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The Hokage sighed heavily, folding his hands on the table. His gaze was intense, as if he was trying to break through my defenses and penetrate deep into my thoughts.

—Seiji,— he began, without taking his eyes off her, "I've been counting all your actions that night. And that's what we get.

He raised his hand, fingers flexing one at a time.

— The first one. A broken window in the next apartment. Damage to other people's property.

— The second one. Illegal entry into someone else's apartment.

— The third. Throwing a knife through a window, which can be interpreted as an attack.

— The fourth. Using fire in someone else's room, the risk of setting fire to someone else's apartment

He lowered his hand, but did not lean back. On the contrary, he leaned closer to make his voice softer.

— And this is only what we can confirm. Can you tell me what happened?

"I was attacked," I replied, instantly

The Hokage narrowed his eyes.

"Attacked?"

- yes. A man in an Anbu mask and a black raincoat appeared in my apartment. Without warning.

"Anbu?" His tone became even stricter. "Are you sure about this?"

"An animal mask,— I said. — Black coat, no identification marks. He had a bag in his hands, but I still didn't understand what exactly he wanted.

The hokage leaned back, interlocking his fingers, and silence reigned in the office for a moment. Then, as if thinking aloud, he said:

"We'll figure it out." But if it really was an Anbu, how did you manage to escape?

I straightened up, trying to look calm, and answered:

— I used a substitution technique.

His eyebrows rose slightly, and his gaze became more attentive.

"Substitution?"

—Yes,— I said. — Kawarimino Jutsu.

The Hokage leaned forward slightly, his tone changed to one of interest.

— Have you mastered it?

"I know all three basic techniques,— I replied calmly. — Substitution, cloning and reincarnation.

"Show me,— he said shortly, straightening up.

I stood up, feeling his gaze on me, and folded my hands into seals. The arms moved smoothly, changing from one shape to another, until the latter activated the technique. My body disappeared, and in its place appeared a chair that stood in the corner of the office. I appeared a meter away from my previous position.

The Hokage nodded approvingly.

"Impressive." What about the others?

Without answering, I moved on to the next technique. My hands quickly formed a new sequence of seals, completing the cloning technique. An illusory clone appeared next to me, which exactly mimicked my movements.

—Not bad,— Hiruzen remarked, carefully examining the clone before it disappeared.

I lowered my hands, took a short pause, and folded the General Seal. A moment later, my body changed, taking on his appearance. I even reproduced the interlocked fingers, sitting like him at the table.

The Hokage chuckled and then nodded as I took off the technique, returning to my normal state.

—Okay, Seiji. Very good. How's your theory?

Roughly understanding what he was driving at, I decided to answer honestly.

— I would say, not bad. I don't know the high school curriculum, but I've learned the theory this year and last year.

We were in our second month of school, and I had mastered so much information thanks to potions. Although, theoretically, persevering people could achieve the same thing.

— What do you think about graduating from the Academy early? If you can fend off the Anbu, I think you're good enough to be a genie.

I thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons before answering.:

— I have a problem with my chakra and lack of physical fitness. Kaito-sama said that I have a four-fold preponderance of spiritual chakra. I think it's worth solving this problem before obtaining genin status.

There was no surprise in his eyes. Strangely, he seemed to be used to such speeches. Perhaps the experience of dealing with different personalities or the nature of Itachi and Kakashi's character made my manner of communication quite normal for him.

Hiruzen looked at me thoughtfully, and then called the ninja with one short gesture. A few seconds later, a man in a white coat entered the office. His face was covered by a mask, leaving only his attentive eyes visible.

—This is Shigeo,— the Hokage introduced him. — Sensor and medic. He'll check your condition.

The medic nodded slowly and motioned for me to come over.

"Relax and let me concentrate," he said in a flat voice.

I sat down on a chair, stretched out my hand, and Shigeo put his palm on it. The warm chakra gently flowed towards me, leaving a feeling of light vibration. The man closed his eyes, concentrating, and I watched his expression, trying to guess what he would find.

