The routine had settled into Jerry's bones.
He woke before dawn, dressed without hesitation, and moved through the mansion as if guided by memory older than this life. The training room greeted him with quiet familiarity—cool air, reinforced floors, walls that absorbed sound and intent alike.
Jerry stood at the center.
Closed his eyes.
And listened—not outward, but inward.
His breathing slowed. His body aligned. The subtle current beneath his awareness stirred faintly, responding to discipline rather than demand.
He began as he always did.
Stance.
Movement.
Balance.
Each motion deliberate, stripped of excess. No chakra manipulation yet—only physical alignment, repetition, and restraint. The academy drills were monotonous by design, and Jerry respected them for it.
Minutes passed.
Then more.
And then—
Something changed.
Not within him.
Around him.
Jerry's foot paused mid-step.
The air felt… occupied.
He opened his eyes.
A man leaned casually against the far wall of the training room, arms folded, posture loose as if he had always been there. White hair spilled down his back in an untamed cascade. His clothes were simple, worn, practical. His eyes—sharp, amused, deeply knowing—were fixed squarely on Jerry. But he is like a ghost, a see through.
Jerry did not flinch.
He did not shout.
He did not reach for power.
He simply exhaled.
"You're not part of the room," Jerry said calmly.
The man grinned. "Good. That means you're paying attention."
Jerry straightened. "You're Jiraiya."
"Last I checked," the man replied. "And you must be the kid who decided not to self-destruct on day one. I appreciate that."
Jerry studied him carefully.
"You're here," Jerry said, "but only for me."
Jiraiya's grin widened. "Looks that way. To everyone else, I'm nothing. No sound. No presence. Just a bad idea waiting to happen."
Jerry nodded once, accepting it without resistance.
"Are you here to train me?" Jerry asked.
Jiraiya tilted his head, considering. "Eventually."
Jerry waited.
Jiraiya's expression shifted—not losing its humor, but gaining weight.
"Before we do anything," Jiraiya said, "there's a conversation you need to have."
Jerry's eyes narrowed slightly. "With whom?"
Jiraiya glanced toward the doorway.
Jerry followed his gaze.
Alfred.
"I was going to," Jerry said.
"Good," Jiraiya replied. "Then you're smarter than most people with power."
They sat in the study later that morning.
Jerry did not mention Jiraiya's presence. To Alfred, nothing appeared different—only that Jerry seemed… resolved.
"Alfred," Jerry said, setting his tea aside. "I need to be honest with you."
Alfred looked up from his tablet. "That tone suggests you already are."
Jerry allowed a faint smile. Then it faded.
"There is something about me that doesn't fit this world's rules," Jerry said. "Not technology. Not enhancement. Something older. Something internal."
Alfred did not interrupt.
"It's an energy," Jerry continued. "I can feel it. Control it. Train it. With enough mastery, I'll be capable of things that defy physics, biology, and logic."
Silence followed.
Jerry did not rush to fill it.
Alfred adjusted his glasses slowly. "When did you discover this?"
"In the hospital," Jerry replied. "I collapsed because I ignored my limits."
Alfred nodded. "That explains much."
"You believe me," Jerry said quietly.
"I believe you," Alfred corrected. "Which is sufficient."
Jerry's shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.
"There's more," Jerry said. "My training won't resemble anything normal. I will grow stronger faster than expected. I may disappear. I may do things that no rational explanation can justify."
Alfred stood and walked toward the window, hands clasped behind his back.
"Your parents believed that preparation mattered more than reassurance," Alfred said. "They also believed that secrecy, when chosen carefully, protected both sides."
He turned.
"You intend to help people," Alfred said. Not a question.
"Yes."
"And you are not asking permission."
"No."
Alfred nodded once. "Then you have my support."
Jerry met his eyes. "You're not afraid."
"I am," Alfred said calmly. "But fear has never stopped me from standing beside you."
That mattered more than approval ever could.
Jiraiya watched the exchange from the corner of the room, unseen.
