Enso naturally absorbed Toba's soul for his own. After all, it would be better than leaving his father in that Endless Void. From his father's memories, he learn of another surprising secret. Toba Senju was no ordinary Shinobi, as he was the son of Tobirama Senju. No wonder, his Chakra Pool easily matches a pure blood Uzumaki.
Toba naturally lived under his father Shadow after Tobirama became the Second Hokage. All his hard-earned strength and accomplishments were credited to his father, as people were unaware of the relentless training he had undergone. They have never got to sit down and spend time with one another, as Tobirama was the advisor of Hashirama Senju.
His father's relationship with his grandfather is very fragile. It reaches the point that his father decides to leave Konoha and become a rogue Ninja. Tobirama naturally taught Toba all his signature techniques, except for Flying Raijin and Edo Tensei. The main reason is that Toba Senju's talent is lacking in sealing Jutsu, and forbidden Jutsu is naturally out of question.
All their free time was spent on training in Shinobi Art. Tobirama was always frustrated with his son, as he felt the urgency to push him beyond the limit. He never praises him, and keeps drilling him to become stronger. The stern and hard personality of Tobirama causes the rift between the father and son to open wide, as time passes.
A profound calmness washed over Enso as he lay in his mother's gentle embrace. His golden eyes blinked open for the first time, drinking in the world around him in ways he had never known before.
No longer a cosmic force or ethereal being, he was something new—a fragile vessel of flesh, blood, and spirit. His tiny body pulsed with life as his gaze drifted upward to the soft, earthy ceiling of their humble home. The fading sunlight filtered through the wooden beams, casting long shadows on the floor and bathing the room in a warm, golden glow.
It was a peaceful moment, starkly contrasting the eternal chaos that had once consumed him. The universe, with all its boundless forces and storms, felt distant now. Here, in this quiet home by the sea, a strange serenity settled within him—a deep stillness that seemed to radiate from every corner of the room.
Enso could feel the immense power that lay dormant inside him. It wasn't just the raw strength inherited from the Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines—it was something deeper. An ancient essence, vast and incomprehensible, connected him to the world around him. His soul, once refined by countless trials, now felt like a calm lake—its surface smooth, tranquil. Yet beneath that stillness, powerful currents swirled, ready to stir at the slightest provocation.
As his senses expanded, Enso felt the warmth of his mother's embrace, her love radiating through every touch, every soft murmur she made. Enya's presence was as solid and nurturing as the earth beneath them, yet it carried a quiet sorrow for the absence of Toba, the man she had once loved. The weight of his absence lingered in the air, but Enya's unwavering determination to raise her son alone, to protect him and honor Toba's memory, filled the space with a strength that rivaled the crashing waves outside their home.
Her voice was soft, cooing with comfort in her tone transcended words. The rhythm of her voice soothed him, and her fingers—gentle as the breeze—stroked his soft, infant head. As she did, something stirred deep within him. A distant memory, a long-forgotten truth, seemed to resonate in the very fibers of his being. Even in this tranquil moment, he felt the weight of something greater—this world, this place, held significance. But why, he could not yet grasp.
The boundless energy that had once fueled cosmic storms and universal rage now resided, tempered, in this fragile, newborn form. His body was small, yes, but the power within him was vast—an energy that transcended the limitations of this world. His mind, still young and learning, was no stranger to the weight of that power. Every breath he took, every sensation he experienced, seemed to reverberate through his being, reminding him of the immense force lying dormant within.
His first breath was more than just a sign of life; it was a declaration—a promise to the universe. A new beginning. He was not merely a soul reborn; he was a vessel of the Senju and Uzumaki bloodlines—a being who would carry the weight of his ancestors and the hopes of the future. His journey had only just begun.
Enso's gaze lingered on the warm glow of the evening light, stretching outward as if attuning himself to the life around him. The earth beneath his tiny form hummed softly with energy, the trees outside whispered ancient secrets, and the gentle pulse of life in the walls felt like a comforting, ever-present heartbeat
Enso's first breath was more than just a sign of life; it was a declaration—a promise to the universe. A new beginning. He was not merely a soul reborn; he was a vessel of the Senju and Uzumaki bloodlines—a being who would carry the weight of his ancestors and the hopes of the future. His journey had only just begun.
Three years had passed since Toba Senju's death. Enso, now five years old, had grown wise beyond his years. He helped his mother with the daily chores of their humble household, learning quickly and absorbing every lesson that came his way. Enya, though often busy with the medical clinic, found time to teach her son. Together, they maintained a quiet life, far removed from the chaos of the shinobi world, and Enso was grateful for it. Yet, even at his young age, he knew he could not remain in this peaceful cocoon forever.
The world beyond beckoned to him, calling with promises of greatness and the challenges he had yet to face. He could feel it in his bones—the pull of destiny, the bloodlines that coursed through his veins. He knew, somehow, that his fate was bound to the ancient powers of his ancestors, powers he had yet to fully understand.
