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He never noticed himself crying, never noticed his legs give out never noticed himself falling onto the floor, never noticed his choking sobs or his hysterical screams. He didn't even notice when Inu barged into the room, grabbing him and holding him close as he shouted out orders to the rest of the squad. I honestly wasn't gonna start this one for a while, at least not until I'd finished Souls of Heroes but a bolt of inspiration hit me and the ideas just wouldn't stop coming so I gave into the temptation.
Could be fast, could be a little slow. At any rate, this story will not be your typical Naruto goes back in time tale though I'll let the surprises reveal themselves as we go along. Lastly, the pairing will be put up for a vote for the first time in a long time. I will make a poll with the possible options at a later date once the story gets on its two feet and we'll see where we go from there. Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. It was their last, desperate gambit.
They pinned everything on a prayer that he could save them The war was over. The immovable rock, crumbled beneath the relentless flood. They were out of time. Only Bee returned from Amegakure. Half dead, carrying news of their defeat. This alone kept what little of humanity remained, safe. Tobi would not be denied though Ten thousand of his creatures were cast back out into the sea.
It defied the very belief of all human limitations. A marvel of the world. Every manner of seal was calibrated to perfection. You have to-" "It has to be perfect. Then there was a tear. An end to infinity. Beside him Sakura threw a look. Of battle reaching in through the outside walls. Then they were somewhere else.
On the edge of nothingness She didn't dare look back. Didn't dare look at the hurt, desperate look in his eyes. She tried to smile It was a brittle thing. She took one more step. The last of her chakra drained from her body. Cursed pride "I always did have to carry your sorry ass through Every last one of his precious people! He cried clutching and pulling at his hair as he screamed at nothing Fat tears evaporating as they escaped his tear-ducts.
He took one step. He felt the same enormous drain they had He took one more. He took one more. Two tails receded back into him. Too numb to do much more. Three tails vanished Nine paces. When he made it to the bathroom he found a stepping stool. It was right there. Waiting to be used now. He looked in the mirror, staring back at his face.
His four year old face. Please say something to me All he could notice The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been posted. It was no guarantee Tobi hadn't manifested the thing or stolen it but this had the potential to make things far less complicated! He kept on reading. Suddenly he felt a weight settle on his shoulders stumbling forward a little as it settled before he looked to see someone had placed a thick, orange coat over his shoulders. He looked to thank whoever it was when the words died on his lips, replaced by a frown and a glare.
Orochimaru raised a slender eyebrow. I'll walk you home and you can answer some of my questions. One of which being how you know what ' behoove ' means? The youth struggled, hands pulling and pushing at the snakes but with the limbs of a four year old he might as well have been trying to bend steel. Let me out of this. Lets not talk about me.
What fabrications did they stick in your head about Jiraiya? You're young, and confused. You can count that as your saving grace or you'd be in a great deal of pain right now. Orochimaru turned and kept on walking, waiting for a moment before speaking again. What was it they stuck in that head of yours about Jiraiya? Finally, he did speak. What did he look like in these memories of yours? Dressed up like a kabuki, wood sandals and everything.
You learned how to manipulate chakra? With a thought Naruto pushed chakra to his feet Seeing that her charge was in the safe hands of Konoha's snake summoner, the young woman that had been tailing them pulled away, doubling back towards the librarian who was beginning to gather his things as she approached, making as much noise as possible so as to not give the man a heart attack. When he looked up, he was visibly startled to see one of Konoha's normally unseen special operators standing infront of him.
He asked you about a book, what was he inquiring about? He raised up his foot, about to place it on the wall before the sannin's voice stopped him.
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You mentioned summoning, show me the seals. The sannin knelt, getting himself at eye level with the youth pulling out a kunai from his pouch and offering it hilt first. The boy was manipulating him Failing miserably but the effort was there "How bout you and I make a deal?
The snake raised a slender eyebrow he had a feeling he knew where this was going. Officially, nominating a child for early academy enrollment was not, in truth, that big of a deal. The child had been discovered to possess a high degree of proficiency or raw talent in one or various Shinobi arts and, as a military state, the village policy was to hone these abilities early so as not to let them go to waste or be lost due to a normal civilian life being unable to nurse these prodigious talents adecuately.