When Alfred left, Jiraiya nodded slowly.
"Well done," he said. "You didn't posture. You didn't beg. You didn't hide."
"I owed him truth," Jerry replied.
"You owed him trust," Jiraiya corrected. "You gave it."
Jerry glanced toward him. "That was necessary?"
"Absolutely," Jiraiya said. "Heroes who isolate themselves from everyone become monsters—or martyrs. Neither lasts long."
Jerry considered that.
"What happens now?" Jerry asked.
Jiraiya stepped forward.
"Now," he said, "training begins."
The first sessions were brutal in their simplicity.
Jiraiya did not introduce new techniques.
He disrupted Jerry's existing routines.
"Again," Jiraiya said, as Jerry lost balance during chakra control under fatigue.
Jerry reset.
"Again."
Jerry failed.
"Again."
Sweat soaked through his clothes. Muscles burned. Focus wavered.
Jiraiya did not raise his voice.
He didn't need to.
"You're thinking too much," Jiraiya said. "Control isn't dominance. It's cooperation."
Jerry adjusted.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Progress came in increments so small they were almost insulting.
But it came.
At night, Jerry collapsed onto his bed.
Exhausted.
Not broken.
This continued for a month with his training and the sphere's leaking also gave him many boosts like constant increase in his chakra amount and clarity in his vision. His already genius IQ increasing steadily and also his emotional preception increases with each sphere integrating into his blood.
By the end of the week, Jerry's chakra control had stabilized under stress.
His movements were cleaner.
His reactions faster.
Still human.
Still limited.
But undeniably progressing.
Jiraiya smiled one evening as Jerry completed a drill without error.
"Congratulations," Jiraiya said. "You've crossed into true Genin territory."
Jerry nodded, breathing hard.
"And this," Jiraiya added, "is where most people quit."
Jerry straightened. "I won't."
"I know," Jiraiya said. "That's why I'm here."
Jerry looked at him.
"Tomorrow," Jiraiya continued, "we begin shaping you for the kind of world you're stepping into."
In his room, Jerry closed his eyes before Jiraiya and opened inside his mindscape with Jiraiya standing before in the same place as before in his mind.
The spheres pulsed faintly every passing minute and leaking into his mind informing them that the bloodlines are intergrating into him steadily.
Still not merging completely.
Steady but restrained.
Jiraiya stood beside him there as well—real and unreal all at once.
"Don't rush them. The doors and the bloodline spheres. Don't rush it. Let them flow naturally. If you force it, it might damage your mind without any remedy." Jiraiya said, following Jerry's gaze.
"I know. I won't. Don't worry." Jerry replied.
"Good," Jiraiya said. "Because when they do integrate…"
He trailed off.
Jerry didn't ask.
Some truths were meant to arrive on their own.
He opened his eyes.
Tomorrow, training would continue.
And it would not stop.
Alfred POV:
Young Master is training everyday which is very concerning but he is not breaking his limit that would hurt him permanently.
It seems like he is training with a purpose.
When Master Jerry asked me to sit down with him to talk about something important, never thought he would reveal that he has powers.
Usually people asking to talk like this would just come out of the closet but this is new and frightening.
It isn't frightening that he has the power, it is a relief that he has 'chakra' according to Master Jerry.
It is frightening on what would happen with the politicians, militaries and corrupt officials when he starts helping people with his powers.
Let's wait.
Be Supportive.
And help him when necessary.
Life has been so difficult for him for the past few years with the Master Reacher and Misses Reachers Death.
Him doing everything to keep things going as his Father would have.
Him colapsing was the last straw I need. But he acknowledges the stupidity on the things he did to exhaust himself and does things different now.
This is different from his behaviour before. This exhaustion is different. But not hurting.
Good.
Will have to talk to him once he thinks he is ready to help people.
Have to ask him if he will be like a CEO helping people or like the Capt. America hero or the new rising and J. Jonah Jameson favourite 'Menace' "Spider-Man.
No Matter what he decides, I'll be there for him.
That is my promise to his parents and to him.