Dear Diary, I’m OverpoweredEntry #5 – August 2nd, Year 11 After War“Jonin Dads, Fireballs, and Hand Signs are Hard”

  Dear Diary,

  Okay, I know I say this a lot—but today was nuts.

  Guess who showed up to train us today?Takeshi’s dad—Senju Daigo.Yeah, that Daigo. Former Jonin, current living legend, walks around like he’s permanently mid-battle and smells like burnt sandalwood and discipline. The guy’s basically a walking scroll of scary stories. I’ve heard kids in the vilge whisper that he once knocked out a rogue ninja by flexing too hard. Probably not true. But after today? I kinda believe it.

  Anyway, the moment he walked into the clearing, Takeshi stood straight like he was about to be knighted.Meanwhile, I was half-asleep from my usual morning waterfall screaming practice.

  Daigo crossed his arms and said, “Takeshi. Asta. Time to begin formal training.”Formal?! Since when was anything we did formal?!

  Turns out… this was serious.Lesson one: Hand signs.Yeah. Those finger-twisty, seal-forming, chakra-channeling things ninjas do before blowing everything up.

  Takeshi immediately asked him, “Is this how Naruto became Hokage? Through mastering all the hand seals?”Daigo actually smiled. That alone almost made me fall over.

  “Naruto mastered more than hand seals. He mastered himself. But yes… hand seals are the foundation. Even for legends.”

  Then he turned to me and said, “You too, Asta. Pay attention.”

  …Pay attention.Me.To finger yoga.

  I tried, I really did. But those hand signs? They’re like puzzles for people with fingers made of wire. Ram, tiger, ox, boar—WHY ARE THERE SO MANY ANIMALS?! I kept twisting my fingers wrong and nearly sprained my thumb trying to do the Horse sign.

  Takeshi? Nailed it. All twelve basic seals. Then he did them backwards. Showoff.

  Daigo watched him with a proud look and said, “Try the Fire Release: Fme Burst.”Takeshi nodded, stepped forward, focused… and BAM.

  Mini fireball. Real jutsu. Real fmes. It singed the grass and even made a cool fwoosh sound.

  I was floored.Takeshi looked back at me with that “did you see that?” smirk.I did. And I wanted to punch it. But also high-five it.But mostly punch it.

  Then came my turn.

  Daigo said, “Try molding your chakra into your lungs. Shape it with a water nature if you can.”

  I inhaled deep, locked my fingers into the most accurate “Boar” sign I could manage (I think it was just “Cw” but whatever), and tried to pour water chakra through my body.

  Result?Nothing.Well, not nothing. My stomach gurgled. My nose dripped. A frog leapt out of the river and gave me a dirty look.But no water jutsu.

  Daigo nodded, completely unfazed. “Your chakra flow is wild. Unrefined. Your reserves are massive, but untrained. That’s why we begin chakra control exercises tomorrow.”

  He said it like a death sentence.Takeshi was already sitting in meditation pose, smug as ever.

  Meanwhile I was in the background trying to remember which hand sign wasn’t Tiger.

  Still, I’m not mad. I’m actually kinda fired up.Because now I get it.

  I’m not the smartest. I don’t have perfect control. I’m not Yuno.But I’ve never needed perfection.I’ve got heart. Instinct. Insanity. And lungs built for yelling through failure.I’ll get it eventually.And when I do?No leaf, log, or fireball kid’s gonna stop me.

  End of EntryAsta doodled himself making random hand signs while yelling “WATER RELEASE: PANIC MODE!” and Takeshi sighing in the background.