Unofficially, Naruto was discovering, it was like paining a neon sign over the kids head. He should have guessed really. The two people he knew about from his time period that had gotten an early nomination were Kakashi-sensei and Itachi, and both were comparable monsters when measured against the run of the mill Shinobi. If the nominee turned out to be average or worse yet, sub par, or even injured in the tests of the academy then that person was branded, at the bare minimum, reckless. Both Itachi and Kakashi had been nominated by members of their own families.
But he, the resident Jinchuuriki being nominated by the 'recluse' that was the snake sannin had come, as far as most could tell, completely out of left field and made a lot of civilians and quite a few Shinobi curious and rumors were already starting to float around.
None of which were true. Naruto wouldn't trust that serpent as far as he could throw him, which in his present state wasn't very far at all. The only reason he'd chosen him over the others was because And now he was in a rush. He had to start climbing the shinobi ladder early. The higher his rank the more techniques he'd have access to, the more doors he'd be able to open, the more clearance he'd have. More clearance meant more information and he needed information. That was the key to finding Tobi. He only knew the vaguest of Tobi's acts before the war had broken out.
It hadn't mattered to him where the hell the Uchiha had come from, only what he could do to stop him. And by the time their little plan of going back in time saw itself pushed from the aspect of pipe dream to necessity anyone that could have possibly answered such questions were long since dead or enemies And more than that he needed to get to Tobi before he managed to achieve the insane level of strength he'd gotten during the war.
He needed to warn the Jinchuuriki about him. Him and maybe Akatsuki too if they still existed. He finished off his breakfast, tossing the dish in the sink, promising to clean it out later before he made for the door, ready to leave when he heard a knock. He paused, blinking, wondering who it would be as he reached for the kunai and Shuriken pouches to strap them on.
They'd been given to him, courtesy of Sarutobi.
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So this the one Tsunade had been so hung up on Have you been eating fruits and vegetables like Tsu-chan told you last time we were here? You have that refrigerator stuffed with ramen don't you. And no that wasn't a euphemism. It was actually a novel experience. He'd never had someone walk him to the academy grounds. The Hokage occasionally saw him before he left his apartment when he could spare the time but those times were few and far between and even then he had to head to the tower, not to the academy which was a bit out of the way from his destination, so having someone walk him the whole way there was a real change of pace.
And the company was actually nice to boot. It didn't take him long to realize Dan was a joker, he always had a ready comeback or witty comment. It kinda reminded him of Jiraiya. Though Ero-sennin tended to be more dry sarcasm than witty quips. Its not like we can lose each-other inside this village. That's half the objective here! You wouldn't want to leave Naruto here alone on his first day would you? What about all those voracious little aspiring kunoichi he'll have to contend with?
At those same eyes staring back at him from the opposite side of a battlefield He smiled as brightly as he could, greeting this expression like A lump formed in his throat at the familiar gesture. Naruto let go of Shizune before the hug became awkward, looking up at the building. Was Iruka a sensei here yet? It'd been so long since he'd come around here It'd been so long since this place was around to come to. He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Tsunade standing beside him, a serious frown on her face.
I'll talk things over with Oro-kun and-" "No! I can do it. The whole group turned to find Orochimaru standing not five feet away, seemingly conjuring himself from thin air, smiling with that serpentine upturn of his lips. Orochimaru looked to him, his smirk becoming a little wider. But it is his choice and It was a four year program.
Children entered when they were six or eight, took on the program for four years, graduated and became gennin. Shizune was on her last semester. He'd gotten in when he was six, being an orphan with no income outside of village funded programs and a trustfund left to the Hokage, he'd been eligible for the early enrollment. It was a village hash tag to give orphaned children the "head start" of becoming Shinobi and getting paid as early as possible, a surefire way to keep themselves from starving. In reality, it was the easiest source of new recruits considering how many orphans a military village had.
He'd failed the graduation exam twice and managed to get in on his third which is why his classmates and gennin team had been with people his own age. This time though, this time he was starting absurdly early. The only person that had managed to get in this early was Hatake Kakashi and he was so good he'd managed to graduate in a single year. Getting on a team at age five!
From what he could recall, the only one that could match that was Itachi and even he had gotten in at age six and graduated at age seven. Hopefully, he'd be able to match Kakashi's little feat. The way he saw it, if he could graduate by five, become a gennin, he could be a chuunin as early as six years old, and start training for the jounin trials to take them at eight or nine.
