I think I passed out shortly after my memories being returned to me. Despite that, I couldn't sleep- not for long, at any rate, as my dreams were haunted by nightmares. Tonight, in particular, I was in the dark place- frozen, as I locked eyes with him.
"Death doesn't dismiss you from your service, boy." He would mutter, lifting me in the air while gripping my neck-
It was all I could do not to scream, as consciousness returned to me as I heard the rumble of thunder outside and I stilled, automatically adopting a pose that would ensure that I could snap into motion at any moment while at the same time looking for all intents and purposes as though I was asleep as I tried to make sense of what was constricting my neck.
. . .
Now Playing: Night Theme
Oh. Izumi. Little, precious, innocent Izumi. Clutching someone like me like a lifeline in her futon, as she'd elected to sleep with me and not take no for an answer.
[You have suffered a nightmare. The effects of your rest have been halved.], the window briefly informed me as I breathed in deeply, shifting so that I could effectively breathe with Izumi there.
Closing my eyes once more and listened to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, I called up the [Status] window.
Fuma Tomo, R̴̷̶̴̶̶̷̷̴̸̸̶̵̶̶̸̶̵̴̴̴̷̸̶̶̴̸̵̵̶̵̸̵̷̷̸̴̶̶̷̸̵̸̸̶̸̶̴̶̷̷̴̴̶̶̸̷̵̵̶̸̸̵̷̵̷̸̵̶̶̴̵̶̶̸̴̷̴̵̴̵̶̴̷̺̰͈̱̬͚̠̼̽̈́̏͋̓̇̂̍͋̿ͅò̶̴̷̵̷̸̸̴̷̵̵̷̸̸̸̶̸̶̸̶̸̵̶̵̶̶̶̶̶̶̵̵̶̷̵̵̴̴̶̵̸̶̷̸̸̶̷̶̶̴̷̶̵̷̸̴̵̷̴̵̴̸̶̷̸̵̴̶̴̷̸̵̷̴̷̶̶̸̸̶̵̴̶̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̶̵̶̸̩̠̳͍̬̭̣̹͖͆̑̎̏̑͆̓̑͘͜͝o̵̵̵̶̴̸̴̸̶̸̶̵̸̵̷̷̷̸̸̵̶̷̴̴̶̶̵̴̴̵̷̵̶̶̷̶̴̸̴̶̶̷̶̴̴̸̵̵̵̴̵̴̶̴̷̶̴̴̴̷̷̶̷̸̵̶̸̷̷̴̴̸̷̸̸̶̵̶̸̴̴̴̷̶̧͈̺̦͍̺̪̲͈͆̈́̍͒̎̅̔̕͠͝t̶̵̶̸̶̴̴̵̴̸̸̶̸̸̵̴̶̴̸̴̸̷̴̷̶̴̷̶̸̵̴̸̶̴̷̶̴̶̶̶̸̶̷̶̶̸̵̷̵̷̵̷̶̴̸̴̴̵̸̵̷̴̸̶̸̴̴̴̷̴̶̶̵̴̵̸̶̵̢͕̗͚̦͇̟͇̅̋̀̏̀̈́͗̋͝ ̷̸̵̸̶̷̵̶̷̸̴̶̸̸̵̶̶̶̸̸̸̸̴̵̸̵̶̴̷̸̴̶̸̶̴̵̵̴̴̴̴̶̶̴̷̴̸̵̶̸̶̴̵̴̵̴̸̶̸̸̵̷̶̶̵̸̴̵̴̵̵̸̵̵̷̶̸̷̷̷̷̵̴̴̡̣̲̣͇͖̖̞͒̋̀̄͌͒̃̍͝͠ͅỞ̷̸̴̷̵̸̶̵̷̶̷̴̷̵̶̸̵̵̸̷̶̴̵̶̷̷̵̵̴̵̵̶̷̶̵̸̴̴̵̵̶̷̴̵̶̶̸̴̷̵̵̴̴̸̸̷̸̵̶̴̷̴̷̸̶̸̷̸̶̷̷̴̶̵̶̷̴̶̵̷̶̷̴̷̢̡͙͇̻̠̣͈̤̦͓̋͛̓͛̏̚p̴̷̷̵̷̸̴̷̶̶̶̴̸̸̶̴̴̸̶̸̶̵̷̶̴̵̷̸̸̴̶̷̶̴̵̴̴̴̸̸̷̵̸̷̸̷̵̴̸̴̸̷̴̸̸̶̴̴̴͚̻͔̯̘̀͊̑̎̓̓̓ȩ̵̶̶̴̶̸̸̶̸̶̷̷̷̴̴̴̴̸̸̶̴̶̷̸̵̷̴̸̸̸̸̶̴̶̵̸̷̸̸̵̷̶̶̵̵̵̶̴̶̷̴̴̴̸̵̶̶̶̶̤̘̱̜̓̿̏͋͘͜͝ŗ̸̴̴̵̷̸̴̷̶̶̸̷̴̸̷̴̶̸̵̷̸̵̶̴̴̵̸̶̴̶̵̴̶̴̶̵̷̸̴̸̴̸̶̶̴̴̸̴̸̸̸̷̸̶̵̷̶̴̶̴̶̸̴̶̷̷̶̶̸̷̵̷̸̶̴̷̶̴̵̴̸̴̴̷̢̡͇̝͙̲̹̝̈̔͌̑͊͛̄͂͊̚a̸̸̶̸̸̷̸̵̸̷̵̸̵̷̴̴̸̸̷̷̶̵̸̶̵̵̵̶̶̴̴̴̸̴̵̴̶̵̷̴̴̵̸̵̴̸̴̶̴̷̴̶̶̴̶̷̴̷̷̷̵̴̷̷̷̷̴̸̸̸̴̸̶̴̵̧̧̞̜͇̼̠̩͈͛̉̑̀̅̓̚t̷̷̶̴̸̷̸̸̷̷̸̴̶̸̸̷̸̶̵̴̴̴̶̸̷̸̵̵̷̷̷̷̵̴̶̸̴̷̸̸̷̸̴̸̵̵̷̴̷̵̴̴̴̵̶̵̶̷̴̸̵̴̴̶̸̷̵̵̴̸̷̡͈͕̙̟̫̅͐̔̓̈̄̋̕͜ͅī̷̵̷̵̶̸̵̴̵̷̸̵̸̶̷̶̴̸̵̶̸̵̴̶̸̸̶̵̷̶̴̴̷̷̵̶̵̴̸̴̶̴̶̴̵̶̵̶̶̷̵̴̸̴̵̷̶̵̵̷̸̸̵̴̸̶̴̴̶̶̸̷̶̴̶̵̶̷̶̸̴̴̷̵̡̺̦̫͕̱̞̻̆̔̑͗̓̿̃̎̚ͅv̴̸̵̶̵̷̶̷̴̴̵̸̴̵̵̵̵̶̶̴̶̸̵̸̶̵̷̸̵̷̷̶̵̴̸̸̷̵̸̶̷̶̶̷̴̷̶̴̷̵̵̷̷̵̷̸̴̶̶̷̴̴̵̴̷̴̸̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̷̷̷̷̸̷̷̴̷̸̢̘̩̫͇̯̜̜̙̭̾̀͒̋̎̓̕̚͝e̸̵̴̶̷̴̴̷̵̷̷̵̸̸̷̵̶̴̵̵̸̶̵̴̷̸̴̸̴̴̷̶̷̷̴̷̸̶̶̷̷̶̶̴̷̸̷̶̵̶̵̵̷̶̵̸̴̴̸͈̙̗̜̼͊͗̅͊́̆͜, Level 11
I shivered at that particular reminder. 'Hide all elements of the menu that contain the R̴̷̶̴̶̶̷̷̴̸̸̶̵̶̶̸̶̵̴̴̴̷̸̶̶̴̸̵̵̶̵̸̵̷̷̸̴̶̶̷̸̵̸̸̶̸̶̴̶̷̷̴̴̶̶̸̷̵̵̶̸̸̵̷̵̷̸̵̶̶̴̵̶̶̸̴̷̴̵̴̵̶̴̷̺̰͈̱̬͚̠̼̽̈́̏͋̓̇̂̍͋̿ͅò̶̴̷̵̷̸̸̴̷̵̵̷̸̸̸̶̸̶̸̶̸̵̶̵̶̶̶̶̶̶̵̵̶̷̵̵̴̴̶̵̸̶̷̸̸̶̷̶̶̴̷̶̵̷̸̴̵̷̴̵̴̸̶̷̸̵̴̶̴̷̸̵̷̴̷̶̶̸̸̶̵̴̶̷̷̵̶̴̵̵̶̵̶̸̩̠̳͍̬̭̣̹͖͆̑̎̏̑͆̓̑͘͜͝o̵̵̵̶̴̸̴̸̶̸̶̵̸̵̷̷̷̸̸̵̶̷̴̴̶̶̵̴̴̵̷̵̶̶̷̶̴̸̴̶̶̷̶̴̴̸̵̵̵̴̵̴̶̴̷̶̴̴̴̷̷̶̷̸̵̶̸̷̷̴̴̸̷̸̸̶̵̶̸̴̴̴̷̶̧͈̺̦͍̺̪̲͈͆̈́̍͒̎̅̔̕͠͝t̶̵̶̸̶̴̴̵̴̸̸̶̸̸̵̴̶̴̸̴̸̷̴̷̶̴̷̶̸̵̴̸̶̴̷̶̴̶̶̶̸̶̷̶̶̸̵̷̵̷̵̷̶̴̸̴̴̵̸̵̷̴̸̶̸̴̴̴̷̴̶̶̵̴̵̸̶̵̢͕̗͚̦͇̟͇̅̋̀̏̀̈́͗̋͝ ̷̸̵̸̶̷̵̶̷̸̴̶̸̸̵̶̶̶̸̸̸̸̴̵̸̵̶̴̷̸̴̶̸̶̴̵̵̴̴̴̴̶̶̴̷̴̸̵̶̸̶̴̵̴̵̴̸̶̸̸̵̷̶̶̵̸̴̵̴̵̵̸̵̵̷̶̸̷̷̷̷̵̴̴̡̣̲̣͇͖̖̞͒̋̀̄͌͒̃̍͝͠ͅ word.'
[Proceeding with this action will unequip the current Title. Substitute Title?]
I stayed for several minutes like that, just staring at that screen behind my eyelids. I wanted to forget. I wanted to let it all go and just treat it all as though it was a bad dream. But how could I forget?
