New Plan

Ever since Might Guy lost his duel with Kakashi Hatake, he had gradually increased his daily training.

Hyuga Iwa knew what he was thinking, but for the moment, he did not know how to comfort him.

Should he tell him to train less, and that once he mastered the Eight Gates or learned to control chakra, he would be able to defeat Kakashi Hatake?

That was unrealistic!

Hyuga Iwa could not guarantee that Might Guy would still be like he was in the anime in the future!

That indomitable will to charge forward without hesitation, to face death without fear, and to completely ignore the pain of his body—wasn't it forged through grueling daily training?!

After all, Might Guy had passed out countless times during training, yet with sheer willpower and decades of unwavering practice, his body had continued running forward on its own!

What kind of spirit was that?!

Hyuga Iwa knew that he absolutely could not do that now! As for the future, who could possibly know?

Besides, everyone had their own ideas. In order not to hinder his own development and to secure a better future, Hyuga Iwa planned his training volume as reasonably as possible.

That was his own training regimen, and it did not represent anything. He himself was constantly adjusting it, since everyone's body had different limits and different recovery abilities.

Still, just watching was not an option. Might Guy was a friend Hyuga Iwa acknowledged, and when a friend needed help, how could he stand by and do nothing?

After class one day, Hyuga Iwa found Might Guy dozing off. Seeing the exhaustion written all over his face, Hyuga Iwa felt a wave of concern.

"Might Guy, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm doing great, look." As he spoke, Might Guy planted one foot on the bench and struck what he thought was a handsome pose.

"Alright, alright. But sleeping through your academic classes all the time isn't a good thing. A qualified ninja can't not even recognize words, right?"

"Uh..." Might Guy scratched his head awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.

That was right. Ninja had academic classes, including lessons on literacy and the like. Compared with his previous life, though, the material here was more basic, with plenty of appraisal and analysis. The only requirement was to be able to understand it.

The Ninja Academy had to teach a vast amount of knowledge to children who knew nothing in just a few years. The effort required was enormous.

Hyuga Iwa roughly counted it up. Young ninja had to study literature, mathematics, history, geography, physics, and, most importantly, ninjutsu.

Of those, the academic subjects accounted for only about one-third of all classes, while the other two-thirds were occupied by ninjutsu-related knowledge.

In only a few short years, a child of about five had to begin learning so much. The difficulty was obvious!

Compared to his previous life, the two were as different as heaven and earth!

Although the Ninja Academy did not teach things very deeply, that still depended on the person. Not everyone was a genius, and learning was impossible to accomplish overnight.

Of course, things were much better for those born into large clans. The foundations of those clans gave their children more places and more opportunities to study.

The gap between commoners and great clans in the Shinobi World gradually widened through little things like these.

Getting back to the point, Hyuga Iwa smiled softly at Might Guy's helpless appearance. "Alright, stop looking so worried. Since you really have no interest in academic classes, it's fine to study less. But there are still some things you absolutely have to learn, or you'll have a lot of trouble when you become a ninja and go on missions."

"Mm-hmm, you've really thought this through, Iwa. I'll listen to you."

Seeing Might Guy's delighted expression, Hyuga Iwa suddenly felt like life was hopeless.

"How about this? Since you want to increase your training volume so badly, let's make a new training plan. This time, we'll make it more detailed and take every aspect into account."

"A plan? What kind of plan?" Might Guy's eyes lit up as he hurriedly asked, "Can't we just do whatever we feel like doing?"

Hyuga Iwa immediately got angry at Might Guy's words. "Fine, then go train by yourself. Don't come looking for me again, and I can't be bothered to come looking for you either."

"No, no, no, Iwa. I was just joking."

"That's more like it. Come on, let's get moving. We'll try to finish everything before this afternoon."

"Oh~"

The two immediately got to work.

This time, Hyuga Iwa did not set the training plan so casually. After all, a person's energy was limited, every day had only so much time, and they had so much to learn. How could they afford to waste any of it?

From early morning until they went to bed at night, Hyuga Iwa listed out almost everything they needed to do during each time period.

Time always passed quickly when one was busy. By the time they completed their new plan, it was already afternoon before they realized it.

Looking at the new schedule before him, Might Guy was filled with lofty ambition, while Hyuga Iwa wore a miserable expression!

Just look at this plan!

