Hey, everyone! New chapter's out.

It's finally summer, so school won't mess with my priorities as much as it already has.

So, more frequent updates are to be expected.

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They say you can tell what kind of person someone was by watching his actions.

This was what Annabeth Chase learned throughout her time as head counsellor for her Cabin in Camp Half-Blood.

As head counsellor, she has made it a habit to observe the kinesthetic language of her fellow campers in order to determine if they're having problems they aren't willing to share.

Invasive? Perhaps. But everyone here is basically family, so she can afford to be a little doting.

Either way, every single new camper always harbored an air of nervousness and unease when they first arrive. Even the children of Ares, though they hide it under a façade of delinquency. Some children, particularly the young ones, will look around with awestruck expressions and excited smiles, though the nervousness is there nonetheless.

But the new camper, Percy, was different. Very different.

When Annabeth first saw him being escorted by a bewildered Chiron alongside a very curious entourage (Is that FUCKING MADARA?!), she tried to read the boy.

At first glance, the boy walked just like the young kids would. He grinned with delight as he looked at all the dangerous obstacles and mystical creatures that were scattered throughout the premises. But as Annabeth looked at his eyes, that's when she realized that Percy Jackson wasn't like the others.

His eyes were devoid of emotion as they observed every single detail around him like a camera would a crime scene. Those eyes gleamed with an ethereal green light, and they glimmered with a detached curiosity. And when those eyes met her stormy gray ones, the ethereal glimmer vanished, and he immediately looked away.

That entire interaction was what spurned her to volunteer to escort him to the Hermes cabin after he has bid his mother farewell.

She wasn't obsessed. No, just very interested. There's a line there somewhere.

She found him staring at Thalia's tree with an inquisitive gleam in his eyes.

"Percy, was it?", she asked in an attempt to establish a conversation.

Percy's eyes immediately flashed in her direction, the inquisitive gleam was replaced with the same detached curiosity she saw before.

"That's me.", he answered. "Who're you?"

"Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena.", she said. Now that they were this close to each other, she was able to inspect him clearly this time.

He sported short obsidian black hair that reached the tip of his earlobe. He had caramel colored skin, and he sported a swimmer's build, from what she could tell. However, what she paid most attention to was his attire, specifically his hoodie.

"Really?", she asked, her tone devoid of any sort of amusement. "Oppai?"

"Don't judge me, you normie.", he hissed, clearly affronted. "Clearly you're not a woman of culture."

"Not a woman of culture?", she repeated angrily. "I'm the daughter of Athena. I breath culture."

"Well, it's the wrong kind of culture.", he spoke spitefully.

Annabeth sputtered indignantly for a second, before she gave up entirely.

"I can already tell I'm gonna hate you."

"I could say the same, normie."

"Can you stop calling me that, please?"

"Child of Athena, huh?", Percy asked.

"Yes.", she answered in a clipped tone.

"How where you born?", he asked bluntly.

"What do you mean how was I born?", she asked irritably.

"Well, Athena is a virgin goddess. So, unless she decided to discard the V-card, then-"

"I refuse to answer that question.", she interrupted, her tone making it apparent she won't humor him with a response

Percy just grinned deviously. He's having so much fun screwing with Annabeth that he completely forgot he's supposed to be afraid of beautiful women.

'Wait, why am I supposed to be afraid of women? Is that just a pathetic attempt to nerf me so that I don't completely ruin the story by becoming a Gary Stu?', he thought deeply to himself.

"Hey, Annabeth!", a loud and raucous voice pulled him straight out of his thoughts.

He turned and was three large individuals running towards them. They were sporting the iconic Camp-Half Blood shirt everyone was wearing, but they wore a leather vest over it. They were all tall, like basketball player tall, and they sported well-muscled builds. The most eye-catching thing about them, however, were their rather unpleasant sneers.

The one in the middle, clearly the leader, seemed even more vicious then the other two. She sported long, thin lusterless hair and dark, beady-looking eyes. Said eyes looked at him with a strange mixture of hostility and glee.

"So, this is the new guy?", she asked, her voice rough and course.

Annabeth sighed, more than a little irked.

"Yes, this is Percy Jackson. Percy Jackson, meet Clarisse La Rue. She's a daughter of Ares.", she introduced them, though her tone could've been a little more lively.

Percy just peered up at Clarisse, who grinned viciously at him. He held his gaze for a full minute, before he decided to speak.

"Wait…you're a woman?", he asked in genuine disbelief. Clarisse's grin died immediately and was replaced with a face of pure outrage.

Percy's eyes then widened in terror, and he started shaking.

"Oh no…I accidently misgendered someone.", he muttered, his tone fearful and disturbed. "That's worse than sexual assault nowadays."

He then looked at Clarisse, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I really didn't. I'm so sorry. It must've hurt so much when I assumed your gender.", he apologized tearfully, before he started mumbling incoherently to himself.

