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Khalid's POV:

"Iruka, I'm done," I said. Iruka came back into the room with a humble smile on his face. I handed him the paper and he looked at it.

"You just have Fuinjutsu written in the slot? You didn't choose any books or scrolls from it?" Iruka asked.

"No, that's because I'm going to learn the entire scroll," I responded. He smiled warily at me.

"Well, if that's the case, your goal is more outrageous than Naruto's," Iruka said with a sigh. I smiled widely at the compliment.

"Before we start, I have a few questions," I stated.

"Go ahead," Iruka said with a smile.

"How did you come to be here?" I asked quickly.

"Well, All placed the collective shinobi consciousness into this place. We are the surprise that he mentioned, here to train and guide you on how to become a splendid ninja. It will change depending on the level of training. As such, you will no longer see me after I deem you a genin," Iruka explained. I thought about what he said for a moment, then proceeded to ask my second question.

Iruka snapped his fingers, and all the books and scrolls that I hadn't picked up flew onto shelves that had appeared. I watched in amazement as he continued, "These scrolls can stay here. If you wish to learn from them at any time, you can, and the appropriate teacher will come. However, there are six individuals about whom talking has been forbidden."

'What did he mean by forbidden?' I thought. Since he couldn't tell me who they were, I decided to ask, "Why?" I hoped there was a good reason behind it.

"They are meant to be your adversaries. These people will appear when you reach a certain age or ranking in your training. They might work alone, they might team up. I am unsure," Iruka answered calmly.

Shit! That means I have to train hard to stay on top of my game. That also means I have to prepare as if I were fighting against the strongest opponents like Naruto and Sasuke, or even Madara Uchiha. Everything was starting to become a pain in the ass. I need allies other than the Avengers. That's way too far ahead, considering it's only the year 2000.

"Can I teach the shinobi arts to anyone?" I asked. This made Iruka pause and think before answering me.

"Like back home, all life forms here also have chakra. The difference here is that it needs to be jump-started from a young age. You were blessed with a body that didn't need that. If you are to do it, I'd advise you to teach a child about your age or younger," answered Iruka.

That's interesting. Unlike the fan fictions I read back in my previous life, I can teach people how to use chakra. Maybe that will come in handy in the future.

"Okay, last question. Can I bring people here?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, but they would have to be touching you," Iruka answered quickly. I nodded. I had to know just in case I ever had to tell my parents about my abilities. I had to prepare for the canon events, especially Coulson's death. I won't let Loki kill him this time around.

"Okay, it's 2:01 a.m., and if your calculations are right, I have until 5:00 when my father wakes up. That means we have a month and fifteen days of training. I say we get to work," I replied. Iruka smiled and gestured for us to move outside of the room.

"If that is the case, we will start by unlocking your chakra and then getting you in physical shape," he said. I followed him into the open void. With a snap of Iruka's fingers, the Leaf Village Academy appeared in front of my eyes. "We will start here," Iruka said, walking towards the training ground. I followed him, looking around. I could only see the building and the training ground. Everything else was a blinding white, as if created to drive a person insane.

"Please sit and meditate. As you do that, listen to everything I say," Iruka instructed. I sat down and crossed my legs, placing my fists together and closing my eyes. My mind began to empty, and I could sense a raging flame at my core.

"I know you're seeing a raging flame or river, but I want you to see what you can see around it. Expand your focus. Look at the vessel housing the flame," Iruka's voice echoed through the void. I deepened my focus, and after five minutes, I could see the silhouette of myself sitting. Then Iruka spoke again, as if he could see what I was seeing.

"You must contain the flame in your core. You cannot let your spiritual energy overpower your physical. Contain it in your core," Iruka instructed.

I focused on taming the flame, pushing back against the wild tendrils of energy. I could feel sweat building on my forehead. An hour later, I had completed the task. Iruka spoke again.

"Now slowly churn the ball of energy. Slowly send it through every part of your body. Connect to all 361 chakra nodes. These control the flow of chakra like circuit breakers."

I began to spin the blue ball of energy slowly. I watched in amazement as each node lit up like a little star, and energy started to flow to them like lights. Then, one by one, I watched as the eight largest nodes lit up like an exploding sun. These were the eight inner gates. I knew the consequences of using all eight. I knew it was definitely a last resort.

Finally, after another hour, each chakra node was lit. It looked like a giant lake with many rivers stemming from it. After a few more minutes, I opened my eyes, feeling power surging through my skin. It was as if I was breathing for the first time. I looked up at Iruka, who had a warm smile on his face.

"Congratulations on completing your first steps in becoming a shinobi," Iruka said happily. I smiled as I stood up, ready for my next lesson.

