[Fuki]
"The hell is she doing now...?" Ami interrupts your quiet tea break to mumble, staring off to the side with a scowl.
You turn your head to look yourself, taking in the scene.
That adult Jounin from the other day blitzes past fast enough that there's a strong breeze left in his wake. Not unusual, except for three points. First, Jounin don't usually bother to travel at street level. Too many ordinary people getting in the way. Second, he's running on the tips of his index fingers, entire body ninety degrees to the ground. Third, he is trailing rainbows behind him like a flapping flag.
"Aaahahahaha!" his laughter booms, as Mio and another girl sitting in piggyback sprint up behind him. "If you want to get in close, you'll have to run a little faster than that!"
"I don't want to do this any mooore!" the unknown girl... Hyuuga, from a different class, you notice now that they've closed in.
"You didn't want to do this to begin with!" Mio cheerfully rebuffs, a declaration to the world about how little she cares, a savage sort of joy thrumming through every motion.
"And I still don't want tooo!"
A moment passes, and then you set your cup down with a quiet click.
Then you stand, lifting your training sword with a smooth motion as your stool clatters backwards.
"Fuki." Ami says.
"Running is healthy. Cardio." you say.
"No no no, don't get us involved-" Ami says, breaking out into a series of vulgar words as you move into a sprint.
It doesn't help. You run full out, at your top speed, for a solid fifteen minutes as your legs scream at you and sweat oozes out of your clothes, and Mio pulls further and further away. Then a leg gives out, sending you stumbling to the ground, and she disappears entirely.
You still hadn't even seen the Jounin, not since he first zipped past you. Ami comes to a huffing stop, squatting to gasp for breath. Sweat drips off your face and onto the ground.
Mio didn't even notice the two of your, as far as you can tell. And she outran you both while carrying the full weight of a second girl to slow her down.
Is she just that strong?
No. There are definitely stronger students than her. It's not that she's strong, but that you are weak.
The realization stabs into you like a knife, and it's a surprise that you're so surprised. After all, you train with a sword... if not religiously, then at least fairly regularly. Not... in any specific style, but in the basic strikes.
You're strong. Aren't you?
For a girl, and for your age. And leaving clan kinds and crazy-obsessive trainers out of the equation. Them aside, you're near the top of the class. Only if they are left aside from the scale, and ignored.
You're strong enough that you can go pick fights with older boys, and even win. ... Does that make you strong? No. It just means those boys are weaker. That's less of a surprise than it should be. They aren't trained at all, after all. They're all going into other jobs, or don't have a plan for their future at all.
You are stronger because you've had more training. Similarly, the clan kids, the genin... they are stronger than you because they've had more training.
Your hand closes into a fist, clawing sand out of the ground.
"What are we doing...?" you say aloud.
"Running after the exercise freaks like a pack of idiots while our tea gets cold." Ami sighs.
"No... We're being left behind. Because we can't keep up." You say, struggling to your feet. "We need to train more."
"Huh? Oh, come on Fuki, are you really going to... hey, that tea is the good stuff too, are you going to waste...? Aw man..." Ami complains, grumbling as you pick up your sword.
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Your everything is sore, and you're flopped across a public bench as Gai gives a gratifying thumbs-up and tooth ping, then disappears.
You groan quietly for a few minutes, then heave yourself up to a sitting position.
"So. What have you got?" you ask Saki, pointedly.
She sighs, rubbing her forehead.
"A headache." she answers, stiffly.
"I meant that I can use." you clarify.
"I don't know, okay? That genjutsu is... ridiculous." she grumbles. "You know I shouldn't even see it? Passive effect of the Byakugan. And it's still sunsets and rainbows and flocks of doves and the open ocean whenever he feels like it."
You wave your hand for her to continue on, and she crosses her arms in a huff, forehead wrinkling in deep thought.
"... As far as I can tell, he wasn't doing anything, either." she admits. "... I think. Maybe? There was... one unusual thing."
"Yeah? Hit me." you say.
Saki decks you full in the face, sending you sprawling across the ground.
"Figuratively." you clarify, clawing your way back up again. "Inform me of what you noticed."
"Well... excess chakra vents out from the body and disperses into the environment." Saki says, scratching the back of her neck. "Civilians don't train their chakra, so it's a small but constant amount. Ninjas, though... we use a lot, and so it seldom really fills up all the way to where it starts spilling over. Usually. But Gai... I'm not sure, but I think he was deliberately venting, whenever I was close enough to see?"
She shakes her head, though.
"I don't know why, though. Maybe one more crazy training limitation, reducing the chakra he has available? Once it's been vented it isn't like it can still be used, after all."
Huh...
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