Dear Diary, I’m OverpoweredEntry #7 – September 23rd, Year 11 After War“BOOMFlicker, SMOKEFlicker, and Me”

  Dear Diary,

  Today I teleported.Kind of.Maybe.

  Okay, I BODY FLICKERED.Body Flicker no Jutsu—my first real technique. It’s official. Your boy has entered the ninja arts!

  Let me back it up.

  So during training, Daigo-sensei dropped a scroll in front of us like a bomb made of homework.Inside?Shunshin no Jutsu—aka Body Flicker. A movement technique that lets you move at high speeds using chakra, like you vanish from one pce and blink into another.

  And here’s the kicker:Only one hand sign—Tiger.

  You know what that means, right?

  I. Can. Do. This.

  Tiger is the one sign I’ve actually got memorized. It's the one I kept accidentally doing while trying to scratch my head.

  Daigo demonstrated the jutsu once.Poof. Smoke. Movement.He was ten feet away, hands behind his back like it was nothing.

  Takeshi looked at him like he’d just watched a god step sideways through space.Me?I yelled, “I CAN DO THAT!”Everyone stared.

  So I tried it. Right there.Tiger sign. Huge chakra pulse. Focused on my legs. Imagined myself shooting forward—

  BOOM.

  I vanished.Kinda.There was smoke. There was movement.And there was a crater where I used to be standing.Turns out, I didn’t flicker so much as unch myself like a water-chakra cannonball five meters to the right, where I hit a bush and scared two birds into early retirement.

  Takeshi was wheezing.Daigo looked… mildly amused? Which is basically a standing ovation from him.

  But I didn’t stop there.No way.

  Try #2: overshot by twenty feet, nded upside-down in the river.Try #3: went straight up. Nearly headbutted a tree branch.Try #4: flickered into Takeshi’s path and we crashed like two toddlers in a fruit cart.My record? Twelve flickers in one afternoon.Accuracy? Maybe twenty percent.Control? Laughable.Progress? HECK YES.

  Because for the first time since being reborn, I felt it.Technique. Real technique.Not just punching harder, not just yelling louder—this was skill. Training. A step toward something bigger.

  And I loved every second of it.

  Daigo didn’t.

  He gave me “the stare.” You know the one. That calm, heavy “I’m disappointed, but also not entirely surprised” Jonin stare.

  Then he said:

  “If you can’t control a one-seal jutsu, you’re not ready for anything more advanced. From now on—chakra drills. Twice a day. Hand signs review every night. You’ll earn the right to flicker again.”

  So yeah. I got grounded from teleporting.

  But he didn’t say I couldn’t train on my own.(He totally meant that, but hey—loophole.)

  Now, every evening, after mom thinks I’m asleep, I sneak outside, hands forming Tiger, water chakra primed in my calves, eyes locked on a target.And I flicker.

  Over and over.Again and again.Until the smoke settles just right.Until my body stops jerking like a frog in a lightning storm.Until it feels natural.

  I may not be a genius. I may not be the cleanest fighter.But I’ve got grit.And this move? It’s gonna be mine. No matter how many bushes I explode in the process.

  End of EntryAsta drew a comic of himself flickering in different directions: one into a tree, one into a pond, and one right into a surprised deer. In the st panel, he nds it perfectly, arms raised, yelling “NAILED IT!” with a shocked Takeshi watching.