Glancing at my level, I mentally laughed bitterly. Level 11. This time around, I'd lost a whole 5 levels from level 16. 5 levels worth of children beaten within an inch of their lives.
As it turns out, beating people down grants you a lot of exp. Like, twice a daily quest's worth of exp.
...killing people grants even more exp.
And whereas before I thought that levelling was purely linear, I instead found out that upon reaching level 10, I was granted 10 skill points instead of the initial 5.
I couldn't let myself forget that. Couldn't let myself forget what I'd done.
'Equip the Assassin Title.'
Quietly feeling the exhaustion recede slightly, I huffed out a breath. I was probably going to be keeping this title on for a long time. Because between the title I'd just hidden, and going around with a title that called me a kid…
After what I'd done, a kid was something that I was way past. I shouldn't be around children, period.
Quietly, I scanned the rest of my status.
Fuma Tomo, Assassin (The Gamer), Level 11
Health Points (HP): 30/30
Chakra Pool (CP): 30/30
Experience Points (Exp): 0/1100
Money: 0 Ryo
STR: 5
VIT: 3
DEX: 8+5
INT: 6
WIS: 4+5
CHA: 3
CC: 6+6%
LCK: 5
Status: Fatigued
Points to Spend: 60
Questions Unasked: 6
[Skills] – 20 (!)
[Jutsu] – 7
[Boons] – 2
[Titles] – 3
Pathetic stats aside, I noticed that there was an issue with my current skills. As I scanned them, I began to notice that some of my skills had that same warning sign that the skill menu had. Apparently, my Sprinting Lv.20, Deception Lv.21, Stealth Lv.30, Pain Resistance Lv.33, Exhaustion Resistance Lv.12, Shurikenjutsu Training Lv.33, Eavesdropping Lv.15 and Meditation Lv.18skills were all warning me of the same thing, though not telling me what.