With that rank it would be enough to wiggle himself into some of the village vaults to get access to techniques, techniques that would let him join the hunter nin squad by the time he hit twelve, which is when things should start kicking into the proverbial high gear. The hunter nins, were the elite of the elite. The best any village had to offer they were the ninja, meant to kill other ninja on a daily basis. Konoha, at the height of its power held somewhere around one hundred Gennin, three hundred and fifty to five hundred chuunin, about a hundred and fifty to two hundred jounin and seventy to one hundred Anbu, but they only ever had twenty hunter ninja.
The reason for this was twofold. Firstly because they were just that strong and secondly because a hunter ninja's loyalty must be absolutely beyond question. Given that they had to go on the most high risk missions, tracking down and killing other ninja, some of these A or even S class targets to bring in that money to the village coffers when they killed ninja from other villages that had posted the bounty, these ninja could be, and were in-fact authorized to be gone for months at a time.
Which would suit him perfectly.
Not until much later at any rate. As it was he was staying as far away from Sasuke and Sakura as possible. Avoiding anything that might change them! So he wouldn't meet them, any of them. The kind of freedom the Hunter Nin enjoyedwas exactly what he needed to contact all the other Jinchuuriki, get a bead on Akatsuki and kill Tobi! This was the plan He'll be with us for the next few years we hope. Each of you, for the next class must have read and at least be able to discuss the general theory behind the basic arts of Shinobi combat-" As Naruto took his paper, droning out the teacher he read over the subjects, reassigning his own time period for mastering and learning these assignments.
There aren't many public works on it, given how few ever faced either abilities and survived but he's digging them up, like he's looking for something specific. Though for now, his interest seems to be little more than a passing fancy. I just thought you should know Hokage-sama. Keep me appraised of anything more you find odd. The more information we have, the easier it may be for Inoichi to treat him should it ever be necessary. He'd gotten tired from running up and down stairs. True, for his four year old self these stairs were about the equivalent to some tall sets of bleachers or something that he really had to lift his leg to get up over it but still He needed to get back into shape and quick!
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He moved to step out the door when he felt something tugging at his collar, holding him back from leaving, surprised he paused, turning to look over his shoulder to see young Shizune holding onto him. I knew you'd forget. That's why I came down here! I'm kinda tired Shizune-nee. Without it some of the guards might not let you in if they think you're trying to spy on Konoha teaching methods. Is that what they all thought when they were kids? Spying on the academy. Any spy that came back with the "important" Konoha academy teaching curriculum would probably get stabbed for incompetence.
It was a tab on all prospective Shinobi so that strategists and mathematicians like Shika could properly determine Konoha's potential military growth based on statistical analysis. Along with the academy passing average. If numbers weren't up to snuff, or if the gennin were coming out below standards those ID's and school records would be the first piece of evidence to be gathered really.
Come on, lets get something to eat then I'll walk you home. He didn't want to waste time. He wanted to get the ball rolling and the faster he did that the better. You never really know when the last "Next time" or "Rain-check" really will be the last one He'd learned that one the hard way. He smiled, the warm display as pleasant as ever as he looked at this younger little stranger.
If there's one thing Naruto knew, it was that the Hokage had people watching him. Most of the time it was for his own protection. This time it was for both his protection and to keep an eye on any odd developments he might demonstrate after the 'incident' as Tsunade and Dan had taken to calling it. One thing he couldn't afford was Jiji getting suspicious of him, it would cause him to waste too much time and would make things all sorts of complicated, too complicated.
So, obviously, he needed a place to get away from the prying eyes for a bit. Somewhere he could give his Anbu guards, wherever they were, the proverbial slip for a few minutes. And this place was none other than his own bathroom. It was the one place that none of his guards followed him, not only was it in the middle of the apartment so no one could really get in without walking through the walls and giving away their infiltration through the chakra spike such a technique would require, but there was the more obvious issue of privacy.
In a village full of people that could turn invisible, teleport, see through walls and find a million and one other ways to spy on you without being seen, it was almost an unwritten rule even without the hangups of basic human decency One Ero-sennin hadn't applied to the onsens in his own little version of the rulebook but, to digress. He was now in his bathroom, doing something he was probably better at by this point, than breathing and walking at the same time.
