Traveling Through Multiple Realms: The Supporting Character's Counterattack

Genma and Abel talked for a long time, then suddenly felt a daze in the space, knowing that the time had come.

See you next time!

After saying goodbye, they were sent out of the True Spirit Space.

……

Communication in the realm of the true spirit transcends the linear flow of time.

When Genma and Abel's consciousness returned to their respective bodies, only a moment had passed in the real world.

Genma suddenly sat up on the tatami mat; the moonlight outside the window was still cold and clear.

The encounter with his soul just now felt like an incredibly real dream, but the subtle changes deep within his body clearly told him that it was not a dream.

He subconsciously formed the simplest hand seal for refining chakra, and sure enough, he felt that the efficiency was much higher than during the day, and his body felt much lighter and stronger.

"Only today do I realize who I am..."

Genma clenched his small fist, muttering to himself, a confident smile beyond his years playing on his lips. "The world of Naruto, huh? Just you wait, here I come!"

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the thin mist outside the window had not yet dissipated, I heard rustling sounds coming from my parents' room as they got up.

In this life, his parents run a small sushi restaurant. To prepare the freshest ingredients, they always have to get up before dawn to work.

Soon, the soft sound of the door closing was heard, and the house returned to silence.

Genma opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of any sleepiness, only displaying an indescribable clarity and vitality.

He rolled out of bed with a nimble and agile movement than ever before.

Without any delay, he dressed simply, quietly opened the window, and like a nimble cat, climbed onto the roof.

Standing on the rooftop, the cool morning air rushed towards him, invigorating him.

He took a deep breath and began leaping and running across the rooftops.

His young body displayed extraordinary coordination and strength, and the distance between buildings seemed to him as small puddles, which he easily crossed.

He hurried towards the back of the village and saw many early-rising villagers already starting their day's work on the streets below, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a vibrant atmosphere of daily life.

Even more striking was the sight of two figures, one tall and one short, dressed in iconic green bodysuits, running at an astonishing speed, sweating profusely, as the sun rose on the road at the edge of the village.

Their loud, passionate voices could be faintly heard even from a distance:

"Burn, youth!"

"Yes, Father!"

It was Matt Day and his son Matt Kay.

Genma paused on the rooftop for a moment, looking at the two resolute figures, and a feeling of sincere admiration rose in his heart.

This kind of rigorous, almost self-torturing practice, day after day, requires not only perseverance but also strong conviction.

He gained a more intuitive understanding of the word "effort".

Without lingering, Genma sped up, and in a few leaps, he left the residential area and plunged into the familiar grove behind the village.

Deep in the woods, the air was exceptionally fresh, with only the sounds of birdsong and the babbling brook.

Genma found a relatively open spot and leaned against a large tree that would require several people to encircle.

He didn't start practicing immediately, but first formed a hand seal and focused on refining his chakra.

Sure enough, the process was several times smoother than yesterday. In my perception, although the energy was still weak, it was more solid and easier to control.

"Let's begin."

With a determined look in his eyes, Genma gathered his chakra at the soles of his feet and stepped onto the vertical tree trunk, following the method from the original owner's memories.

At first, he was a little clumsy, his body swayed slightly, and the output of chakra in his feet was not very stable. He lost his balance after climbing a meter or two and fell down.

But he was not discouraged at all. The powerful comprehension and exquisite control of chakra that came with the restoration of his soul came into play at this moment.

With each failure, he could immediately and clearly perceive the problem—whether it was due to excessive chakra output causing the adhesion to be too tight and making it difficult to take a step, or insufficient output resulting in insufficient friction.

He stopped, closed his eyes, and carefully savored the feeling, adjusting the even distribution of chakra in the soles of his feet.

When I tried again, the movements were much smoother.

However, after more than ten failures and adjustments, he was able to walk steadily on the tree trunk.

The progress has been nothing short of phenomenal!

In less than twenty minutes, he was not only able to walk on the trees as if on flat ground, but he even began to try running and jumping, nimbly moving between different trees.

This feeling was incredibly wonderful; I felt free from the constraints of the earth, as if I had transformed into a bird flying through the forest.

A surge of intense excitement almost burst through his chest, but Genma took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to shout.

"Climb the tree, pass the level."

He murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the babbling brook deep in the woods.

The next challenge is the more difficult water-treading training.

Compared to climbing trees by relying on suction, treading water requires more precise control of chakra. It requires an instantaneous burst of just the right amount of power to "hold up" the water surface, and its changes are far more complex than those on the tree trunk.

Genma arrived at the stream and chose a shallow area where the current was relatively gentle.

He carefully extended his foot, gathered chakra in the sole, and gently stepped onto the water's surface.

The first time, the chakra output was slightly hesitant, and with a "plop," the lower leg went into the water.

The second time, because he was too eager to succeed, he overexerted himself, splashing water everywhere and losing his balance.

But his eyes remained calm, without the slightest hint of impatience.

He carefully felt the sensation of the water flow, adjusting the rhythm and intensity of his chakra output, as if he were tuning a precision instrument.

After several failures, he found the trick again—chakra needs to flow naturally like breathing, adjusting subtly with the rise and fall of water, being both light and stable.

Finally, he stood steadily on the water's surface, the chakra beneath his feet forming an invisible support, and ripples gently spread outwards from his feet.

Then, he began to try taking steps, from being cautious to gradually increasing his speed, and finally he could even run and jump on the water. His movements became bolder and more fluid.

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light that illuminates the figure of a boy moving freely across the water.

Genma felt the faint yet burgeoning power within his body, and the joy of his ever-increasing control over himself. He was filled with unprecedented anticipation for his future path as a ninja.

"It's time to go back!"

As the sun fully rose, Genma left the woods and hurried home.

When Genma returned home, his mother, Keiko, had already prepared breakfast. Seeing him, she gently scolded, "Where have you been so early, child? Come and eat!"

"Yes, Mother!"

A family of three sat around the table having breakfast, a simple yet heartwarming scene.