Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bits of debris fell with a rustle alongside the dull thuds of flesh striking the primeval giant tree, scattering around the stump, thick enough that three people would need to link arms to encircle it, and forming a faint ring of splinters.
"Two thousand nine hundred eighty-three, two thousand nine hundred eighty-four... two thousand nine hundred ninety... two thousand nine hundred ninety-nine..."
Amid the repeated impacts came a quiet count.
Bang!
At last, with an especially heavy blow, everything fell silent.
"Three thousand kicks, three thousand straight punches, and it only took one morning. Sure enough, it still isn't enough."
Looking at the primeval tree stump, now covered in dents from his blows, Chiba let out a long sigh.
And he was not especially tired, nor did he have that tangible feeling of having been trained. Three thousand repetitions were probably not enough to bring results. It would likely take more than five thousand to achieve the proper training effect.
And with five thousand, he would have no choice but to give up studying everything else and devote himself entirely to taijutsu training.
As he sighed, Chiba's heart was full of bitterness.
He also keenly felt how troublesome it was. With a base count of three thousand, he had completed less than half of a basic training exercise in one morning. If the base count became five thousand, then he could only finish a little over one basic exercise in a morning—straight punches, side kicks, and the like. Taijutsu training alone would probably take up every moment from waking until bedtime. Every day, he would have to do nothing but taijutsu training.
If this were a time of peace, or Naruto's era, then five thousand would be five thousand. Chiba would gladly spend an entire day on