Over the next month and two weeks, Iruka not only helped me improve my physical fitness but also instilled survival tactics in my mind. Each day consisted of 5 hours of physical training and 5 hours of studying basic shinobi knowledge. Iruka patiently explained everything in detail, from shuriken jutsu to hand signs to proper fighting stances. He even assigned homework to aid my memory retention. However, at this moment, we only had an hour remaining, and I was engaged in a sparring session with Iruka.

As I flew through the air, I quickly twisted my body, attempting to regain my balance and land safely. However, the force of Iruka's throw was too powerful, and I crashed onto the ground just to the edge the ring. The impact sent a jolt of pain through my body, but I refused to let it deter me.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up, determined to continue the fight. Iruka stood at the center of the ring, his expression a mix of concern and encouragement. He knew that defeat was a part of the learning process, and he wanted me to grow from this experience.

With renewed determination, I charged back at him, my focus sharpened. I knew I had to be more strategic and unpredictable if I wanted to stand a chance against Iruka. I feinted a punch towards his face, aiming to distract him, and swiftly followed up with a low sweep kick towards his legs.

To my surprise, Iruka anticipated my move and effortlessly jumped over my sweep kick, avoiding it with ease. He countered with a swift roundhouse kick, which I narrowly dodged by ducking under it. Sensing an opportunity, I quickly lunged forward, attempting to grab hold of Iruka's arm and execute a joint lock.

But Iruka's reflexes were lightning-fast. He swiftly twisted his body, slipping out of my grasp and delivering a powerful strike to my side. The impact sent me staggering backward, my breath momentarily knocked out of me. I struggled to regain my composure, knowing that I had to keep pushing forward.

As the spar continued, I threw myself into each exchange, utilizing the techniques and knowledge I had gained during our training sessions. However, Iruka's experience and skill proved to be a formidable challenge. He effortlessly countered my attacks, always staying one step ahead.

With each passing minute, I could feel my energy waning, my muscles growing fatigued. But I refused to give up. I pushed through the pain, determined to prove myself and show Iruka the progress I had made.

As the final moments of our spar approached, I launched myself forward, unleashing a flurry of strikes and kicks. But Iruka, calm and composed, deflected each one with precision and finesse. With a swift movement, he expertly maneuvered me out of the ring.

In one swift motion, Iruka executed a well-practiced throw, sending me flying out of the ring.

"Shit!" I shouted in frustration. Not once have I come close to landing a proper blow since I started training with Iruka. I used to look down on him because he was weaker compared to other characters in the show, but now I realize how wrong I was. Despite his bruises and fatigue, Iruka easily humbled me, proving that his task was far from easy.

"It's okay, you're just starting out. You'll get the hang of it. You have to loosen up a bit, you're too stiff. Anyone can see what you're planning. You're putting too much thought into it," Iruka explained, his voice filled with patience and encouragement. "You're learning at an impressive pace, even faster than most civilian shinobi. It may have something to do with your DNA, but regardless, you have great potential."

The chunin's words resonated with me, and I realized that I had been too harsh on myself. Instead of dwelling on my current shortcomings, I should focus on the progress I've made. This training room provides me with ample time to hone my skills, preparing me for any challenges that lie ahead. And even if the villains don't appear until after the New York invasion, I am determined to become stronger, to surpass my own limits, and to prove myself worthy of the path I've chosen.

"Now, remember, in the real world, practice the leaf exercise, your hand signs, and your stances," Iruka instructed. "Before you go back, take a bath. Your clothes will be cleaned and repaired of any damage by the time you're done."

"Thank you, Iruka-sensei," I said, bowing before heading to the bath. The bathroom was a spacious Japanese-style one, with a large, pristine pearl white tub already filled with steaming water. The refreshing scent of lemon and mint filled the air. I quickly undressed and proceeded to scrub every inch of my body. Once finished, I rinsed off the soap before immersing myself in the hot water. As the therapeutic waters enveloped me, I could feel the stinging sensation of my scrapes and bruises gradually subsiding. Iruka had assured me that this place would not only repair my clothes but also heal my injuries before I returned to the real world.

After a few minutes of soaking, I stepped out of the bath and examined my pajamas, which appeared as good as new. Making my way to the sitting area, I retrieved the original scrolls, ensuring I kept them to avoid raising suspicion. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I hurriedly approached Iruka.

"Iruka-sensei, could you make the books and scrolls for Taijutsu resemble the scroll that All gave me?" I asked.

"Certainly, I can do that. Do you want to bring them into the real world with you?" he inquired.

"Yes, I want to show my dad the scrolls. That way, it won't seem odd for me to be practicing my stances and forms in the front yard," I explained. Iruka nodded, understanding the need for the scrolls to appear as if they were purchased by my parents for a five-year-old.

