
"Idiot."
Naruto continued suffering through his books like it was a genjutsu.
Chinatsu leaned back slightly, watching them.
Time had passed.
Almost a year since she first arrived in this world.
At first, everything had been chaotic ANBU interference, Danzo Shimura's surveillance, Kumogakure missions, stolen techniques like Vacuum Blade and Vacuum Wave, accidental encounters with Jiraiya and Might Guy.
Now…
It was stabilizing.
Her mind drifted forward unconsciously.
Danzo Shimura… neutralize.
Orochimaru… monitor.
Akatsuki… interrupt early.
Nagato… correct ideology.
Obito… break delusion.
Madara… seal.
Kaguya… prevent resurrection.
Then peace.
"…That's a lot."
She pressed her forehead.
Too many future problems stacked together like S-rank missions.
Then a worse thought emerged.
What if Shippuden ends… and Boruto starts?
Chinatsu's expression darkened instantly.
"…I need to stop thinking about that."
She exhaled slowly.
And somewhere in the future timeline, four years quietly passed.
Nothing major changed in those four years.
Konoha remained stable compared to the original timeline. Danzo's influence still existed, but Chinatsu's position within the system limited direct interference.
Naruto and Sasuke progressed steadily, reaching Chunin-level capability before even graduating the Academy.
Chinatsu herself changed too.
Strength increased significantly especially in chakra control, Sharingan efficiency, and replication ability using her Mangekyou left eye. Kotoamatsukami remained her highest-tier trump card.
Her appearance also matured.
From teenage growth into full beauty development enough that Konoha civilians often glanced twice when she walked past.
But one issue remained.
Height.
"…Only five centimeters?"
Chinatsu stared at herself in frustration.
Still barely above 1.6 meters.
At this rate, even Naruto and Sasuke would eventually look down on her physically.
She sighed dramatically, collapsing slightly onto the couch.
"…My authority is going to disappear…"
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