Dear Diary, I’m OverpoweredEntry #6 – September 15th, Year 11 After War“Tree Climbing, Chakra Bursts, and Sitting Still is the Hardest Jutsu”

  Dear Diary,

  I climbed a tree today.With my feet.Yeah, not hands. Not ropes. Not chakra-infused grappling hooks.

  Just me, barefoot, upside-down, defying gravity with pure willpower and a stupid amount of chakra.

  Well, okay—Takeshi did it first. Of course he did. Showed up early, already meditating by the tree like a tiny Hokage-in-training. I was still eating dumplings when Daigo-sensei showed up and said:

  “Today, we master chakra control. First drill: tree climbing without hands.”

  Naturally, I got excited.Naturally, I sprinted at the tree.Naturally, I kicked it so hard I bounced off and nded in a pile of thorns.

  Daigo sighed and said, “You need to mold chakra to your feet in steady amounts. If you use too little—you fall. If you use too much…”

  Boom.

  Tree exploded.Well, not the whole tree. Just the bark I stepped on. It blew off like a popped scroll. Birds fled. Leaves rained down. Takeshi tried not to ugh and absolutely failed.

  I tried again. And again. Six times.

  My feet either slipped, bsted bark off the tree, or froze the surface with moisture.Apparently, I have a natural water chakra coating now. That’s cool… unless you want traction.

  But around try number ten, something happened.I felt it.A steady hum under my soles, like chakra was stretching out and hugging the tree.I took two steps up before slipping, but that was progress, baby.

  Meanwhile, Takeshi? Halfway up the tree, one hand behind his back, probably humming theme music in his head.

  Daigo gave us feedback—short, sharp, but real.

  “Takeshi: steady control, but over-reliant on rhythm. Learn to adapt.”“Asta: instinctive burst chakra, but no moderation. You’re flooding the system.”

  I nodded. Kind of. Mostly I was dizzy from falling again.

  Then came Dad Time.

  After Daigo left, my dad, Arata, stepped into the training field. Arms folded. Calm. Terrifying. He pced a scroll in front of me.

  “Sit. Today, you memorize all twelve basic hand signs.”

  I blinked. “All of them? I can’t even remember which one’s Ox!”

  He didn’t blink. “Sit still.”

  And so began the hardest training of my life.

  Not running. Not climbing. Not screaming until rocks break.Nope. Sitting. Still. Memorizing.I felt like I was being punished by the universe.

  My legs cramped. My fingers got tangled.I kept switching between Dog and Bird and accidentally made the Snake sign when I sneezed.

  But Dad was patient.Every time I got it wrong, he made me repeat the sequence—not yell, not scold, just calmly point out the error.It was almost worse.

  And you know what?Somewhere between my hundredth “Ram → Snake → Monkey” combo and my fourth mental breakdown—I started getting it.Not perfect. Not instinctive.But in pieces, like puzzle parts finally sliding into pce.

  I still prefer instinct. My body knows how to fight. But my brain? It’s catching up. Slowly. Loudly. But surely.

  By sunset, I had two hand signs perfectly down.Tiger and Boar. My first chakra combo.I might’ve teared up. Just a little.

  Tomorrow, we go back to tree climbing.But I’m not just bringing feet and chakra this time.I’m bringing foundation.

  Because if I’m gonna become Hokage in this world, I need more than raw power.I need control. Focus....And probably better bance.

  End of EntryAsta sketched a tree with exploded bark, himself upside down with steam coming out of his head, and Takeshi calmly climbing while whistling. Below that is a messy chart of hand signs with “TIGER = FIRE STUFF?” scribbled underneath.