He was rapidly discovering that no matter how much he pushed himself there's only so much a four year old body is capable of. At the very best, he would barely be able to take on a seasoned gennin at this point. He was just too small, he didn't have enough power behind his limbs to throw a kunai or shuriken at blinding speed, or punch someone unconscious.
A full on adult civilian could take his blows with relative ease and his Chakra reserves were nowhere near where they were when he graduated the first time so even his ninjutsu arsenal was limited. He was good enough to pass the academy, that was for damn sure, but not much beyond that.
And seals were more useful than people gave them credit for. He wasn't gonna do a lot, that would draw way too much attention. He wouldn't even do something that would be visible for a while. He was gonna start to condition his body for nature chakra. Nature chakra was a potent, powerful force no matter who wielded it. It wasn't on par with the power he'd wielded when he and Kurama were of one mind One that when mastered, was damn near unstoppable. The problem with nature chakra of course, was its inherent risk. You turned to stone. As a rule, you needed massive reserves of human chakra to even attempt the technique, which was why it was so little known.
Few ninja ever managed to have that much chakra, and those that did had other weapons in their arsenal that made this, little known hermit technique seem like a waste, especially given the amount of control needed, something that people of such reserves, didn't necessarily have in the first place. When one first started training with nature chakra, that was the most dangerous part. Nature was everywhere, all around the person. So the moment one opened themselves up to that power, it was like opening a pair of massive floodgates and the whitewash is what normally took people completely by surprise and turned them to stone.
The key was, learning how to open those floodgates 'just enough' so as to allow the bodies own natural human chakra to "water it down" just right. Too thick and you're half an animal, too thin and its not having any effect. There was no way he was gonna risk turning to a stone statue in the middle of his bathroom before he could even start getting ready for Tobi. He didn't have the chakra, he didn't have that stick to whack himself on the head, he didn't have anything.
All he had was a little seal that would act as a sieve. One that would slowly There was no guarantee it would have any long term effects, but at this stage, until time could bring about its natural changes he would hold out hope that this thing would give him a bit of an edge when it was time to learn to do it properly. He'd traveled through time on more farfetched hopes He finished with a bit of a flourish, blowing lightly on the ink that now decorated his shin to dry it. Few people would look there. It was only a few seconds before he felt that familiar, welcome friend coursing through his veins again.
Lowering the leg of his pants back down, he flushed the toilet to finish the theatrics show before stepping out into the hallway ready to get some sleep. He was gonna meet his last teacher tomorrow. In seven months the boy had burned a way clear through the academy's curriculum. Passing every test ever placed in front of him with flying colors. It was only written exams that seemed to give him any pause, but tests of strength, skill and stealth, especially stealth, he seemed to push right through them as though he should be teaching the instructor.
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There had only ever been a handful of exceptional academy students like this. The prodigal scion of the Uchiha clan heads being the most recent. Hatake Kakashi was the one before him, driven to such lengths by his own intense drive to be better than his father, who had brought shame to the prestige of the Hatake clan name.
Sakumo himself was another exceptional student, but it had only been expected. The Hatake clan was one of the last to join the village system, the last vanguard of the old way, the times of endless, unremitting war. Compared to that, the academy was probably a relaxing warm-up exercise. There were a few others that had managed to demonstrate well enough aptitude to push through the academy in quick succession.
Nothing nearly as exceptional as a single year, but in two, or so, give or take a month. But one thing, Orochimaru knew was that each one of these people, that pushed themselves so hard had one thing in common. They were driven to such extremes. It wasn't by choice, it wasn't by mere, happenstance.
They pushed themselves because something made them believe that they had to do this. That they had something to prove, or accomplish. With the Uchiha it had been a wish to get away from the clan. Fugaku was a strict disciplinarian even by clan standards, the young prodigy had sought the freedom of a gennin team, of missions that would extend their reach beyond the walls of Konoha. The Uchiha had wanted an escape. Hatake had wanted to outrun the memory of his father. Sakumo had wanted to drive himself into the heart of Konoha and plant his clan's proverbial flag as to declare that even though he was not a founder of this village, none would look down or attempt to usurp the prestige of the Hatake a clan that had beaten back both the Senjuu and Uchiha's many times over the years And something was indeed driving him.
He stayed up all night studying ninjutsu scrolls, reading history books, sharpening his kunai, training. It was more than one occasion where Orochimaru and the Anbu guarding him felt compelled to put him to sleep with a genjutsu, ones that, every day were getting increasingly more difficult to pull off.