Enso's physical strength, a gift from his mother and inherited heritage, was unlike anything he had ever known. It was not just raw might—it was the refined, controlled strength of the Senju clan, mixed with the unyielding resilience of the Uzumaki. But this overwhelming strength was foreign to his young body. It needed to be honed, shaped, and developed before it could be wielded without causing harm to himself.
Every day, Enso pushed his limits. He ran for miles, strengthening his stamina, building his muscles. His body was already powerful, but without proper conditioning, the energy within him would overwhelm him. Pain became a familiar companion, yet Enso endured it, stretching his limits further each time, driven by the belief that his potential was limitless.
His training routine was simple but demanding—push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups—testing his endurance and physical strength. Yet Enso constantly broke his own records, even at just five years old. Thanks to the endurance lessons taught by the doctor, Enso learned to stretch his pain threshold, pushing himself beyond his limits. But strength wasn't all he focused on. Flexibility was just as crucial. Enso's inherited acrobatic skills, combined with the strength running through him, made him a rare child—one whose body, though still young, displayed a level of mastery over itself that few could match.
Despite being so young, Enso was already able to tap into about 5% of his physical strength without harm. It was a slow process, much like the evolution of his soul, but Enso remained patient. He knew his full potential lay far beyond his current abilities. And though he longed to unleash that power, he understood it would come in time—with hard work and perseverance.
Enso's training began with an understanding of his body—a realization that the vast strength pulsing within him wasn't just raw power to be unleashed, but a force that needed to be refined, controlled, and harnessed. At only five years old, Enso's natural strength far surpassed that of children his age, but his body wasn't equipped to wield it effectively. To change that, he would need to build the right kind of muscles—each one tailored to support a different aspect of his strength.
The first step in his journey was understanding muscle fibers, a concept Enya had taught him with a combination of simple lessons and hands-on training. Enso would begin by focusing on the development of his pink fibers—also known as fast-twitch fibers—those responsible for explosive power and rapid movements. They were the muscle fibers that would allow him to utilize his Senju heritage, known for its agility and quick recovery.
In the early days, Enso spent hours practicing fast, powerful movements—kicks, jabs, and rapid footwork. He pushed his body to its limit with explosive sprinting drills, quick jumps, and sudden direction changes. His muscles burned with the effort, but each burst of effort was a deliberate test of his ability to command speed and agility, building the pink fibers in his legs, arms, and core. As he focused on refining his technique and enhancing his explosiveness, his body adapted. His pink muscle fibers grew denser and more refined, allowing him to execute strikes and movements with startling speed.
Each powerful kick and jab sent a thrill through Enso's body, and with each new movement, he felt his muscles stretch and awaken. It wasn't just physical pain he endured; it was a thrilling discovery of what his body could accomplish.
But speed alone wouldn't be enough. Enso knew that raw power needed endurance to fuel it. For that, he would turn his focus to red muscle fibers, those responsible for sustained, continuous effort. The red fibers were all about endurance, helping the body perform without tiring quickly. These fibers were important for the long-term stamina Enso would need, especially as he moved closer to unlocking more of his vast potential.
To target his red muscle fibers, Enso practiced grueling training sessions that required sustained effort—long-distance running, climbing trees, carrying heavy weights, and doing sets of low-repetition but high-duration movements. He would push through hours of this kind of training without resting, driving his muscles to work with sustained power. Enso's body slowly became more conditioned to these red fibers, giving him a strong, continuous foundation that kept his body from giving out when tapping into his raw strength. This stage of training also built his ability to recover quickly from exertion, preparing him for longer, harder battles that would eventually come.
Yet, despite this newfound endurance, Enso could still feel the weight of his power straining his body. He needed to develop a third type of muscle—a type that could provide explosive bursts of force when required. This was where white muscle fibers—the slow-twitch fibers—came in. These fibers were dense, thick, and more resistant to fatigue, capable of producing immense power over extended periods. While Enso's body could now exert controlled bursts of strength and power, his ability to access sustained raw power was still lacking. He needed to strengthen these white fibers to handle the deeper, more powerful levels of force.
For the white muscle fibers, Enso would train with strength-focused exercises. He worked with heavier weights, focused on slow, controlled lifts, and performed resistance training designed to build the explosive power required for his later forms of combat. Every movement became deliberate, an effort to unlock the deepest well of power within his body. These white muscle fibers would form the foundation of his raw might—the reserve he could tap into when he needed sheer strength to overcome his limitations.
As the months passed, Enso's body adapted in ways he hadn't expected. The pink fibers gave him the quickness of a snake, allowing him to deliver fast strikes and evade incoming attacks. The red fibers granted him the endurance of a wild stallion, allowing him to run for miles or hold a position for hours without tiring. The white fibers, still in the early stages of their development, slowly began to bulk up, making his raw strength feel almost limitless.
