Infinite Stamina - Chapter 39

In a dojo several children watched two boys, one with silver hair and the other with black hair, confront each other.

*Tak* *Tak* *Tak* *Tak*

The sound of bokken (Wood sword) bumping into each other resonated constantly.

Takasugi approached him in a quick sprint and threw a horizontal swing toward Gintoki, but as Takasugi’s Bokken was about to hit Gintoki on the head, Gintoki shifted slightly to the left and kicked Takasugi’s kneecap causing him to lose his balance before hitting him hard on the head with the Bokken’s wrist.

“Yeah, well done, Gintoki!”

“Great fight!”

“Haha I have bet on Gintoki this time, give me your candy!”

“Nooo! I have lose!”

Katsura stepped forward and raised his hand like a referee and said

“Winner Gintoki!”

Gintoki then fell to the ground and started panting, Takasugi got up slightly and sat down.

“27-26 next time I’ll win.”

“We’ll see”

Katsura approached Takasugi and said…

“The important thing is to be good Loser, I’m sure you’ll win next time.”

“Thank you Zura…” Takasugi said but before he finished those words Katsura spat in his face and said with a contemptuous expression, full of disdain and disgust.

“But unfortunately because of you I’ve lost my candies, you dirty loser.”

“ZUURAAAA!!!!! I’ll GUT YOU!!!!!”

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Hatuto in the background watching the animated scene could not help but laugh.

“With such oddballs you can’t get bored.”

Then he closed his eyes and held his katana in an offensive position.

He didn’t sleep, he didn’t meditate either, if an attentive experienced fighter looked at him with concentration, he will notice a slight change in the flow of air around Haruro’s body.

“I’ve been in this world for four years.” Thought Haruto

“I possess neither my previous physical strength, the chakra cannot be used by beings of this world, nor ninjutsu, nor genjutsu, but there is an escape from that limitation.”

“Physical energy.”

“The chakra is a combination of physical energy and spiritual energy, but every time I try to combine the two energies it fails, as if in this world that combination is impossible, but if I limit myself to physical energy only.”

The air flow around him grew slightly, even though it was imperceptible to the children in the dojo, a dangerous aura that only old warriors could feel enveloped the dojo.

But Haruto was suddenly hit on the head, smashing his head against the floor of the dojo.

“I’ve already told you not to practice your technique in school. It disturbs me while I sleep.” Said Shouyou who yawned

“Sorry Shouyou.”

“I won’t do again.”

Shouyou nodded his head and left the dojo.

“Child slavers!” Murmured Haruto.

The door of the dojo opened and before he had time to react he received another blow on the head, smashing his head against the floor.

“You were saying?” Asked Shouyou

“Nothing Shouyou!”

“Sorry Shouyou!”

Shouyou nodded his head again and left the dojo.

Haruto stood up again and took his Katana and began to shake it, make several slash again and again

“The best training for me right now is the most brutal and primitive, strength training, the bodies of the inhabitants of this world have almost no limits, Shouyou is a good example.”

Several months passed, Haruto trained intensively, he ran every day until his legs turned purple, he did sit-ups, squat, deadlift, incline press, push-ups, side raise, dip, concentration curl, lifted several rocks and ran with them for several hours, he also took courses in literature, language and Kendo with Shouyou, Gintoki , Takasugi and Katsura, little by little the old a.d.u.l.t in the body of a child began to get used to this life.

And from the sixth month of training, he began to use shave with his pure physical energy, even though he couldn’t take more than three steps at the same time.

(NA: Shave 100% = 10 steps at the same time.)

And as time passed, it had already been a year since Haruto had joined the school in Shouyou.

“65-64 Takasugi wins!”

“Haha I have bet on Takasugi this time, give me your candy!”

“Nooo!”

“Don’t worry, Gin, the important thing is…”

“Zura if you dare to spit on me I’ll kill you!”

“It’s not zura, it’s Katsura! Raaak *(Spitting)”

“ZUURAAAA!!!!! I’ll GUT YOU!!!!!”

Haruto quietly drinking tea with Shoyou in front of the dojo door shook his head before taking a sip.

Then his eyes fell on a small group of villagers walking on the road outside the school with their luggage tied behind them on a cart they were pulling with all their strength.

Haruto looked at them for a moment before turning his eyes to the sunny sky.

“What’s the matter Haruto, does this view bother you?” asked Shouyou while taking a big sip of tea.

“Not really, they’re victims of the war, not of me.” Says he.

“You’re right, but don’t you find it too easy to turn a blind eye to their misery?”

“Yes it’s easy, but that’s not my problem, it’s like you, Shouyou, you can help children by taking them in and educating them but you’re forced to make a choice among children, isn’t it like you choose to abandon some to save others, why “we” deserve your care more than others.”

“You already know the answer.” Says Shouyou with a smile

“Yes, after all, you and I are the same kind of people.”

“Selfish people.”Haruro murmured as the two of them took a big sip of tea admiring the landscape.