One Month in the World of Pain and Growth
Inside this strange world, time flowed differently. A month had passed.
And Peter Parker had become someone new.
Pain.
Healing.
Laughter.
It was a cycle now.
At first, Peter had resisted. He thought suffering had to be endured in silence, that a true warrior was serious.
But Naruto taught him otherwise.
"You're taking yourself too seriously, Pete." Naruto said as he dropped Peter to the ground—again.
Peter groaned. "Yeah? Well, maybe it's because I keep getting my ribs turned into dust!"
Naruto grinned, crouching beside him. "And yet, you keep getting back up."
Peter blinked.
Naruto chuckled. "The pain's gonna come whether you like it or not. But if you learn to laugh through it, it won't own you."
And so—Peter learned to laugh.
The first time he managed to dodge a knee strike, he laughed.
When he got thrown into a tree and landed like a ragdoll, he laughed.
It was insane.
But—it worked.
He stopped flinching when the pain came. He stopped fearing it.
And for the first time—he started having fun.
Peter didn't how to use his webs. Naruto made that very clear.
"Right now, your webs are just tools," Naruto explained as he wove chakra through a strand of Peter's webbing, making it glow with an eerie blue light. "But they should be an extension of you."
Peter watched as Naruto flicked his wrist, sending the web writhing like a living thing, stretching and retracting in response to his will.
Peter's eyes widened. "You—You can control it just like that?"
Naruto grinned. "With practice, so can you."
And so, the training began.
Week 1: Chakra Webbing Basics
Peter learned to channel chakra into his webs, making them tougher, stickier, and more flexible.
He learned how to change the elasticity, making them bouncy like rubber or as rigid as steel cables.
He even learned to make them conduct electricity, shocking anything they touched.
But it was hard.
Controlling chakra was like trying to hold water in your hands. It kept slipping out, wasting energy.
Naruto's solution?
Throw him off cliffs.
Literally.
"WHAT THE HELL, NARUTO?!" Peter screamed as he plummeted from a mountain-sized tree.
Naruto, sitting comfortably on a branch, yelled back. "Figure it out before you hit the ground!"
Peter's instincts screamed at him to shoot a web—but the moment he tried, it snapped like a twig.
He panicked.
Then—THUD.
He hit the ground.
Hard.
Healing warmth flooded his body instantly, fixing his shattered bones.
Peter groaned. "I hate you so much right now."
Naruto cackled. "Again."
And so—Peter kept falling.
Until, finally—
He got it.
Webbing shot out, but this time, he willed his chakra through it—reinforcing it.
And instead of snapping—
It held.
Peter swung back up, landing safely on a branch.
Naruto gave him a thumbs-up. "See? Told you you'd figure it out."
Peter huffed. "You're evil."
Naruto grinned. "And you're improving."
Week 2: Shaping and Hardening the Webs
Peter learned how to mold his webs into different shapes—shields, swords, spears, even a bo staff that could hold its form for a few minutes.
He learned how to coat his hands and feet in chakra-infused webbing, giving him enhanced grip and making his punches hit harder.
He created shock-absorbing web armor, wrapping himself in a second skin of webbing to soften heavy blows.
Naruto tested this by throwing boulders at him.
Peter barely had time to react before a car-sized rock came flying toward his face.
"OH COME ON—"
BOOM!
He went flying.
Peter groaned as his body healed again.
He sat up. "Did I at least block it?"
Naruto gave him an approving nod. "Almost. Try again."
Peter grinned.
Week 3: Mobility and Battle Application
Peter refined his web-swinging with chakra, making it faster and smoother.
He learned how to stick to the air itself, using tiny chakra threads to balance midair for a few seconds.
He practiced snaring opponents mid-fight, combining his speed with his new webbing control.
Naruto made him practice by **forcing him to fight clones—**while swinging through a forest of spikes.
One wrong move? He'd be impaled.
Peter panicked at first—then he laughed.
This was insane.
And he loved it.
One month.
It felt like years.
Peter wasn't the same anymore.
He could fall from space like it was nothing.
