Two figures—one large, one small—circled the perimeter of Konoha Village in near-perfect sync.
Sweat streamed down **Haruki's** young cheeks as his small breaths broke the morning air. His clothes were soaked through. But even so—he kept going. Not once did he stop. Not once did he rest.
One lap.
Two laps.
Three... all the way to **five**.
And still—Haruki didn't lag behind.
**Might Guy**, running just behind him, had cycled through curiosity, into astonishment, and was now fully stunned.
> (How...? He's just a... a three-year-old?)
No—this couldn't be normal.
The kid wasn't just enduring. He was moving with incredible discipline. This level of stamina far exceeded any other child Guy had ever seen.
If the boy chose to pursue taijutsu for real...
> (He could surpass me.)
Eventually, they reached Haruki's home—a rather lavish estate near the village's edge. As Haruki stopped in front of the gate, he turned and waved lightly over his shoulder.
> "See ya tomorrow, Big Eyebrows."
With a grin, he vanished inside.
Guy's expression froze.
> "Double pupils… That must be the Uchiha kid I heard about."
He'd heard the stories—about a young boy born with strange, doubled Sharingan. Some labeled him a mutation. Others—an aberration of the bloodline.
But now?
Guy had seen something else.
> (That kid's got fire. He's built for this.)
Guy hesitated a moment longer before he ran off, lost in thought.
—
That night, Haruki returned to the training ground after dinner, then went to bed early.
The next morning—like clockwork—he was up and running again.
This time, he completed **seven laps**.
Again, Might Guy joined him.
And again, **neither said a word**.
—
Seven days passed like this.
Every morning, Haruki was out early, circling Konoha. With each lap, he grew faster, more agile, more efficient. On the seventh morning, Guy finally broke the silence.
> "Hey, little guy," he said, jogging up beside him, "what's your name?"
He already knew it.
But for Guy, this was about respect—it was the appropriate way to open a conversation with another runner.
> "Uchiha Haruki," the boy said, not breaking stride.
> "Nice name!" Guy gave him a thumbs-up with a gleaming smile and ran alongside him.
Awkward silence resumed... until Guy couldn't hold it anymore.
> "Haruki… Would you like to learn taijutsu from me?"
His voice was clear, honest.
He had seen enough. This child had the mindset, physicality, and heart to follow the path of raw martial discipline.
With proper guidance, Haruki could become Konoha's top taijutsu user.
Haruki slowed slightly, turning to glance at him with narrowed, skeptical eyes.
> "Learn from you...? What can you teach me?"
His tone was deliberately doubtful.
Truthfully, learning from Guy had always been in Haruki's plans. But *teasing a reaction out of him was part of the fun.*
Guy lit up.
> "I'm Might Guy—Konoha's Fierce Green Beast! I'm one of the village's top physical combat instructors! If you train with me, I'll teach you everything I know!"
His muscles flexed. His eyes shone with honest pride.
> "Everything?"
Haruki's gaze locked on him again.
> "Yes. Every single move in my book," Guy nodded solemnly.
> "Then show me something right now," Haruki replied. "A technique. A method of training. Let's see if you're worth following."
Guy's grin widened.
> "Follow me!"
—
He brought Haruki to a quiet grove near the edge of the village—simple benches nestled in leafy shade, where old villagers usually rested during the day.
But for Guy, this was a training ground.
> "Taijutsu is fierce, yes," he began, "but it's not only about pushing your body."
Haruki listened closely.
> "Recovery is as important as execution. And that's where special chakra control comes in."
Guy knelt in the dirt, face serious.
> "Today, I'll teach you something that sustains your training: a refinement method called the **Soul Condensation Technique**."
Haruki arched a brow.
> "Soul Condensation?"
> "Yes. This method lets you guide chakra through every cell in your body. It warms and heals the tissue from within—helps you recover from fatigue and even gradually enhances your endurance."
> "What?"
Haruki stared, genuinely intrigued now.
> (A recovery technique that stores chakra... in the cells?)
> "That's right," Guy went on. "The best part? It lets the body act as a *reservoir*. Not just storing chakra in the dantian—but across the entire system."
He showed Haruki the movements.
How chakra flowed from the core. How it divided. How it enriched the limbs, the joints, the core muscles. How to focus the energy through slow redistribution until the fatigue tapered off.
Haruki followed closely.
As soon as he imitated the method, he felt it—that inner warmth radiating gently through his muscles.
> (This method is real.)
His body, which had been exhausted just moments earlier, began to feel rejuvenated. Sweat dried. Breath steadied.
> "This… could change everything."
Holding out his hand, he triggered his **double pupils**.
And he saw it.
A faint shimmer of chakra was coating his body—woven through his cells like a net. His own chakra, no longer just centralized—but dispersed, circulating freely.
> (Incredible. Normal chakra control focuses everything on the dantian... but this…)
> (Now I can reinforce my entire body.)
But just as he grew pleased—he frowned.
> (Wait… why aren't my pupils absorbing this chakra like usual?)
His eyes had always drawn in chakra heavily—but now, it was flowing through his flesh instead.
> (Can I store pure chakra in my body now? Like a mobile dantian?)
For a moment, he imagined it: a body filled with stored chakra across every inch—unstoppable.
Then he paused.
> (No… That energy isn't stable yet. It's scattered. Unrefined. If I fought with this configuration, it'd probably leak and vanish mid-battle.)
He'd need better chakra mastery to make this sustainable.
But for a beginning… this was more than enough.
For the rest of the day, Guy guided Haruki through his core taijutsu techniques. Under his guidance, Haruki learned the **Konoha Senpū**—the Leaf Hurricane!
By sunset—
Haruki was already executing it with near-perfect form.
Guy was stunned.
> "He's… memorizing everything as soon as he sees it…"
No hesitation.
No retakes.
Haruki's body recorded every movement. His double pupil eyes even allowed him to internally replay and analyze techniques in slow motion.
> (No one… no child ... should be this fast.)
Finally, Haruki dusted off his hands, standing beneath the fading light.
> "So is that all?"
> "What!?"
> "If that's everything you have to teach me, I'll leave."
Guy staggered slightly.
> "I—what!? No! That's not all!"
His head spun.
Haruki had mowed through *everything* Guy had prepared for a month of beginner training.
> (This kid will reach my level in a year at this rate…)
—
📝 **Author's Note:**
If Haruki learns this quickly... what happens when he faces actual high-level ninja?
📕 **End of Chapter 11**