Shiki did not even ease into it.

  ‘Three Bodies Breathihod: Breath of Yin-Yang’

  His physical abilities surged over twice as much as st time, his chakra surging alongside them but while surges in chakra flootency usually lead to slips in trol, Shiki’s only became even more refined.

  The boy could see the shoito’s face.

  ‘But I’m not even done.’ Shiki thought with a smirk.

  He had a little proje the side.

  ‘Flicker Fsh’

  Disappearing from sight, Shiki was instantly upon Mito’s form with a Dynamitry like kick.

  ‘That’s not a regur Body Flicker.’ The redhead thought, even more shocked, but her response was not deyed in the slightest.

  Bsting chakra through her feet, the Uzumaki matriarch smashed the ground and created a cloud of dirt.

  Shiki’s kicked through the cloud hitting nothing.

  He touched the ground oher side, sliding to a stop but just before the boy mao kill his momentum, Mito was already upon him.

  Suddenly turning his gaze up, a white heel had his name on it.

  But just like iart of the battle, Shiki disappeared in a blur of motion, appearing a short distance away, looking on in shock as his mistress smashed into the ground with such force the whole area shattered f to jump further away to avoid the crag ground and flying debris.

  ‘What an iing jutsu, rather than an improvement of body flicker, it seems more like a specialized variation.’ Mito internally mused.

  ‘Shall I do some stress testing?’ The redhead wondered with childish glee she hadn’t felt in ages.

  For some reason, the thought of bullying the child in front of her filled with sadistic happiness, as wrong as that sounded.

  This was Uzumaki Mito the kunoichi. Not the princess or matriarch of the Uzumaki ot the jinchuriki of the ailed Fox, not the wife of the First Hokage, just the kunoiormally hidden behind all those formality demanding roles.

  The kunoichi only her husband and parents got to know.

  With her violence switched on, Mito once again body flickered to Shiki but rather than giving him some respoime by crashing from above with a heel drop, she went right up to the boy with her chakra enhanced fist already flying towards him.

  Starih in the face, Shiki had no time to pte the redhead’s sudden ge in bat style and aggressiveness.

  As a fist with his name on approached, the boy desperately fred his chakra.

  ‘Did I press him too fast?’ Mito wondered, about to forcefully redirect her strike to miss Shiki or she would kill him sidering how much power she packed into her fist.

  However . . .

  Just as the balled up white hand was about to hit him, the boy’s figure blurred and he flicker fshed away just in time.

  Mito’s strike shattered the earth and caused a localized earthquake.

  Shiki, just out e, quaked with cold sweat soaking his shirt. Dirt caked his skin and clothes, stig because of the sweat.

  Although it might have looked like a greatly timed escape, the boy just barely mao unch himself out of harm's way with no sideration of destination or nding.

  The massive burst speed of his jutsu turned on him, turning his rough nding into a painful crash, his haphazard activation also messed up one of his ankles.

  Turning to look at the boy, Mito immediately saw through his iate.

  ‘I got carried away.’ The redhead thought with worry.

  She knew Shiki was a smart child and would not misinterpret her as today but that did nothing to diminish the guilt she felt for causing his current state.

  Rougher training was a matter of course to prepare Shiki for the world but that was for after his skill had already developed to a measure of pleteness.

  Approag the fallen boy, Mito saw him trying to get up.

  “Just stay down, I’ll treat your injuries.” She decred and with a tired nod, Shiki just crumpled to the ground on his back.

  ‘Cracked ribs from the impact of his crash nding, a severely twisted ankle from ung his movement teique without properly stabilizing his body, several tusions and surfajuries, also from the crash.’ Mito swiftly analyzed the extent of the damage.

  ‘Mystical Palm Jutsu’

  The redhead’s hand was enveloped by a gentle green aura as her chakra started to be infused into Shiki’s body, causing him to almost moan in fort.

  The tusions and open wound healed almost instantly, as an Uzumaki, Mito’s chakra articurly suited for mediinjutsu, enablio heal others extremely quickly without needing them to su their chakra, an ability shown by some Uzumaki which she also possessed.

  As her chakra permeated the boy’s body however, she detected multiple small muscle tears.

  ‘Looks like his Body Flicker variant has amplified the problems of the inal.’ The redhead noted as the healing process came to an end, courtesy of her Uzumaki abilities that made the process ridiculously quick.

  She took a look at the boy but rexed from the healing aired from the sparring, he fell asleep in the process.

  ‘I’ll talk to him about his jutsu ter.’ Mito decided while brushing off the strands of snow white hair stig to Shiki’s face.

  ‘He’ll definitely be quite the heartbreaker.’ She mischievously thought the boy’s sharp features hidden behind the baby fat, already pnning how to put future suitresses through the ringer like a proper evil mother-in-w.

  And like this, another sparring session and m training came to an end, ohat taught Shiki some very important lessons.

  *

  It was night. Shiki squirmed awake, notig he roperly ed up and in his bed.

  ‘One of the servants probably washed me after the m spar.’ He thought, twitg with phantom pain in remembrance.

  There was nothing embarrassing to him from that, though his mind was more mature, he was still young in body and had relied on others for those tasks for years so it did not bother him at all.

  The thought Mito herself had been the oo bathe and tuck him in never even crossed his mind though had he known . . . Would his thoughts ge?

  Baore important matters, the spar.

  ‘The Body Flicker Jutsu sentioned sprains and muscle tears were par for the course whesu is used fh iy bursts in bat with improper teique. My personal variant seems even harsher in that regard.’ Shiki mused.

  He had just learned with his body that haphazardly tossing out jutsu in desperation like it was sometimes done in the anime had unfortunate sequences evehe jutsu were not anything like a forbidden or S-rank jutsu.

  ‘Still, having Mito-sama as a teacher is showing more and more bes.’ He thought to himself.

  ‘Sihe mistress’ medical prowess is so mighty, I go as hard as I want in training and Mito-sama will heal me up if I screw up too badly!’

  Poor Mito was feeling guilty for pushing Shiki too hard when he had only started his formal training a few days before while the boy himself was already i on raising the danger meter himself just because he khere was an expert healer right there to help him.

  His thoughts anized, Shiki swiftly cluded that to catch his mistress off guard, he would need something more powerful and now aware of Mito’s supertive healing prowess, the boy was far less dismissive of self destructive methods.

  The Uzumaki matriarch would be in for yet another massive sho the spar for Shiki had no iion of stopping until the very definition of talent ged to at for his existence.

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