As Oliver Queen

Chapter 3: Forging the Path

The night was long, but I barely slept. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn't rest. The brief moments of chakra control I had achieved left me craving more. It was real. It was mine. And if I could master it, I wouldn't just survive—I would dominate.

Dawn broke with golden rays filtering through the canopy. My stomach grumbled again, but I ignored it. Food could wait. Today, training came first.

Step One: Chakra Enhancement

Last night's breakthrough was a foundation. Now, I had to build upon it. If I wanted to get stronger, I needed to enhance my body, sharpen my instincts, and strengthen my chakra control.

I stood up and flexed my fingers, feeling the faint warmth of chakra under my skin. Just having it wasn't enough. I needed precision. I needed mastery.

The first test? Tree climbing.

In Naruto, shinobi practiced by walking up trees using chakra to stick to the bark. Simple in theory, but in practice, it required insane control. Too little chakra, and I'd slip. Too much, and I'd be thrown off.

I picked a sturdy-looking tree and placed my foot against it. Deep breath. Focus. Let the chakra flow.

I took a step.

And immediately fell backward onto my ass.

I let out a groan, rubbing my back. 'Alright, maybe this isn't as easy as I thought.'

I stood back up and tried again. This time, I concentrated harder, visualizing the energy gripping the tree's surface. My foot made contact, and I pushed forward—

And promptly shot off like I'd been hit by a truck, slamming into the dirt.

"Fuck."

I spat out a leaf and sat up. My body ached, but my determination only grew. This was going to take time, but I had no choice. I needed this skill. Every second I wasted was a second closer to encountering Fyers' men.

I kept at it. Again and again, I pushed my limits, trying to find the balance between too much and too little. By noon, I managed to take three steps before losing control. By evening, I made it halfway up before falling.

Progress.

Step Two: Conditioning

Mastering chakra control wasn't enough. My body had to keep up. I wasn't a shinobi, not yet, but I could be. If I wanted to survive the battles ahead, I had to make my body stronger, faster, more resilient.

Using what I remembered from workouts, I set a strict regimen:

Push-ups: 100 Sit-ups: 100 Squats: 100 Sprinting: Until my lungs burned Endurance training: As far as my legs could take me

The pain was excruciating, but pain was progress. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pushed through. The harder I trained now, the less likely I was to die later.

Step Three: Weapon Mastery

For now, I had a makeshift spear and a military knife taken from one of the dead mercenaries. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. If I couldn't fight with jutsu, I needed to master what I had.

Using my surroundings, I set up a training dummy—a tree wrapped with layers of thick vines and leaves for padding. Then, I practiced. Thrusts, slashes, parries. I drilled over and over until my arms ached.

By the time night fell, I collapsed by the fire, exhausted but satisfied. I was getting stronger. Not by much, but enough to make a difference.

Monologue: The Gift of Intelligence

As I stared at the night sky, thoughts flooded my mind. This wasn't just physical training. My mind had changed since transmigrating. My intelligence had skyrocketed, my memory sharpened.

I wasn't just recalling Naruto's techniques—I was breaking them down, analyzing, improving upon them. Was it the fusion with Oliver's soul? Was it the isekai effect? I didn't know, but I'd take advantage of it.

In the past, Oliver was smart, but reckless. Emotional, yet driven. Now, I had all his knowledge, his instincts, his pain—but I also had logic, foresight, and the ability to see beyond impulse.

I wasn't the Oliver Queen of old. I was something new.

And I would make this world remember my name.

End of Chapter 3.