"Go and retrieve the scrolls you brought with you. I'll make the necessary changes," instructed Iruka. I swiftly sprinted inside, grabbed the now empty scrolls, and hurried back. Placing them in front of Iruka, he simply snapped his fingers, and I watched in awe as the Taijutsu books and scrolls transformed into exact replicas of the originals.

"There you go. I believe it's time for you to head home now. It's 4:59 a.m., and your father will be waking up soon," Iruka informed me.

"Thank you, Iruka-sensei. I will come back tomorrow. For now, I can only spare a few hours a day to be here. But I promise to give it my all when I return," I expressed, bowing respectfully to my new teacher.

Iruka smiled warmly and waved at me. "I'll see you later, Khalid."

With that, I pressed the left button to transport me back home.

Coulson's alarm began to ring, disturbing the peaceful warmth of his fiancé, Alexis. Letting out a sigh, he carefully extricated himself from her embrace and made his way to check on Khalid. Quietly, he walked down the hallway and gently opened his son's door. There sat Khalid, engrossed in his activities, completely unaware of his father's presence.

This wasn't the first time Coulson had caught his son awake at such an early hour. Khalid was undeniably a prodigy, a fact that Coulson had already reported to Fury. Khalid had started walking and talking before he turned one, astonishing everyone around him. By the age of two, he was reading at a high school level, and at three, he had taken an interest in the encyclopedias that Coulson kept as decorations in his office. By the time he turned four, Khalid could explain the entire life cycle of a baby penguin, casually mentioning that he had watched it on TV the previous year. The remarkable abilities of his son had even led Coulson and Alexis to consider homeschooling him, to provide a more tailored education that could keep up with his exceptional intellect.

Coulson couldn't help but be constantly amazed by Khalid's brilliance. He observed his son for a moment longer before deciding to break the silence. "What are you doing up this early, champ?" Coulson inquired. Khalid looked up, as if seeing his father for the first time.

"Oh, Dad, it's you. I couldn't sleep. I really want to know what's in these scrolls, but at the same time, I'm nervous. What if I find out something unsettling about our family? What should I do?" Khalid asked softly, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Coulson understood that whatever was contained within those scrolls had the potential to change Khalid's life forever. It could also provide him with more insight into Khalid's birth mother and The Dawn.

Coulson placed a comforting hand on Khalid's shoulder and spoke with a reassuring tone. "Khalid, curiosity is a powerful thing, and it's natural to want to uncover the truth. But remember, knowledge can be both enlightening and challenging. If you decide to open those scrolls, be prepared for whatever you may discover. And know that no matter what, your family loves you and will support you through it all."

Khalid nodded, absorbing his father's words. "Thank you, Dad. I think I'm ready to face whatever is inside these scrolls. I want to know more about who I am and where I come from."

Coulson smiled proudly at his son's determination. "I believe in you, Khalid. Just remember, no matter what you find, it doesn't define you. You have the power to shape your own destiny."

With newfound resolve, Khalid took a deep breath and reached for the scrolls, ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery and understanding.

Coulson's eyes widened as he observed the Japanese writings and beautifully drawn fighting stances on the scrolls. He glanced at Khalid, only to witness his son's hands gracefully gliding over the intricate illustrations. Suddenly, Khalid jumped to his feet and began clumsily imitating the stances he had seen on the scrolls. Coulson picked up another scroll and opened it, only to find it contained the same content as the one Khalid had opened. Within minutes, all the scrolls were spread out on the floor, each displaying different fighting styles.

"Khalid," Coulson said in a serious tone, "I'm going to take these to work with me for translation. Additionally, I want to see if they provide any leads on your birth mother."

Khalid's eyes lit up with excitement. "Can I learn these? The note mentioned it was my birthright!" he practically shouted.

Coulson paused for a moment, considering the implications. He knew that these scrolls held significant importance to Khalid's heritage and identity. After a brief reflection, he nodded, a mix of pride and concern evident in his expression.

"Yes, Khalid," Coulson replied, his voice filled with determination. "If these scrolls truly hold your birthright, then it's only right that you learn from them. But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. We will train together, and I will ensure that you receive proper guidance and instruction."

Khalid's face beamed with gratitude and enthusiasm. "Thank you, Dad! I promise to work hard and make you proud!"

Coulson smiled warmly at his son's eagerness. "I have no doubt that you will, Khalid. Let's embark on this journey together, uncovering the secrets of your birthright and honing your skills. But always remember, family comes first, and we will face any challenges that come our way as a team."

With a newfound sense of purpose and unity, Coulson and Khalid embraced their shared destiny, ready to explore the depths of their heritage and unlock the true potential that lay within.

