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Kaito told the truth, and I confirmed it with a prediction. The reason for the huge imbalance was the spirituality that the potions provided for me. They affected the chakra, causing a serious distortion. I thought about contacting doctors who could accurately predict my condition and suggest solutions. However, he soon abandoned this idea.

My knowledge of the chakra was modest, but I understood that physical energy is directly related to the level of development of the body. My current set of exercises clearly did not meet the required load level and could not help the body develop equally with the spirit. This meant that I needed more extreme training. It was difficult to handle this on my own, and I decided that the help of an experienced instructor would make the task much easier.

After some thought, I decided to try to find Maito Guy. His reputation as an outstanding coach who started training from an early age inspired confidence. Guy probably knew the right set of exercises for my case. Lying on the bed, I spent a fortune-telling session trying to find out the location of Maito Guy. The attempt was unsuccessful. Then I asked a simpler question: is Guy in Konoha? The answer was no.

Slightly frustrated, I began to think about alternative solutions. Obviously, it was possible to wait, but it was necessary to understand if there are other ways to restore the balance of chakra and physical energy?

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17:05 — The subject hurried home after receiving the news. Along the way, he did not come into contact with others. No signs of anxiety or anxiety have been recorded. Presumably, the target is not going to ask for help.

17:20 — The target arrived home. He broke the usual routine: he immediately went to the bedroom. He closed the door, lay down on the bed, and after a few seconds drifted off to sleep. Chakra readings are normal, no abnormal fluctuations were detected.

17:28 — The subject woke up, sat on the bed and began sorting through the books on the shelves. The actions were quick and purposeful. Presumably, he was looking for specific information.

17:40 — The subject left the house and went to the library.

17:55 — In the library, the object selected literature related to anatomy and irenjutsu. The choice of books indicates an attempt to study the state of the body or find ways to correct the imbalance of the chakra. The actions were consistent and did not arouse suspicion from others.

18:30 — The subject returned home with literature and immediately began to study it. High concentration was recorded: the subject took notes and periodically deepened into thought.

19:15 — No deviations in the behavior of the object were recorded, a slight violation of the regime. I continue to observe.

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There are no full-fledged references to this anomaly. There is only general information about the imbalance of the chakra, but there are no specific recommendations for correcting such a strong imbalance. However, I found some interesting points. For example, with age, the level of physical energy naturally increases, and its growth also depends on the body's ability to recover. The Senju and Uzumaki clans have an increased level of the entire chakra, which is partly due to their high physical energy. If cell regeneration is improved, it will directly enhance the production of physical energy.

To achieve this, I need to start creating the Hundred Seals technique. Which requires a high level of chakra control, which I am unable to achieve due to the imbalance. This is not an easy task and turns the whole process into a vicious circle. Well, we'll have to wait for Maito Guy's return.

It's been a week since Kaito tirelessly reminded me of the importance of my decision. We were at the Academy's training ground, an open space with a pair of wooden mannequins and sparring circles.

—Seiji," his voice sounded clear and sharp, like a blow to a mannequin, "do you understand that you can't put it off any longer?" Your indecision may cost you too much.

Kaito stood nearby with his arms crossed over his chest. His figure seemed monolithic, and his gaze, directed at me, pierced right through.

I nodded lazily, without taking my eyes off the markings on the ground.

—I understand," I said, reaching for the back of my head with forced nonchalance. — I'm just not sure if I should transfer yet.

His eyebrow twitched slightly, barely noticeable, but enough to convey annoyance.

"The longer you hesitate, the greater the risks,— he said dryly, stepping closer.

I took a deep breath, trying to buy a few seconds, and finally looked up.

"Maybe I should think about it a little more," I drawled, as if ignoring the hidden tension in his tone.

Kaito hesitated, staring at me intently, but he didn't push me anymore. He turned around and walked away, leaving me among the markings and wooden dummies. This conversation took place at every meeting. I knew I couldn't delay, but Maito Guy still hadn't arrived. All that remained was to continue training with the others, hiding the inner tension.

Night had fallen on the village, and the air was cool. The dim light of the lanterns picked out the outlines of the houses, casting long shadows on the walls of the corridor. I had just entered my apartment after training, closing the creaking door behind me, when I felt a sharp signal of spiritual intuition. In a split second, there was a barely audible sound overhead, as if something had shifted in space.

Instinctively, I rolled forward, hearing a body land behind me. The creaking of the parquet floor under the feet of the uninvited guest confirmed my fears. He didn't hesitate: I caught the movement—a short step forward, fast and precise.

Without wasting any time, I folded my hands into false seals, instantly changing from a paper figurine left under the bed. When I got to the kitchen window, I saw the glass in front of me. The chakra gushed into my hand, and with one blow I broke the barrier. A gust of night air hit my face as I jumped outside, grabbing a kitchen knife along the way.

For a moment, in the dim light of the moon, I noticed him. Animal mask, black anbu cape. In his hands is not a weapon, but a bag. When he saw me, he abruptly raised one hand to his mask, the other darted to his belt. I managed to land on the balcony as he disappeared.

The sound of the wind behind my back. Shunshin. I jumped over the railing into the street, barely managing to regroup when I felt the intuition signal again. He appeared behind me, his fingers already reaching out to grab me.

The reaction was automatic: the hands formed another disguised seal, and flames burst out. I broke free of his grip, moving into the kitchen of the apartment next door. I jumped out of the stove fire, landing on my knees.

My gaze darted to my former place. The blade of the knife flashed in the moonlight crossing the kitchen window. A moment later, the knife flew towards the Anbu. He knocked him down with a kunai and, without wasting time, threw the weapon back.

I barely dodged, feeling like a sharp blade sliced through the air. He grabbed the nearest frying pan, turned it like a shield, and prepared for another attack. At that moment, the screams of the residents began to rise, first irritated, and then frightened. The man in the room was trying to shout something, but I was only focusing on Anbu.

He didn't attack. For a split second, our eyes met through the broken window. A calculating coldness flashed in his eyes, after which he disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

The apartment dweller grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, his eyes wide with anger and fear. Only then did I realize that the stranger was missing.