'...fine, I guess I'm using a question on this. What's wrong with my skills?'
[Warning: Skill Lvl is capped at multiple of primary attribute. While stats are reduced, Skill Level will be adjusted.]
Interestingly, Ricochet also had a warning sign, but instead presented me with [Warning: Skill Lvl is capped at half of the main skill level. While Primary Skill Level is reduced, Secondary Skill Level will be adjusted.]
...I was far too weary to deal with this bullshit.
Quietly scanning the list of skills involved, I decided to tentatively attempt to start putting point into things that I knew would work, or that at least I wouldn't end up regretting. Ever so slowly, as though I was handling a dropper, I began putting points into DEX. At the 7th point poured in, Stealth stopped being problematic. Another 2 points saw my Shurikenjutsu Training and Ricochet also return to normal.
When I trained these skills, I didn't have these issues because I had 50 more skill points to play around with, damn it. Does this mean I'm either condemned to be a generalist, or be unable to improve at all in some of these things?
That's… depressing, honestly.
With a sigh, I went and began arranging points into things that I hoped would make the warning signs disappear, also based on my previous stats, and after some thought, I ended up also putting 10 points in INT and 2 in CHA, if only because they had been, long ago, my comfort stats- I liked being smart and using chakra. Ultimately, I ended up like this;
Fuma Tomo, Assassin (The Gamer), Level 11
Health Points (HP): 60/60
Chakra Pool (CP): 50/50
Experience Points (Exp): 0/1100
Money: 0 Ryo
STR: 11
VIT: 6
DEX: 18+5
INT: 18
WIS: 10+5
CHA: 5
CC: 12+18%
LCK: 5
Status: Fatigued
Points to Spend: 21
Questions Unasked: 5
[Skills] – 20 (!)
[Jutsu] – 6
[Boons] – 2
[Titles] – 3
Notably, Pain Resistance had not stopped flashing, but I also wasn't that much willing to put as many points into VIT; most of the reason they'd ended up there was because I had gotten a few too many brushes with death where my points just auto-dumped in there to prevent me from dying.
...why do I have 6 jutsu?
As I browsed the Jutsu menu, I noticed that there were only 4 jutsu- 5 if you counted Versatile Weight, but despite having unlocked it I technically didn't have it because i wasn't good enough at Calligraphy. Otherwise, the list was just composed of Miniature Mandala , Transformation Lv.4, Blade Projection Lv.1, and Chakra Grasp Lv.28, which for all that its name was cool was just what the system renamed the Leaf Sticking Exercise skill when I began using it on things… well, other than leaves.
I had no idea how the principle of that was supposed to apply to water though, to be honest.
Still… ugh. It meant, then, that dying again had unlocked a new jutsu in the Karma section. And right now… I really didn't have it in me to deal with it.
Your Skill Level has increased!
Meditation, Lv. 19
Your ability to meditate, calming the mind and soothing the spirit, allowing a faster recovery of your Chakra Pool.
And I was also just about done with the menu after staring at the back of my eyelids for what felt like at least an hour, and I didn't feel any more inclined to go back to sleep than I did before.
Quietly putting my hands in a Dog-Boar-Ram combination of seals, I felt a minute portion of my chakra drain away as I rolled away in the form of a small orb, escaping Izumi's grasp before swiftly returning to human form.
Sneaking into my own home with what little night vision I'd acquired over the years, I began just quietly making my way around the house, noting this and that, such as a piece of pottery that had been replaced, or a hole in a wall, presumably made by a kunai. As I wandered into my room, I felt as though I was a ghost- almost everything was where I left it, with a thick layer of dust covering the place.
As I walked into the bathroom, I found that a few things were out of place. My toothbrush was gone, as were my bathroom slippers.
No matter how many times I walked into a typical Konohan house, I still could hardly make sense of the strange mix of technology and lack thereof- and the bathroom in particular was one of the things that looked ripped straight out of the modern world.
Looking at my hands, I was for a moment stunned to see a lack of calluses and imperfections. These hands were the pristine hands of a six year old girl, barely large enough to grip a kunai.