He had tested it.
Naruto had dropped him from orbit one day, just to see how well he could adapt.
The first few times? Panic.
The wind resistance, the flames engulfing his body, the overwhelming force of reentry—it should have killed him.
But it didn't.
His body handled the heat, his chakra-coated webbing let him steer himself mid-fall, and when he finally hit the ground, he landed on his feet.
Like nothing happened.
The first time he did it, he just stood there, eyes wide.
He could barely process it.
Naruto had just smirked. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid."
And that's when Peter understood.
He wasn't just Spider-Man anymore.
He was something more.
There was no room for fear in this world.
At first, he had been hesitant—monsters were different than criminals.
They were bigger. Meaner. Stronger.
The first demon he fought snapped his spine in half.
Peter screamed—before he instantly healed and got back up.
Naruto had just chuckled. "Again."
And again.
And again.
By the end of the second week, Peter wasn't afraid anymore.
By the end of the month, he could fight monsters without hesitation.
His fists hit harder, his webs cut through flesh, and his body moved faster than his enemies could react.
It wasn't about winning or losing anymore.
It was about improving.
And Peter Parker was improving fast.
Peter had been broken every single day.
Not just by Naruto—but by Naruto's clones, each fighting in different styles.
And all of them were nightmares.
1. The Clone Style
It was hell.
Naruto's clones could overwhelm him with sheer numbers, striking from every angle at once.
No matter how fast Peter was—they were faster.
Even his Spider-Sense couldn't keep up.
He had to adapt, to use his environment, to predict attacks before they happened.
At first, he was helpless.
Now?
Now, he could fight hundreds of Naruto's clones at once and still hold his ground.
2. The Golden Form Style
Naruto's golden form was unstoppable.
It wasn't just power.
It was perfection.
His punches were absolute, his speed was beyond comprehension, and his movements were flawless.
It was like fighting a god.
And Peter had to learn how to survive it.
He was beaten.
Broken.
Crushed.
Every. Single. Day.
And yet, with every fight, he got faster. Stronger. More resilient.
He didn't win—but he stopped losing instantly.
And that was enough.
3. The Elemental Style
The worst.
Naruto could become fire, lightning, wind, water, and earth itself.
Peter would punch him—only to have his fist pass through air.
He would try to web him—only for the webbing to freeze and shatter.
And when Naruto attacked?
It was like fighting the planet itself.
There was no blocking.
There was no dodging.
There was only adapting.
By the end of the month, Peter could react faster than ever.
His Spider-Sense was sharper.
His body knew what to do before he did.
It wasn't about winning—it was about survival.
And Peter had survived.
Peter's stats were already beyond the older Spider-Man.
His strength.
His speed.
His endurance.
All of it was greater.
But he still couldn't win against him in a fight.
Why?
Experience.
The older Spider-Man had years of battle instincts.
Peter had months.
But that was changing.
With every fight, every beatdown, every lesson—
Peter was catching up.
And soon?
Soon, even he knew—
He would surpass him.
Peter hadn't just gotten stronger.
He had evolved.
He could strengthen his body with chakra, making his muscles denser and his bones unbreakable.
He could use minor illusions, confusing enemies and manipulating perception.
He had learned basic jutsu from different elements—
Fire for quick bursts of destruction.
Water for movement and redirection.
Earth for reinforcement and shielding.
Wind for sharp, cutting strikes.
Lightning for speed and stunning effects.
He wasn't just Spider-Man anymore.
He was something more.
Something greater.
Every. Single. Day.
His bones were broken.
His mind was shattered.
His spirit was tested.
Naruto had tortured him.
And yet—he never let Peter fall into darkness.
When the pain became too much, Naruto's words kept him anchored.
"You're not training for fun, Peter. You're training for your family."
"You're training for your future."
"If you want to protect the ones you love—you must be willing to suffer."
Peter never forgot.
And when the training got harder—
He smiled.
Because now?
Now, he was ready.
New York City – Rooftop of an Abandoned Warehouse
The city hummed below as two figures stood on opposite ends of the rooftop, watching each other carefully.
