A Dream?

Satoru returned to his seat beside Bob, who quietly remarked, "Good fight." Satoru dismissed the compliment, saying, "I was getting pummeled the entire time, only landed one lucky shot."

Meanwhile, Kakashi sat with an indifferent expression, unimpressed by either of their performances. He felt that if he were sparring with either of them, he would have easily defeated them both.

Bekko began to analyze the fight, breaking it down step by step and pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of both Satoru and Asuma. He gave valuable insights about what to do and what not to do in a taijutsu spar. Finally, he offered tips on how either of them could have improved their performance. After the analysis, the lecture resumed and Bekko began teaching the class the basics of taijutsu, starting with stances and footwork.

The first day at the academy had come to an end, and Satoru and Bob walked back home together. Satoru bid Bob goodbye and entered his house, announcing his arrival with a simple, "I'm back."

Aina greeted him with a warm smile and said, "Welcome back, Satoru. How was your first day?"

When Aina saw her son's face, she gasped in concern at the sight of his bruises. "What happened? Did someone bully you or did you get into a fight?" she asked worriedly.

Satoru brushed it off nonchalantly, saying "Tis nothing, but a scratch."

Aina persisted, "But it looks painful. Let me apply some ointment on it at least." She gently applied the ointment and made sure Satoru was okay before he went back to his room for the night.

Satoru lay on his bed, lost in thought about the spar. He had been training for three years and was above the skill level of most of his classmates, but he still wasn't the best. Asuma's specialty in the future would be his ninjutsu and use of chakra blades, but in this spar, he didn't use any of those and still had the upper hand. Satoru couldn't help but wonder how much stronger Asuma would be with his full arsenal of techniques.

To excel in Taijutsu, one must possess either a profound understanding of their fighting style backed up by years of experience, or have extraordinary physical attributes such as immense speed or strength. A prime example of this is Might Guy, who possessed both of these qualities and consequently was renowned for his expertise in Taijutsu.

For the past three years, Satoru had been diligently following his training regimen of 100 pushups, 100 situps, 100 squats, and a 10 km run, but he had hit a plateau. Realizing that he needed to push himself further, he decided to incorporate sealed weights into his training. Starting with 25 kg weights, he planned to increase the weight by 5kg every month. In addition to this, he also thought about sparring with Bob for 30 minutes every other day to improve his fighting style for the next year. Despite Asuma's strength, Satoru believed that both Kakashi and Bob were stronger than him in taijutsu right now and that even Might Guy would surpass him in a few years.

Satoru's thoughts also drifted toward ninjutsu, which he had neglected thus far. With his enrollment in the ninja academy, he resolved to improve his ninjutsu skills. The first step was to master chakra control, which involved learning to walk on trees and water. Once he had achieved these feats, he planned to move on to mastering the three basic ninjutsu techniques of cloning, substitution, and transformation.

Satoru had been pondering about expanding his skills in ninjutsu, particularly learning at least one chakra nature transformation before graduating from the academy. However, he knew that to do that, he needed a Chakra induction paper first to determine his primary chakra nature. He made a mental note to ask Bob for it the next day.

As the day slowly passed by, morning turned into afternoon and afternoon into the evening. Satoru spent some time helping his mom with household chores and after having dinner with his family, he went to bed, feeling exhausted yet fulfilled from the day's events.

...…..

"Huh?! Where am I?"

Satoru was wondering where he was because he found himself in an unfamiliar place and saw two figures engaged in a sparring match. Both were clad in white robes from head to toe. As Satoru watched the two people sparring in their fully-covered white attire, he slowly came to the realization that he must be dreaming.

"Wait a minute."

As Satoru observed the spar more closely, he noticed the Byakugan Dojutsu in their eyes. "Are they from the Hyuga clan?" he wondered, but then realized their dress resembled that of certain individuals. "No, they must be Otsutsuki."

Another thing that caught Satoru's attention was that one of the sparring individuals bore a striking resemblance to the Otsutsuki God, albeit with a less godly aura. If the Otsutsuki God were to take on a human form, it would likely be this individual.

Satoru gazed at the ongoing spar with awe, unable to tear his eyes away from the seamless flow of movements and techniques. The level at which they were fighting was truly mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but admire the fluidity of their combos, the precision of their feints, and the sheer power of their techniques. Despite knowing that it was just a dream, it felt so vivid and real, as though he was truly witnessing the pinnacle of martial prowess.

'ring ring ring '

Satoru was abruptly jolted awake by his alarm clock, letting out a loud, groggy yell. A moment later, his mother appeared in the doorway, looking concerned. "What is it?" she asked. Satoru checked the time and groaned - it was only 6:00 am and responded "Nothing". So, she returned back to her room.

"So, it was all just a dream," Satoru murmured to himself as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "But man, I wish I could fight like them, with spinning heel kicks, leg sweeps, arm thrusts, and cool combos," he thought wistfully.

After completing his morning training routine and having breakfast, Satoru headed to the backyard of his house. He wanted to try imitating the spinning heel kick he saw in his dream, just for fun. It was a silly imitation, nothing serious, just the desire to try something cool that he had never done before. Satoru knew he had no idea how to perform a spinning heel kick, neither in his previous life nor in this one.

Satoru approached a nearby tree and assumed his fighting stance, but he had no idea where to begin. So, he simply followed his instincts and did what felt natural. He pivoted his front foot slightly, providing enough momentum for his rear foot to rotate gracefully. The heel of his rear foot connected with the tree, and he regained his balance with ease. The execution, height, and balance of the kick were all flawless, even though he had never attempted it before. It was as if his body possessed a muscle memory of the technique.

Satoru was perplexed and asked himself, "How could this be?"