It would be years before he could, in actuality shrug off one of his sleeping illusions of course. But the fact that he was able to not only detect but offer at least a token resistance was remarkable. He was no slacker when it came to the subtle art of genjutsu. But still, the driving force behind Naruto's sheer Not only that but the ever present hostility he harbored towards him had not abated in the slightest.
All his defenses came up like an iron wall whenever he even heard the sannin's voice.
Coming from a child, who's first impression was a toothless smile and a grubby, drool covered hand reaching for his hair; who with a giggle finally tugged on it hard enough to make him wince it was a startling change for him to witness. In truth he was somewhat bothered by it. Mostly because he knew just how easy such a look could grace many features. Most Sensei knew about, and if he didn't Tsunade did But what he did in his professional life for the sake of the village If Naruto ever knew about those And that did bother him in several ways.
Not the least of which was that whomever had altered Naruto's memories might have at least, an inkling That worried him Still they didn't know He picked up a file, one that was steadily growing in size since he started it seven months ago, pulling free the pad in order to jot down the notes of this last week. He smiled, waving, and smiling a little more when he realized she had reserved a seat for him. Marching up he laughed as she ruffled his hair. Yeah well we'll see how well you handle Zae-sensei. She's the toughest teacher here.
She can't be on my case anymore than Iruka-sensei was when I was here. No jacket like Kiba, a bit thinner than he remembered Kiba being too His dog was definitely a sight bigger than Akamaru had been, reaching the kids knee already, whereas Akamaru had been small enough to prop on Kiba's head. He squinted at the four year old. What the hell did you expect? Naruto helped by continuing to make faces. Before anything more could be said the doors opened. Every student sat in their chairs like they were falling into a regiment's formation.
The woman that marched into the room was She had something akin to a bowl cut hairstyle, like Gai or Lee, only long enough to reach down to her neck, chocolate brown hair, wrinkles that were as carved into her skin as Saru-jiji's, and the most distinguishing feature of all Zae, as he remembered her name, didn't seem to let it affect her at all as she marched up towards her desk, speaking.
It was a joke. One that pissed him off but that he knew quite a few people would have been laughing at. Hell, he'd be laughing at it, if he wasn't the victim that is. So why couldn't he even hear a snicker? He couldn't hear of see any movement. Smiles that were quickly wiped clean. Doesn't that sound nice? The groans seemed to feed that smile. Naruto could somehow tell, this was going to be a very miserable three months. Uzumaki please stay here for a moment I'd rather speak to you in private. He sat and waited, student after student filed out as Zae-sensei gathered her own things getting ready to leave herself.
Finally, as the last of the student's left. You called yourself short while comparing my height to yours. And there is a difference. She stared at him for a second or two before she pulled her glasses free from the bridge of her nose and wiped at them. Might be, you're the first surprise. How bout you go out and play for a few more years, Hmmm? Later is when there won't be time! You're four years old, you shouldn't be in here training how to slice open a man's neck but out there-" She looked like she was about to go on something of a tangent when he interrupted.
But she just didn't understand, no one would understand that he really didn't have any time. Every second was precious. She made a bit of a face, half exasperated, half resigned. We'll see each-other tomorrow then. Zae waited for him to leave before turning her eyes to the side, peering into a corner of the room. He never writes anymore. Oh, a new fic! I look forward to where you're going with this.
BurnNote , Aug 18, So he went back in time, but to an earlier universe. Meaning he can't even stop the war. I'm crying so much omg. Edmulla , Aug 18, Good story can't wait for more. Circle of Nyx , Zoanzon , Axel Fones and 4 others like this. Also, forgot to mention this before but all readers make a mental note of it because this is important: Canon 'power levels' will not be used here. Frankly, the Naruto series degenerated into a mental abortion of fights, strengths and abilities, which came down to, essentially "Who has the biggest ruler to whip out and measure.
Most everything else I am going to completely discard. There will not be any Sandaime Raikage that took on 10, Shinobi for three days, there will not be an invincible Hashirama and a more invincible Madara. But they will all be kill-able. In this fic, a team of chuunin that stack the deck in their favor from the word go with the weather, traps, poison, intel, etc etc CAN feasibly kill an A or S class ninja.