Clarisse's eyebrows were twitching erratically at this point. It doesn't help that a small crowd of demigods had formed around them. It most certainly also doesn't help that she could hear a few of them snickering, Annabeth being one of them. Eventually, she lost her patience.

"Shut up!", she shrieked in fury. When everybody went silent, she turned to Percy, her eyes shining with an enraged mania.

"You think you're funny, huh? When I initiate you, only I will be laughing, you little punk.", she promised, her voice an indignant hiss.

"Initiate?", Percy asked, clearly confused. He turned to Annabeth for an answer.

"She's gonna shove your head down a toilet bowl until she grows bored. Don't worry, she does that to everyone who's new.", she dismissed casually.

"Really?", he said impassively.

"Yup.", she answered, tone still casual.

"To everyone?"

"Besides me, and the ones who came before her."

"And how long ago has she been doing that?"

"Around 3 years ago. So, 2010."

"Does Chiron know?"

"…No, why?"

"As 'head counsellor', aren't you supposed to be reporting this to Chiron? Since it's, I don't know, your fucking job?", he asked sarcastically.

Annabeth stood stock still for a good 30 seconds.

"I didn't think of that.", she replied, blushing in embarrassment. The crowd around her was much the same.

"You know, for a child of Wisdom, you're pretty dull, aren't you?", Percy drawled.

"Shut up!", she shouted indignantly, cheeks red with both anger and embarrassment.

Percy would've continued, if it weren't for the fist headed straight for the back of his head.

Clarisse was grinning cruelly as she attempted to cave the boy's head in with her bare hands. She was already infuriated with the boy for misgendering her, but to ignore her as well? The boy was dead, for sure.

So, imagine her surprise when the boy caught her fist without even looking at her.

Her jaw dropped, her expression one of pure bewilderment. Annabeth was both horrified and completely shocked. Horrified that Clarisse would attack someone so violently for no reason, especially with their back turned, and shocked that Percy could thwart such an attack without even looking.

The crowd was just awed, with some of the ladies smiling a bit to widely.

Percy twisted to Clarisse's direction, still clutching her hand in a vice-like grip. He peered at her like how a MMA fighter would look at a street thug, unimpressed and completely uninterested.

"Can you not?", he asked flatly.

Clarisse just stared, still shocked to the core. No one had dismissed her quite like this before, not even her father. Then she felt white-hot rage begin to bubble within her.

She let out a wild, inhuman roar as she raised her other fist to strike Percy down. Her fist buried itself into his left cheek, and she grinned madly. Except, Percy didn't budge.

She might as well have just placed the palm of her hand on his face. All the rage within her evaporated in an instant, the shock and fear crawling back into her like a serpent.

"Daughter of Ares, was it?", Percy asked casually, but there was steel behind that tone. His emerald eyes began to glint feverishly, as if warning her to tread carefully.

She didn't have anymore time to think before Percy struck her in the abdomen with two fingers. She barely registered the throbbing pain before she was sent hurtling back like a ragdoll.

"GAH!", she grunted painfully as she landed unceremoniously on the ground up to 20 meters away. She stood up shakily, her form quivering in pain as she clutched her bruised stomach. Blood sluggishly dripped out of her mouth as she weakly glared at Percy, who was walking towards her with a casual gait.

"You act like you are above everyone else, yet you wish for their respect, don't you?", he accused, his eyes stern and unyielding. Even his sarcastic drawl changed, having been replaced with an arrogant and rather sovereign tone of voice.

"You wish to lead, yet you beat down on those you perceive to be beneath you? A leader's strength stems from the faith of his people. You wish to lead these people, I know. Your mind is open to beings like me. Yet, you think people will put their faith in you after all you've done?", he asked, his interrogative tone bearing down on Clarisse, who at this point lost all of her rage. This person's words somehow affected her, despite them meeting only moments ago. She refused to look up from the ground, his words burrowing deep into her soul somehow.

Percy looked at her, before he huffed and left. As he walked towards his past the Hermes cabin towards the beach, he spoke aloud to the crowd.

"Heed my words, children of gods. You are all destined to be heroes, like your ancestors. These ancient heroes became legends through their actions, yet we tend to forget something. These heroes had the faith of either the gods or their comrades placed on their shoulders. It is most certainly because of that faith that they became something more than what they were. So, cherish the people around you, for their faith will ensure your success.", he spoke with sincerity as he walked toward the setting sun, leaving behind an awestruck and silent audience.

Chapter 4, over!

I'll try to write longer chapters next time. Also, I changed the present timeline to 2013. It only makes sense because I've introduced Madara, who was only incorporated in the Naruto Shippuden anime last 2013. I also plan to introduce more characters who were only recently introduced. Just a heads up.

Also, since the subject of characters was brought up, let me know if you have any characters you want incorporated in the story via Percy's reality warping powers.

Anyways, see you next time!