"I promise to return these once I'm finished," Coulson assured, rising from his seat. He glanced at the clock on his son's nightstand and realized he was running behind schedule. Swiftly, he stooped down and planted a gentle kiss on Khalid's head, prompting a slight protest from the young boy.

"See you when I return home," Coulson whispered tenderly, before gathering the scrolls and making his way to get ready for the day at the office.

The philologists at S.H.I.E.L.D. were diligently working while Coulson kept a watchful eye on them as they scanned each scroll. They had been at it for several hours, fully aware that upsetting Coulson was not something they wanted to do. After all, he was essentially Fury's right-hand man. Coulson's hope was that these scrolls would yield some valuable information that could lead them to the elusive organization known as the Dawn.

Both Coulson and Fury were facing difficulties in finding solid leads on this mysterious organization. Most of the individuals they had cornered either had no knowledge of the key players or were more terrified of them than they were of imprisonment. The only person Coulson knew who possessed the ability to uncover such information was Fury himself, or perhaps the stories he had heard about Hydra. Coulson fervently hoped that the Dawn had no affiliation with Hydra.

"Sir, after studying these scrolls, we have determined that they all originated from a place known as the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Four of them exhibit the primary style of the village, including sword techniques. The remaining scrolls showcase various other fighting styles that were also developed within the same village," the lead philologist explained.

Curious, Coulson calmly inquired, "And what have you discovered about this hidden village? Any findings?"

The philologist flipped through his notes before responding, "No, sir. However, we have managed to uncover the names of four out of the seven authors. One of them is Tobirama Senju. Although the name sounds Japanese, we are cautious about making assumptions. It could potentially be an alias. Currently, we are conducting searches to determine if there are any mentions of him in historical records or within any communication networks."

"Okay, I want a comprehensive report on my desk by the end of the day. Make sure to make copies of the scrolls and bring them to me. They seem to be significant, considering they were sent by someone important," Coulson instructed, his curiosity piqued. This was the first clue he had received regarding his son's mysterious past, and he was determined to uncover as much as possible.

Coulson then picked up his cell phone and dialed Fury's number. After two rings, Fury answered, his voice authoritative and tinged with curiosity. "What is it, Coulson?"

"Have you ever heard of the Village Hidden in the Leaves?" Coulson asked, getting straight to the point.

"No, I can't say I have. Why? Is it of importance?" Fury responded, his interest clearly piqued. Coulson took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing.

"Yes, I believe it might be. I'll be there in five minutes to provide you with a detailed report," Coulson replied. He collected the scrolls and returned to his office, securing them in his briefcase, which he then locked in his safe. He proceeded to climb the stairs to Fury's office, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"So, you lied to me five years ago?" Fury asked, his disbelief evident in his expression.

"Yes, sir. I allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment. I was only trying to protect what belonged to Khalid," Coulson explained honestly to his boss. He had made the decision to come clean about the events that had transpired years ago, knowing that Fury would eventually uncover the truth. Coulson observed as Fury rubbed his temples, processing the revelation.

"Alright, I'll let it slide this time, considering it involves the kid. But don't let it happen again," Fury responded, his tone firm. He continued to rub his temples for a few more moments, the room enveloped in silence. Fury then pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Get Agent May in here. I have a mission for her."

A few moments later, Agent May entered the room, dressed in an all-black pantsuit with her hair neatly pulled back into a bun. "You needed to see me, sir?" she asked, her voice firm and professional.

"Yes, I need you to go to Japan and investigate a few things. Firstly, I want you to gather information on Tobirama Senju, including his background and any relevant details. Additionally, I need you to research the Village Hidden in the Leaves and provide a comprehensive overview of its history, significance, and current state. Please note that this is a confidential matter and should only be discussed within this room. I require your immediate presence there, as if it were yesterday," Fury instructed May. With a nod of her head, May acknowledged the task and promptly left the room.

Fury turned his attention to Coulson, seeking his input. "So, are you willing to let the kid learn what's on the scroll?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, sir. He is already aware of its contents and is eager to follow in the footsteps of his family," Coulson responded promptly.

Fury let out a sigh, contemplating the situation. "Well, if that's the case, I will personally arrange for an instructor for him. It will be my gift to Khal for his upcoming birthday. You are dismissed," Fury said, returning his focus to the paperwork in front of him. Coulson turned to leave, but just as his hand reached the door, Fury spoke again.

"Also, have you given any thought to the position I offered you?" Fury asked, his gaze still fixed on the paperwork.

"I'll have to decline, sir. While the role of Deputy Director is appealing, I personally prefer working in the field. However, there is a rookie agent who has shown exceptional skills and is rapidly climbing the ranks. I propose that you consider training her for the position. That way, she can meet your high standards," Coulson responded.

Fury raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What's her name?" he inquired.

"Maria Hill," Coulson replied.