Dear Diary, I’m OverpoweredEntry #8 – October 2nd, Year 11 After War“Wet Feet, Flicker Bsts, and Feeling Empty”

  Dear Diary,

  Okay.I’m not gonna lie—today broke me.Like, really broke me.And I’m not talking emotionally. I mean chakra exhaustion.I didn’t even know that was a thing for me.

  But let me back up. Today’s mission from Daigo-sensei?Water walking.Yup. Full ninja cliché.Step out onto the river like you’re walking down the road, bance your chakra perfectly through your soles, don’t drown. Easy, right?

  WRONG.

  First try? SPLASH.Second? Sinks like a dumbbell.Third? Half my foot floated while the other one said “nope” and I flipped backward into a lily pad.

  Daigo stood on the water with his arms crossed, not even wet, not even smirking.

  “You’re still over-focusing your chakra. Flooding it. Control comes from subtlety, not power.”

  Subtlety.SUBTLETY.

  He says that like I wasn’t born with a chakra pool the size of a ke strapped to a rocket engine.

  Meanwhile, Takeshi?The guy glided across the river like it was gss.I swear he didn’t even make ripples. The smug aura he puts out these days could suffocate a whole vilge.

  He activated his fire technique mid-walk. Mid-walk.Like: “Oh look, my shoes are dry. Now here’s a fireball—casual.”He’s like if Yuno joined the Hidden Leaf and had perfect posture.

  Me? I finally got it for, like, five steps.Then the water bubbled under me (too much chakra) and unched me ten feet in the air.

  Not gonna lie… it was kinda awesome.But also kinda humiliating.

  After that, I ran through Body Flicker drills for hours.Tiger sign. Lock the chakra in my legs. Picture the destination. Boom.Tiger. Flicker. Land. Breathe. Again.Tiger. Flicker. Land. Again.Sometimes I missed.Sometimes I spun out.Once I accidentally flickered in a circle and vomited.

  But the thing is?It started getting smoother.

  The flickers weren’t just bursts anymore—they were movements. Controlled. Quick. Sharp.Still not stealthy. Still loud. But mine.

  And still…Daigo didn’t say a word.

  He watched me from the edge of the training field, arms behind his back, face unreadable.When I nded my cleanest flicker of the day—perfect distance, perfect bance, solid recovery—he just nodded once and said:

  “Again.”

  And I did.Again. And again.Until my knees shook.Until my legs burned.Until my chakra felt like it was gone.

  And then… I stopped.Colpsed in the grass.My chest heaving. My limbs heavy.The sky spinning a little too much.

  For the first time since I got here… I was empty.Not tired from yelling. Not sore from punching.Empty. Drained. Chakra-less.

  And weirdly?It felt good.Like I finally found where the wall is—so now I know what I have to break next.

  Takeshi passed by ter, not even winded.He looked at me, lying ft on my back, and said:

  “You’re improving. Kinda loud about it, but improving.”

  I grinned, even though I couldn’t move my arms.

  “Yeah? Watch me outpace you by the time we’re in the Academy.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

  Ugh.He’s becoming more like Yuno every day. Calm, skilled, focused, handsome in that “I don’t know I’m better than you” kind of way.

  But that’s fine.Because just like back then…I’m gonna catch up.Then pass him.Then become Hokage.

  Even if I have to flicker my way there one step at a time.

  End of EntryAsta doodled himself lying face-down in a puddle, tongue out, with the words “chakra.exe has stopped running.” Takeshi’s stick figure is walking on water casually with a smug little crown on his head. Underneath is a list titled “Asta’s Flicker Progress Chart” with scribbled notes: “Flicker too hard → bushfire. Flicker mid-air → dizzy. Flicker plus chakra drain = nap.”