Ą̷͍̑ṅ̸͈̯d̸͙̫̉̍ ̵̐̆ͅy̷̩̱͛ë̵̹́̈́ͅt̶̰̆ ̷̡̭̿͠t̴̼͖́͘h̵̡̃ȇ̶̹̗͝ ̷̯̇͝b̷͔̤͗l̷͈̏̽o̷͉͂͌õ̷̡̭͘d̴̛͇̊s̸̘̓ṯ̸͊̿ͅà̵̠͐ͅì̵̞n̷͇̔s̶̮͗̐ ̶̡̝͒ẘ̷̬̒e̵̞͕͂r̸̻͊̀e̵̲͠ ̵̂͌͜v̴̼́͑i̶̞̇̕s̴̡̤̓̈ĭ̴͚̎b̷͍́l̴̺͔̔͠e̵̙̦̅ ̵̟͋͜͠j̷͍̫̈́̀u̷͚̙̐̊s̵̥̰͐t̴̺͌͝ ̸͍̮̓͠a̵̢͂͜s̵̝͗ ̸͕͔̂ẽ̸̪͕a̵̯͒̏͜s̸̖̣̋i̶̖͑ͅl̷̼̍͜͠y̶̜̽͘ ̷̧͔̈͝a̷̦̘̓s̴̨̞̔ ̶̗͒́Ȉ̸̲̀ ̷̩͈̽r̴̻͆e̷̝̝̽c̶͖̈́ã̶͓̲̚l̵̹̲͊̍l̶̼͈͗e̴̘͠d̶̮͚͋͝ ̷̡̱͒͝b̷̨͘ë̷͓́͝a̶͚̠̋̀t̸͕͈̂i̷̘̍̀n̸̺͑͝g̷̗̥̏͌ ̴̭̻̌͠t̸̬̓ǫ̷͍͐ ̸̳͙̒ä̷͇̯ ̴̼͒p̸̱̋u̴̫͘l̴̝̍̕p̵͔̟̕ ̴̪̥͋a̷̤͒ ̴̱͑k̶̝̄ì̶̘̜ḑ̶͈͛̕ ̷̡̹̑̈́t̷͙̺́r̴͍̤̎y̸̗͋̋i̷̤̐n̸͎̽̾ģ̵̣̓̕ ̴̳̝̈́t̷̟̄͛o̶̼͔͂͘ ̴̒͋ͅŝ̷̟t̴͙̆̊e̶̲̕ả̶̘l̷̖̺̑ ̶̼̱͛̎m̸̟̠̂̚ỵ̷̛́ ̵̯̯̔̐f̴͛ͅȏ̴̠̹́o̶͈̼͒̕ḓ̴͍͛̂ ̸̭̚
Shaking my head to clear my vision, I dragged the stool in front of the sink before turning to regard the mirror with that same sense of wonder and disgust alike.
An adorable little girl in panda-themed pajamas a bit too big for her with far too sunken eyes stared back at me. From the last time where I truly went to take a look at myself, I could see the ever so faint notes of musculature on my arms, maybe. I was, at least in theory, 11 times as strong as I had been then.
My eyes widened as a far-too-close bolt of lightning outside illuminated the entirety of the bathroom as I stared into the mirror-
An adult man with far too indefinite features-
A̷ ̶g̵r̵e̸e̵n̶ ̵h̸a̵i̴r̸e̴d̴ ̴c̵h̷i̸l̷d̵ ̵w̵i̷t̴h̵ ̵s̴u̶n̶k̵e̶n̶,̵ ̵s̷a̵d̴ ̶e̵y̸e̸s̴
Ä̴̧́ ̸̛̰m̵̀͜ǒ̵͈n̶̤̂s̸̭̀t̴̟̀e̴̤̚ŕ̷̻ ̷̺͘ẃ̴̞ỉ̸̠t̶̩̊h̸̾͜ ̵̙̏a̷̰͊ ̵̹̿p̵͖̽o̵̼̿r̶̪̆č̴͜e̸̼̕l̷̺̚a̶̦̿i̵̗̓n̷̙͝ ̵̹̈́ḿ̴̼a̷̩̚s̸̲͝k̵̟̈́ ̷̛͈a̶̖͛n̴̗̉d̴̥͐ ̸̤͘ȁ̶̧ ̵͉͝t̵̗͊á̷̩n̸̗̿t̶̙͊ö̶͕ ̵̭̊m̴̱͝é̶͜r̴̼͐ċ̶͖i̸̺̋ḻ̴̑e̶͙̿s̸̢̽s̵̠͑l̵̹̈́y̷͈̒ ̴͉̉d̷̺̚r̸̗̽a̸̛̫w̷̳̑ȋ̶̠n̷̩͗ǵ̸ͅ ̸̖̆h̶͎̀e̶͍͌r̶̼͂ ̵̦̆b̶͚͊l̶̪͝ä̸̤d̸̦̏ȇ̸̮
-11HP!