6:00–6:30: Get up, wash up, breakfast;

6:30–7:00: Zen Meditation;

7:00–8:30: Warm-up exercises, such as running, then school;

8:00–11:00: Classes. During breaks, Hyuga Iwa would tutor Might Guy, while Might Guy would practice Zen Meditation in classes he was not interested in or study the subjects he needed to learn;

11:00–11:30: Lunch;

11:30–12:00: Rest, with Zen Meditation on the side;

12:00–13:00: Training;

13:00–16:00: Afternoon classes, without relaxing training even during free activities;

16:00–17:00: Go home, cook, eat;

17:00–18:00: Rest, Zen Meditation;

18:00–20:00: Training;

20:00–21:00: Zen Meditation;

After 21:00: Sleep.

Looking at this schedule, Hyuga Iwa felt a little depressed. Then he remembered that he seemed to need to make further changes based on this, since he still had chakra and the Byakugan to practice.

A day packed to the brim like this—Hyuga Iwa could never have imagined it in his previous life, much less accomplished it!

Hyuga Iwa sighed. He could not help thinking of a saying: "When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a person, it must first torment his mind, wear out his muscles and bones, starve his body, impoverish him, and throw his actions into disorder..."

After all, there were plenty in the Shinobi World who went to the battlefield at a young age. Some had stepped onto the battlefield at only four or five years old!

For the sake of his own life, it was fine to suffer a little now.

Speaking of which, if they followed this schedule, Might Guy's daily training time would not differ much from before, but the rest of his time would be used more efficiently.

Of course, where there was gain, there was loss.

Once most of their time was put to use, there would be no time left to play each day. They also had to be more efficient with everything they did. Otherwise, this plan would remain nothing more than a plan, and they would be better off giving up some things instead.

Of course, this schedule represented only their initial training plan. It did not take unexpected situations and the like into account.

Now that the plan had been set, they had to carry it out strictly. To keep better track of time, Hyuga Iwa specifically prepared an alarm clock.

Early the next morning, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, Hyuga Iwa was awakened from his dreams by a burst of alarm ringing.

After lying there groggily for a moment, he sprang upright from the bed.

With a yawn, Hyuga Iwa quickly put on his clothes.

Yuko was awakened as well. Though she complained a little, she still gently began preparing breakfast for Hyuga Iwa.

At the same time, Might Duy, who already knew about the schedule, looked at Might Guy, who was still asleep, with a pleased expression. Then he hardened his heart, yanked away the blanket covering Might Guy, and let out a roar.

"Get up, Might Guy! How long are you going to sleep?! A real man must keep his promises!"

Bleary-eyed, Might Guy rubbed his eyes in confusion. Then he remembered something and leaped out of bed.

A "wonderful" day had begun...

The sands of time kept falling through the hourglass, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month passed.

Every day, Hyuga Iwa and Might Guy got up early to begin their training, then dragged their exhausted bodies back and collapsed into bed.

Hyuga Yuko felt heartbroken watching Hyuga Iwa, yet she also felt a trace of comfort. Her Iwa had his own ideas and great perseverance. She believed that one day, her son would grow into a man who stood tall between heaven and earth, or perhaps become a hero praised by everyone in the village.

Might Duy, on the other hand, felt only satisfaction, without any heartache.

Because he discovered that after this period of training, Might Guy's progress had been remarkably obvious.

Reasonable exercise, proper rest, and plentiful nutrition had made Might Guy visibly stronger and more agile!

More importantly, Might Guy had become more sensible than before. He had begun forming his own opinions, and his horizons had broadened considerably.

Perhaps this was the proper way to train in taijutsu?

Just as Hyuga Iwa had said, one should build a solid foundation while young, steadily increase the training volume with age, supplement it with proper meals, medicinal herbs, and adequate rest, combine work and rest, and achieve a breakthrough through accumulated effort—instead of recklessly training the body, exhausting its potential, and forcing growth before its time.

Would Might Guy's future achievements definitely surpass his own?!

Might Duy was absolutely certain of it!

Might Duy knew that all of this was thanks to Hyuga Iwa.

Sigh, how should I repay him? Perhaps I could teach him the Eight Gates? I wonder if he would be willing to learn from me. After all, learning the Eight Gates is very hard!

The pain after breaking through the limits of the human body was difficult to endure before one's physical body had been tempered to its limits!

The Eight Gates had existed in Leaf Village as a secret taijutsu training method for a long time. Yet only with him had it finally produced some results. After all, only a body forged through countless trials could withstand that surging chakra!

Might Duy fell into deep thought for a while.

There were only a few days left until the New Year. He wondered how Might Guy and the others planned to celebrate it.

Might Duy watched the two sparring with each other and, for a moment, did not know how to bring it up.