The younger Peter Parker, clad in a new, sleeker Spider-Man suit infused with chakra-enhanced webbing, narrowed his eyes. He had trained for a month—enduring pain, pushing past his limits, evolving beyond what he thought was possible.
And now?
He was ready to test himself against the original.
Across from him, the older Spider-Man—the veteran, the experienced fighter—cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders.
"You sure about this, kid?" he asked. "I mean, I respect the confidence, but… well, I've been doing this a long time."
The younger Peter smirked. "That's exactly why I want to fight you. To see where I stand."
The older Peter sighed. "Alright then. But don't say I didn't warn you."
FWIP!
The younger Peter shot forward, faster than ever.
His foot lashed out in a Muay Thai-style low kick, aiming to shatter the older Peter's balance.
But—
The veteran Spidey jumped over it effortlessly, flipping mid-air.
"You're quick," he admitted, "but I've been dodging kicks since before you were born!"
Before the younger Peter could react, a web shot out—
FWIP!
And wrapped around his ankle.
YANK!
The younger Peter slammed into the rooftop.
BAM!
He groaned, rolling onto his feet—but the older Spider-Man was already in his face.
A right hook.
The younger Peter barely dodged, his Spidey-Sense flaring—but then a left hook came immediately after.
BAM!
The punch sent him skidding across the rooftop.
"Not bad, kid, but you're still relying too much on raw speed."
The younger Peter wiped his mouth.
He's faster than I expected.
No—he's just predicting my moves.
Naruto had warned him. Experience trumps raw strength.
He couldn't just rely on his new power.
He had to outthink the older Spidey.
He took a deep breath.
Time to play smart.
He lunged again—but this time, he didn't go for a direct attack.
Instead, he fired two chakra-infused webs, curving them around the older Peter.
The older Spider-Man's eyes narrowed.
"Nice try—"
But then—
The webs exploded into blinding smoke.
"Wait—what the—?!"
The older Peter's Spidey-Sense flared, but it was too late.
The younger Peter was already behind him—
CRACK!
A powerful axe kick slammed onto his shoulder.
"Ugh!"
The older Peter stumbled—but didn't fall.
Instead—
He rolled with the impact, flipping mid-air.
And when he landed?
His foot lashed out instantly.
BAM!
A Taekwondo-style spinning heel kick smashed into the younger Peter's face.
The force sent him flying into a water tower.
CRASH!
The younger Peter coughed, shaking his head.
He adapted so fast…
He barely had time to move before—
FWIP!
A web latched onto his chest.
The older Peter yanked him forward—and the moment he was pulled in, a knee struck his stomach.
BAM!
Then—a swift judo throw.
SLAM!
The younger Peter's back hit the ground hard.
"Alright, kid—" The older Peter landed on top of him, pinning him with a perfect Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu mount.
The younger Peter struggled—but he couldn't move.
"You've got skills, I'll give you that," the older Peter said. "But you still hesitate. You still think too much."
The younger Peter gritted his teeth.
"That's why—"
The older Peter's elbow crashed into his ribs.
"—you're not ready yet!"
BAM!
And with that final hit—the younger Peter blacked out.
When the younger Peter woke up, he was lying on the rooftop, staring at the night sky.
The older Peter was sitting nearby, arms crossed.
"You did good, kid," he said, smirking. "Better than I expected. Honestly? If you had more experience, I think you might've actually beaten me."
The younger Peter sat up slowly, rubbing his head.
"But I didn't," he muttered.
The older Peter laughed. "Nope. But you learned something today, didn't you?"
The younger Peter thought about it.
Naruto had warned him.
Experience always wins.
He had all the power, all the speed—but he didn't have the instincts yet.
The older Peter saw through him. Trapped him. Outplayed him.
He sighed. "Yeah… I learned a lot."
The older Peter stood up, stretching. "Good. Because next time, I won't hold back."
The younger Peter smirked.
"Next time… I won't either." Peter meant it as he hadn't used any of his jutsu.