But it wasn't just the individual fibers that made him so formidable—it was how these three muscle types worked together in perfect harmony. Enso's muscles didn't just function in isolation; they complemented each other, each type supporting the others. When Enso moved, the pink fibers would initiate the motion, the red fibers would sustain it, and the white fibers would provide the deep power needed for an impact or defensive movement. As each fiber worked in conjunction with the others, Enso's body became a finely tuned machine—one capable of handling the strain of his enormous potential.
As the seasons passed and the years slipped by unnoticed, Enso grew. Though the days were simple and quiet, a restless energy stirred within him, one he couldn't yet explain. The gentle hum of his early life began to transform, and the world outside called to him more insistently than ever.
By the time Enso reached his fifth birthday, he had learned to tap into about 5% of his true strength. It wasn't the explosive power that he knew would come later, but a controlled, refined strength that he could use without harming his fragile body. Each movement, whether a strike, a dodge, or an evasion, was a testament to the deep training and mastery of muscle fibers working in unison.
Enso still had much to learn, and his strength was only a shadow of what it would one day become. But by now, his body could handle the strain of his Senju and Uzumaki heritage—plus the divine strength of Heracles—without shattering under the weight. It was a long process, one that would require patience, perseverance, and dedication. But every day he trained, Enso knew he was one step closer to unlocking the true depth of his potential.
Enya, watching her son's relentless training, felt a mix of awe and concern. He was still just a child, yet the intensity with which he trained surpassed that of even the most seasoned adults. His determination was inspiring, but it also broke her heart. Each time he reached his physical limit, Enya used her Mystical Palm technique to heal him, easing the strain in his muscles so he could continue.
When Enso turned five, his curiosity about the Shinobi world finally emerged. Though Enya had hoped to delay this moment, she saw the quiet resolve in his eyes and knew it was inevitable.
"Mother, teach me about chakra control," Enso asked, his golden eyes filled with determination. "Teach me the ways of the Shinobi."
Enya hesitated. She had kept Enso far from the dangers of the shinobi world for so long, but she knew his potential. He had already demonstrated remarkable chakra control, even without formal training. She agreed, but under one condition.
"We must leave the Land of Waves," she said. "This village is too far removed from the shinobi world. We cannot risk drawing attention."
Enso understood her reluctance, but his resolve did not waver. He demonstrated his growing mastery over chakra, using Mystical Palm with ease, leaving Enya in awe. Realising the inevitability of his path, she decided they would go. They would journey to the Hidden Leaf Village.
The decision was bittersweet. They had lived in the Land of Waves for five peaceful years, building relationships and establishing themselves in the community. But Enso's future was calling, and there was no turning back.
Over the next month, they prepared for their journey. Enya taught Enso the basics of Fuinjutsu, sealing their belongings into scrolls to make the journey more efficient and inconspicuous. When the day of departure arrived, they were ready. They sealed everything they could into scrolls, leaving only the essentials.
Their journey took three months. During this time, Enya continued to teach Enso chakra control. He quickly surpassed her, mastering techniques like tree climbing, leaf concentration and water walking exercise. Enso was so talented that he could maintain 6 Leafs while tree climbing. By the time they reached the Hidden Leaf Village, Enso's chakra control had exceeded most adults, including Enya herself.
It would take less time if they were to focus on travelling, but Enya makes use of the environment and drills the basic training into her child. Enso had already watched his father's memories, so his understanding of the foundation techniques is pretty solid. He learn everything so quickly that he would try to increase the difficulty to train, challenging himself to the extreme.
Enso's training progressed, so did his understanding of his immense power. Though his body was still a child's, the Senju and Uzumaki bloodlines coursed through him, granting him tremendous strength. Yet, the power he inherited—like a storm contained within a fragile vessel—strained against the limits of his form. His body could not yet fully bear the weight of such strength, and every time he tried to unleash it, there was resistance.
She had witnessed his relentless discipline firsthand: the tireless physical drills, the razor-sharp focus in chakra control. Back in the Land of Waves, her work at the clinic kept her too busy to truly notice how seriously Enso trained. But now, with nothing to distract her, she saw everything.
The strange exercises he performed along the way—many of which would push even a trained jōnin to their limit—he completed with unsettling ease. It made her realize just how far he'd already come. Come to think of it, she'd never seen a five-year-old with a shredded physique before. Not like this.
It was almost painful to watch. Enso had a habit of driving himself to the edge of exhaustion—pushing through his physical limits until he collapsed. Then, with the calmness of a practiced medic, he'd heal his own body using the Mystical Palm Technique to ease muscle fatigue... and begin again.
What kind of five-year-old tortures himself like this? she often thought, her heart aching at the sight.
Throughout the journey, Enya did her best to support him. She stepped in to help with healing when needed and taught him more about human anatomy—how the muscles work, how to avoid long-term injury, how to listen to his body.
And still... he kept pushing.
The road ahead was filled with challenges, but Enso knew one thing for certain: his journey had only just begun.