Grant Marshall, the world-changing ninja

Chapter 3: A World of Chakra and Shadows



The Karama Clan's compound was serene, a collection of wooden homes surrounded by thick trees and winding paths. Grant spent his first few weeks here observing everything, carefully navigating his new life. The adults were polite but distant, the children curious but wary. His new parents, Haruto and Aiko Karama, were attentive but not overbearing, giving him space to acclimate.

"They probably think I'm just a quiet, studious kid," he mused as he wandered into the clan's library.

The Karama Clan's specialty in genjutsu intrigued him. He remembered them being a minor clan in the Naruto world, overshadowed by powerhouses like the Uchiha and Hyuga. But Grant didn't see their specialization as a weakness. Illusions were about perception, he thought, and perception was everything.

Grant spent much of his free time in the clan's modest library, poring over scrolls on genjutsu theory, chakra manipulation, and the history of the Karama Clan. The intricacies of genjutsu fascinated him. It wasn't brute strength or flashy jutsu—it was control, precision, and understanding. Subtle, but devastating.

He couldn't help but draw comparisons to his old world. The manipulation of chakra felt oddly familiar, like the wavelengths he'd studied. What happens when you align or disrupt a flow? How far can you take it? Questions like these filled his mind as he scribbled notes in a hidden scroll. To keep his thoughts private, he wrote in English, ensuring no one could decipher his secrets.

One evening, Grant's father, Haruto, decided it was time for him to begin basic chakra training. They stood in the clan's training yard, surrounded by tall wooden posts and dummies.

"Before you can master genjutsu, you need to understand chakra. Show me what you can do," Haruto said calmly.

Grant nodded, already recalling the basic chakra exercises he'd read about. He focused, pulling chakra into his palms, and attempted to form a small glowing sphere. The chakra flickered weakly before dispersing.

Haruto smiled faintly. "Not bad for your first try. Let's start with something simpler—tree climbing."

Grant followed his father to a tall oak tree and listened intently as he explained. "Focus chakra into the soles of your feet. Too much, and you'll push off. Too little, and you won't stick. It's about balance."

Grant placed a foot against the tree trunk, focusing his chakra. His first step was shaky, but he managed to take a second before slipping and falling flat on his back.

"Good effort," Haruto said, offering a hand. "Keep trying."

Grant spent hours repeating the exercise. His analytical mind worked tirelessly to correct his mistakes. Too much chakra. Adjust the balance. Less in the left foot. By the end of the day, he managed to climb halfway up the tree before his chakra reserves gave out.

After training, Grant sat by himself on a wooden bench, catching his breath. A group of kids his age ran by, laughing and shouting as they practiced throwing kunai at targets. One of them, a boy with spiky brown hair and a mischievous grin, noticed him and jogged over.

"Hey, you're Grant, right?" the boy asked with a friendly tone. "I'm Daichi! You're always in the library, huh?"

Grant blinked, caught off guard by the boy's energy. "Uh, yeah. I like learning."

Daichi plopped down beside him. "That's cool. I'm terrible at reading. I like training better. You should come practice with us!"

Grant hesitated. He wasn't used to such open


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