I breathed heavily with my eyes closed as razor-blade shards of mirror fell apart, my arm and parts of my face being cut up by the shards, my other hand gripping the sink with a white-knuckled grip. Blood began flowing a moment later, and I stared at it.
For the second time that evening, I saw Hazuki's face and instinctively schooled my own into one of passiveness.
"...we might need a new mirror."
New Skill Acquired due to external actions!
Poison Resistance, Lv. 1
-Your body has grown adjusted to the presence of toxins in your body, slowing and mitigating their effects as they're metabolized.
Uguh… wha?
Tiredly blinking awake, I slowly took stock of my surroundings. I was in the futon in Izumi's room, curled up, with a stream of light cascading down on my face from the window.
I snapped to alertness, sharply breathing in as I took stock of myself- no weapons, no teammates nearby, decent but not good cover, no armor, unknown number of hostiles nearby-
And slowly forced myself back to the ground with a shudder as my mind caught up to me. Closing my eyes, I began breathing increasingly steady breaths and meditating- actually meditating, as I tried and failed at forcing myself to relax.
I'm in Konoha. The branches of Konoha, not the dark place. I am wearing one of the sun dresses that I borrowed from Izumi because my old clothes don't fit me much anymore. I have no need for weapons, because there is no present threat to me, nor to my… nonexistant teammates.
That thought sobered me up. Right.
With one last shuddering sigh, I opened back my eyes, finding a bemused Hazuki- no weapons beyond senbon in hair, seemingly relaxed face, no sharingan active, muscles coiled like a spring- staring right back at me, a cup of green tea in her hands and another one in front of me, at the edge of the futon.
"I trust your sleep was pleasant, Tomo-chan?" she asked politely.
"Yeah. Slept like someone poisoned the chamomile blend I drank, Hazuki-san." I gave her the stink eye.
"Nothing but a harmless general-purpose sedative. And drink your tea, before it gets cold. This one, I have not poisoned." she waved me off. "And what did I say about calling me that?"
"I trust that you will find it in your heart to forgive me for my transgressions after all that happened, obaa-san." I deadpanned. "Now would you like me to list each and every one of the bad words I learned when you believed no one was listening right after I challenged Fugaku-san, or we can quit behaving like I am an enemy-nin in your home? The rings under your eyes and how quickly you came to me yesterday tells me that you actually haven't had a wink of sleep with me right next to Izumi." And for all that I was hiding my emotions, damn it if that didn't hurt to think about. Especially because, if they'd had their way with me, she'd be right.
"...it really is you, then, Tomo-chan. And I see that your experience in ANBU has made you more observant."
I flinched for a moment before sighing.
"I assume you didn't just poison my drink yesterday so that you could interrogate me?" I paused, looking at the sky for a moment. It shone through the window, which meant… slightly past midday. "You made it so I would wake up late and thus have Izumi out of the house, then?" she nodded.
[Your INT has increased by 1 for your continued intelligent observations!]
"See what happens when I get enough sleep to actually put my mind to use." I murmured lowly to myself, dismissing the window.
Hazuki tilted her head, and I could see the pinwheels spinning in them. "I've noticed your eyes have a habit of glowing blue ever so slightly. Is this part of your kekkei genkai?"
I blinked.