After a few minutes, he took his hand away, opened his eyes, and bowed slightly to the Hokage.

"The diagnosis is confirmed,— Shigeo began. — He has a significant preponderance of spiritual chakra. Physically, the indicators for age are still elevated, but the problem with the balance of the chakra will severely limit its potential if measures are not taken.

I took advantage of the pause:

— If they allow me more time for physical training, I think I can compensate for the shortfall.

The Hokage didn't answer right away, just furrowed his brows. His silence lasted long enough for me to feel a slight tension.

—Okay,— he finally said. — Let's try. But I warn you: the training will be extreme. Agree?

—Yes," I replied without hesitation.

He looked at me carefully, as if assessing the seriousness of my answer, and then nodded.

"Come back tomorrow after class. I'll introduce you to your new instructor.

I got up, bowed, and left.

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When I opened the door of the Hokage's office, the first thing that caught my eye was a bright green suit sparkling in the morning sun shining through the window. The young man stood straight, his arms were crossed over his chest, and his smile shone as if he saw the greatest opportunity of his life in front of him.

"This is Maito Guy," the Hokage introduced him, with a faint smile.

Guy stepped forward, his movements sharp and energetic. He held out his hand to me, as if he was going to convey all his enthusiasm through a handshake.

—Young Seiji! His voice sounded like every word was a challenge. — You will be my ward this week, and I will make you Konoha's most determined Shinobi!

I shook his hand politely.

—Nice to meet you, Guy-sensei,— I replied, trying not to show how much his energy unsettled me.

After exchanging pleasantries, to which Guy added gestures and pathos, we left the office. Outside, he stopped at the training ground, folded his hands behind his back, and stared at me intently.

—Hokage-sama said that you have a problem with chakra balance,— he began, suddenly becoming serious. — The only way to fix this is through relentless training. and before we start training. It is necessary to understand what we are dealing with. Therefore, I will first assess your physical condition. Strip down to the waist and stand up straight.

I followed the instructions, feeling the cool air touch my skin. Guy began the examination: he asked me to bend my arms, check the flexibility of my joints, the endurance of my legs, and the strength of my grip. Then he asked me to do a series of simple exercises: a few squats, lunges, lifting my knees to my chest.

His gaze became more and more focused as he assessed my body.

— You have good natural abilities, and I see that you have developed independently. But We will have to strengthen your physical fitness to balance your condition. This means endurance, strength, and flexibility training.

He paused and continued:

— You will train twice a day. In the morning before the academy, to wake up the body. Then — after lunch until late in the evening to strengthen it and adapt it to the loads. I'll make up a training program, but you have to be ready to give your best. Let's start with the warm-up. Three hundred push-ups.

I sat down, took a lying position and started. Guy immediately joined me, doing push-ups twice as fast. His score sounded like a drum roll in my ear.:

— One! Two! Three! The spirit of youth requires dedication!

On the thirtieth repeat, my muscles started to burn, but I clenched my teeth and continued. His voice wouldn't let me stop.

After the push-ups, he stood up, wiped the sweat off his face, and pointed to the path.

— Now it's running. Fifty laps around the training ground. Don't just run, but work on your breathing: inhale deeply through your nose, exhale through your mouth. This will help strengthen the control of the chakra.

I started running, and he followed me, from time to time telling me how to improve my technique. When I finished the laps, he gave me a minute to rest, then we moved on to rope jumping.

Guy, watching me, began to explain:

— Your nutrition is also important. Breakfast — rice, eggs, vegetables. Lunch is meat rich in proteins. Dinner is light but nutritious. I'll give your teacher the list of dishes so he can keep an eye on you. This will give the body everything it needs to recover from training.

By the end of the class, his muscles were burning and his breathing was heavy, but Guy was smiling wider than ever. His voice was firm:

—You can handle it, Seiji. Your real development will begin this week.