Tactics and brains will decide the fight not DBZ style arbitrary power levels. Shinobi will also reflect their guerilla warfare nature. These are not front-line spearmen. These are not line infantrymen. We're going BACK to the rules that existed before Shippuden came and just decided to screw over its own previously established rules. The more they use it, the less effective they become.
So, again, to reiterate a previous example. The Sandaime Raikage will not be fighting 10, Shinobi for three days. Any Shinobi that tried taking on that many ninja even if he was invulnerable would be dead within an Hour due to the Chakra exhaustion. Hell, villages won't HAVE 10, ninja to throw at a problem. Like I said, these are not line infantry men. And to anyone that says that fighting for an Hour seems a little low, clearly you've never been in a fight that lasts more than 10 minutes.
Hell, I'll be threadmarking this so no one misses it. I don't really want to hear "These guys did X in canon" To be frank and no offense to anyone, I won't care what they could or couldn't do in canon because I grew to detest canon halfway through Shippuden. I'm enjoying the story and find the writing to be of a very high quality. I also really like the changes to canon and look forward to seeing a well-known venue explored in a new light. I have a hard time with Konoha's collective shrugging and giving up on questioning Naruto about the disappearance of the Kyuubi.
He obviously knows more than he is telling. Its in his surprised words and hesitance to trust people that he should. The Kyuubi is gone. From all of their assumptions, it was stolen by someone who then planted a bunch of information in his head that would indicate an absolute penetration of their deepest secrets.
That's like being in the cold war and having all of your nukes disappear, while leaving hints about how JFK died and where Elvis is holed up. That he hasn't been sat down and extensively questioned about the 'false' memories he's been implanted with is criminally incompetent. Passively observing him just doesn't come close to an adequate response. I still like the story, its just more difficult to enjoy. Ralyx , igfry , FridgeViking and 1 other person like this. Zoanzon , Ralyx , Axel Fones and 4 others like this. I've always enjoyed heavily AU stories, and this looks to be a good one.
I look forward to seeing where you take this. Kythorian , Aug 18, It was three weeks before he actually started feeling the first of the effects. He should have expected this really. It was one of the most significant benefits of using nature chakra in the first place. You could detect everybody.
It'd be weird if he didn't remember what it was to feel the full effect of nature chakra coursing through his veins. In his perfected sage mode he could practically feel the fly that landed on the leaf a hundred yards away. He was completely in tune with nature, and that really didn't have a limit. Here and now he could feel some of the chakra signatures around the village. Just a handful for now, the strongest were the ones that stood out the most. Tsunade he recognized immediately, Saru-jiji he had to wait till the old man had gotten to his office and stayed there for a while. He found his Anbu too.
She seemed somewhat familiar so he probably had sensed her somewhere specific during the war but his memory just wasn't being jogged. Maybe she'd guarded him back in his original time or something. As he made his way to the academy he kept on trying to make use of this new little development, sensing the different people here and there and trying to recognize them. Later, with some practice, he'd make a point of pegging the chakra signatures of all the ones that were important to him. That way he could find them no matter what.
It was as he was thinking this, that he felt his Anbu escort with the familiar signature, suddenly fall back, and start turning away. It was a mystery as to why that was when his senses found another signature, this one suppressed, but quickly becoming more apparent to his new found sixth sense as it edged closer.
It made him smile At least one of his old sensei were ok. Nothing, not even she, could ever keep a class of academy students excitement completely suppressed when it came time for Taijutsu matches. It was a practice reserved for the 4th year students about to graduate, the 4th year of course, being the most physically demanding of the curriculum. The other three years were devoted to the more mental aspects of the Shinobi profession. The only physical things done in the first two years was physical conditioning, exercises, tree jumping, handseal practice, etc. Actual Taijutsu, weapon and ninjutsu practice didn't see practical application until the third year, mainly it was practiced on the academy instructors.
It was in the fourth year when students were finally allowed in any official capacity to face off against each-other, that way the instructors could get a clear picture on who stood where in order to properly assign them to teams. The practice was done, normally three times a week, with the schedule randomized so the student's minds and bodies would get used to the prospect of fighting whenever it was asked of them. Of course most kids performed to expectations, the notable Taijutsu powerhouse was, surprisingly not a clan kid, but an orphan.
To be fair though most of the clans were missing from this year. No Aburame, Hyuuga, Yamanaka or Nara.