"...huh." I said, turning to glance for a moment at the tag over her head. "Didn't think anyone would notice that."
Hazuki Uchiha, Advanced Housewife, Lv.?
"And again now. What exactly are you doing, Tomo-chan?" she asked. Gone was (most) of the wariness from before, replaced by curiosity.
"Nothing, really. And yeah. It…" I glanced at the seal on the ceiling. At the time, I just thought it was a thing, but having seen them around, I could only assume them to be there for privacy or warding. Gotta have some way to foil the xray eyes. "Gives me information. About things."
"Is this information related to how you manage to come back from the dead?"
I huffed. "If it is, I don't really see how. It just gives me… people's names, a vague measure of their strength, and other things. It mostly lets me know what I can do. With a bit of wiggle room on how to apply my strength."
"...wiggle room, you say?"
"Yeah, like how I could improve my chakra pool to roughly Izumi's size after a while of training."
Your Skill Level has increased!
Poison Resistance, Lv. 2
-Your body has grown adjusted to the presence of toxins in your body, slowing and mitigating their effects as they're metabolized.
"...[Status]." I hissed out.
Fuma Tomo, Assassin (The Gamer), Level 11
Health Points (HP): 43/50
Chakra Pool (CP): 50/50
Experience Points (Exp): 0/1100
Money: 0 Ryo
STR: 11
VIT: 5
DEX: 18+5
INT: 18
WIS: 10-5
CHA: 5
CC: 12+18%
LCK: 5
Status:Poisoned (WIS is lowered by 10 points, Deception is reduced by 98%)
"Bitch." I growled. For a tense few seconds, we stared each other down, before she sighed.
"That is another nugget of information that I'll keep about your kekkei genkai." she muttered. "I will let that one slide, Tomo-chan, because you are not very much in control of your mouth right now. But no further."
"You poisoned me! Again!"
"And you've been withholding crucial information from me, your guardian, that may or may not only put your own life in danger, but also that of myself and Izumi." she replied evenly, and I flinched at the metaphorical slap that came my way.
"And THIS is how you decide to go about it?! Giving me a truth serum and all but interrogating me?!"
She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, Tomo-chan. But when you were taken from us, I was powerless to do anything about it. I knew nothing- I could do nothing. And I will not let that happen to us again."
I put on a blank face, as I stared at her for a moment. Unfortunately, anger welled up in my gut, and before I could even think of filtering my own words, I was speaking. "The last person who did this to me was an adult who thought they knew better than I could. Glad to see you being the very same type of person."
Hazuki just kept staring with those spinning red eyes. "Was it the Hokage? Or someone else?" She paused for only half a second before continuing. "Someone else, then. That is exactly what I am trying to prevent from happening again, Tomo-chan. To you, to Izumi-"
I grit my teeth at her using the Sharingan to read my expression. "What, trying to squeeze out all of the time out of the poison before it clears from my bloodstream? Or maybe trying to get your worth out of every little bit of goodwill I had?"
I stood up, tears in my eyes and walking past her and out of the room. However, it seemed like she wasn't done speaking, because soon after, a hand gripped my shoulder.
"Where are you going, Tomo?" Hazuki asked, from behind me.
Her strength stat had three ?, not two- triple digits. And she was good enough in Taijutsu to teach it to other people. I couldn't break out of her hold if I tried.
Not by force, anyways. "Classified, obaa-san." I almost sneered. I resumed walking, and she offered no further resistance save for a displeased sound as she quietly followed me to the entrance of the house.
As I snapped open the front door with more force than was probably necessary, I saw a few heads turn towards me. Some being civilians, others just vaguely familiar faces, and finally, I spotted in the distance, Itachi and Shisui with a dango stick each. Itachi's eyes widened as we locked gazes.
...well, now I got to feel like shit for more than one reason.
And then I heard Hazuki's voice behind me once more. "I hope you know what you're doing, then, Tomo."
I turned to stare at her. "Hope, then." I replied frigidly, stepping out fully.
Um, it occurs to me that I accidently forgot to post this chapter at the same time as I do on other sites. Not gonna lie, ffnet has been giving me a ton of troubles, such as being unable to link songs. But, I guess, happy double update?