Disclaimer: First Chapter
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"Haaaah... this is torture..."

"Come on guys, it's a day off and things for the newspaper look great, it's a perfect time to do some running." Naruto chanted as he led the club on some forced training. As in, if they didn't join him then he made them join him.

"Yeah, come on and hurry those legs!"

Yukari was lucky she had short legs, and halfway through she got to hitch a ride on Naruto's shoulders. She was only a little sweat because of that fact, and had ample energy to make fun of the others for their long legs. Naruto might treat her like an adult, thanks to the way she wanted to be treated, but he also accepted the fact that her legs were shorter than everyone else's legs, and thus she needed to run a lot harder to keep up.

"Why am I even doing this..." Kurumu asked herself.

"Why am I doing this?" Tsukune was the worst of them, even when Yukari had been running, she had been running faster than him. 'I'm the only human, no way can I keep up with monsters...' Tsukune mentally complained.

Naruto sneezed.

Mizore had 3 lolipops in her mouth to prevent her from sweating, which was helping her a lot at the moment. Nobody was having fun other than Naruto and Moka, who was actually faster in her sealed form than one would expect of her. It would seem that Moka liked to be active in her sealed mode, unlike what one would expect of her.

"Running is fun, isn't it?" Moka asked Tsukune.

"Of course it is." Tsukune agreed with her. "... but I'm not suited for it." He then mumbled under his breath. He remembered why he was doing this, because Moka wanted to do it.

He wanted to score points.

Inner Moka was showing serious interest in Naruto, he wasn't a fool to deny that. He might not be after Inner Moka, but the fact remains that the Moka that he fell for was the Moka that might not be the real Moka. He didn't know how it worked, but things were pretty weird that the inner girl of the girl he liked, liked another boy, while the outer girl was just friends with him.

'Nice ass.' Mizore was drawing in her journal as she ran, she had a great view where she was running from. 'I can't wait to wrap my legs around him, my feet on that ass, as he puts a baby in me.' Mizore could imagine the scene in her head easily. She had a goal after all, she needed to cement their relationship.

A baby was how that was done, but she wasn't going to be pushy for it just yet. If Naruto didn't put a baby in her by the end of the school year, then she was going to have to be a lot more forceful in their second year. She needed to test the waters right now, see if she could capture his heart without the need to use such methods.

"We're not an athletic club!" Kurumu just shouted as she collapsed onto her boobs and face.

Not JUST her face, her tits hit the ground first.

"Oh... hey, speaking of athletic clubs... I've got a stiff neck from helping the art teacher with some sculpture stuff. I don't remember much about what happened though, I should go to the judo club and beat some of them up to get rid of this stiffness."

"Going to admit, I was confused why art and athletics went together during the first half of that." Tsukune whispered to Moka, and she nodded her head. She had been just as confused as Tsukune when Naruto started that off explanation.

-In the Art Room-

"He... broke my magic... with his muscles."

Ishigami was still in shock, her snake hairs were hissing like crazy. She had gotten Naruto alone in a room, and she told him to strip down so that she could make a statue of him. Of course her snake hairs bit him and turned him to stone, and she could admire his figure as a stone statue. She had thought it was a perfect display of art, since people were still conscious as stone statues usually she could enjoy the girls she turned to stone's crying faces. She had made something like classical greek art, with a nude man flexing his amazing body.

Apparently, Naruto didn't realize he was turned to stone for about 45 minutes, and in his conscious mind he had JUST thought that he was holding still for her. He never even noticed when she bit him, and it had taken a couple of tries for her snakes to actually sink their fangs into him.

"He... he just... flexed his way out of my power... what the fuck... what the... what the actually fuck is his monster species?" Ishigami whispered to herself as she looked at the painting she had done of Naruto when he had been turned into a statue. Now she was going to have to make an ACTUAL statue just to replace the statue that had broken itself into a man. "I... I can't go after Moka with them in the same club, he'll murder me if he figures out the truth." Ishigami realized that Naruto and Moka were both beyond her reach now.

A man who could brute force his way out of being turned to stone, through the sheer flexing of his muscles.

It was bullshit.

"But... he inspires me... like Paris slayed Achilles, or Adonis... I have to capture his beauty and strength in art form more. I need to study him, paint him, capture his image for generations to come." Ishigami was shocked.

But she was more than shocked.

She was enraptured by the strength that could outdo even the art of ages, the ability to make man into statues. She needed to capture his strength and beauty so that she could admire it for her entire life, so that she could admire the man who she could not turn into a statue for her garden of suffering.

"Hah... hahah... his golden hair shines like the Apple of Discord itself, and his eyes are those of Poseiden's blue oceans. Skin as smooth and pure as Aphrodite, and combat power like Ares and Athena... that peach color to his flesh... hahahah!" Ishigami laughed to herself as she came across some startling realizations.

Naruto's monster species.

It made sense, nobody could break her spell other than a god, and he was so perfect that he had to be just that. His monster species was god, which was why he couldn't transform when he fought. Gods weren't allowed to fight non-gods in their god forms, Naruto was forced to fight the vampire in his human form. He could break her powerful magic with just his body, and he perfectly showed each of the traits of the best of the gods.

"Yes, he is a god in human form! A child of Apollo maybe, I don't know, I don't know which of the divine his parents are, but I can't think of any other explanation! Yes, this perfection can't just be something regular monsters can dream of... only I can document him in art... only I know the truth!" Ishigami could only see this as her chance.

She could be the sole, exclusive artist to capture this unknown god in art form, and she could cement enjoy art that only she could ever hope to capture. Unlike simple statues that her species could create of others, only she would be able to appreciate the art of a subject that no other subject could ever compete with.

"I've got to study him, follow him, observe him. See his daily habits, and capture them all in the most artistic ways I can... I need to see every expression he can make and remake them all. This is inspiration, this is what it means to be enthralled by the beauty of a model!" Ishigami couldn't ever imagine herself using a subpar model again for her art. The girl statues that she created all started to transform back into regular girls, passing out on the ground. "I don't need these statues, their beauty pales."

Her cheeks went red as her orgasmic smile graced her face, a deep bubbling urge inside of her for creative art fulfilling her in ways her previous statues could never dream of.

Unknown to Naruto, he gained another stalker.

Chapter End!
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Note: Naruto is human.
Ishigami is just so arrogant that the only species she can imagine breaking her statues through brute force are gods, her misunderstanding was born from her own arrogance.