Attempt

"Phew... phew..."

A setting sun hung in the western sky, casting soft golden afterglow over the boy behind a secluded little cabin in Konoha. He had just risen to his feet, panting heavily, white steam faintly rising from his body.

His daily training at the 5,000-unit baseline had begun at eight in the morning. Yet now, at four in the afternoon, he had finished in eight hours—or not even eight hours. Even after finishing, he could still feel some strength left in him. Unlike before, when he would practically collapse after completing it and need to rest for a while before moving on to sword-swinging practice.

It seemed that training at the 5,000-unit baseline was no longer extreme training. It took less time, and its effects...

Were beginning to diminish as well.

Chiba panted as he looked at the sunset on the horizon. This was the first time in a while that he had seen a complete sunset.

But it seemed he could start trying now. If he could adapt to training of such intensity, then that should not be much of a problem either.

Drawing his gaze away from the sunset, Chiba took a small breath.

But in only two months, had my physical condition really reached the point where it could withstand that level of violent Chakra?

If I mess this up, getting hurt will be unavoidable. It might even be a fairly serious injury, serious enough to require hospitalization.

And being hospitalized would waste quite a bit of time... No, even one day in the hospital would waste an entire day. A full twenty-four hours!

Would it be better to wait a while longer? Only two months had passed, and there were still two months until the end of the year. Training for another month probably would