Dear Diary, I’m OverpoweredEntry #2 – Age 3 – “Parents, Paper, and Elemental Whaaat?”Date: Year 3 – Day 26(Still no calendar. I’m just counting days since I turned three.)

  Dear Diary,

  Today was weird. Like, “my new dad made a tree split in half by flicking his fingers” kind of weird.But before I talk about that, let’s back up.

  So yeah, I’ve got parents now. Not just any parents—Senju parents. Big name, apparently. Didn’t mean much to me until I saw how people bowed to my dad like he punched the moon. His name’s Senju Arata. Deep voice, stoic face, scars on both arms like lightning kissed him twice and he kissed back. Real chill though. Always says stuff like, “A strong tree grows slow roots, son.”

  I have no idea what that means, but I nod like I do. Makes him proud.

  My mom’s name is Senju Mito—not that Mito, not the red-haired legend dy. Mine’s better. She bakes these steamed rice balls with a weird leaf wrap that somehow tastes like happiness. She's got this gentle chakra aura that makes me sleepy when she hugs me. But when she gets mad? Oh, man. Chakra frying pan no jutsu. She doesn’t even hit me—it’s like her presence smacks you in the soul.

  Anyway, they told me I’d be going to the Ninja Academy when I turn five.

  FIVE.Bro, I barely know how to tie my own sandals in this world, and they want me to be a stealth killer by the time I can spell "kunai"?

  This world’s messed up.But also… kinda fun.

  Today, though, was the test day. Not like “can you read?” or “do you have any sense of bance?” (which I don’t, by the way).Nope. This was the chakra paper test.

  Apparently, you hold a piece of super-thin chakra paper and pour your chakra into it, and it reacts to your elemental affinity—like, what nature your chakra likes best.

  So there I was, all hyped up. I was hoping for lightning. Maybe fire. Something fshy. I was imagining fmes bursting from the paper like FOOSH, with Dad going “Whoa!” and Mom fainting with pride.

  Instead?

  The paper got wet.

  Just… wet.

  Like someone spilled water on it. It sagged and dripped and squished in my hand. No crackling. No sizzling. Just squish. And my parents were like:

  “Ah. Water nature. That makes sense.”

  MAKES SENSE?!How does that make sense?!I was the freaking Wizard King! I blew up mountains! I fought demons! And now I’m… a sponge?

  They said water users are adaptable, versatile, calm, and deep.CALM?I don’t even know how to spell “calm.”

  But you know what? Water crushes rocks. Carves canyons. Drowns fire. And hey—Noelle used water, and she was crazy strong. Okay. Fine. Water’s cool. I’ll take it.

  (But if I get the chance to learn how to explode stuff, I’m definitely learning that too.)

  Oh—get this. My cousin, Takeshi, took the test too. His paper caught fire, shattered, and then crumbled into dust. My mom said he has “fire and wind dual affinity.”Great.He smirked at me the whole time like I was a damp cloth.

  So now I’ve got a rival in this world too.Good.I need one.

  For now, I’m working on chakra control. Mostly trying to not sneeze and make the curtains explode again. I think I’ll start trying to mold water chakra tomorrow. Maybe make the air moist or something? I dunno how this works.

  Oh, also—I asked Mom what a Hokage is. She said it’s the strongest ninja in the vilge, the one who protects everyone....Sound familiar?

  I’m adding it to my goals list.Wizard King: check.Hokage: loading.

  See you ter, Diary. I’m gonna go meditate in the pond until someone yells at me.

  End of EntryAsta drew a little doodle of himself standing on top of a mountain made of water with a big "Hokage hat" on his head and muscles twice the size of his body.