Snake in the grass
Orochimaru.
Orochi-fucking-maru.
Well I was 100% taking up that offer, the man was a legend, and the 2nd shinobi war isn't even over. He has even more insane things to do.
But on the other hand, experiments on children. And I am (physically) a child.
There wasn't really enough reason to believe he had started doing that this early though, and even if he was, it seems unlikely he would take 12-year-olds when he hasn't made his curse mark yet. Realistically I was 20 years too early to get kidnapped.
Of course, this was all without seeing the man, and it is hard to get a measure of a person without that.
Simply put, he was beautiful. In a dangerous way. He had high cheekbones accented by what I assumed and now know are clan markings, painted on purple to give an alluring edge to his appearance. His face was slender, yet his jaw was sharp enough to make himself look imposing nonetheless. If I didn't know he was a man, I wouldn't know. His features were filled with so much androgyne it was hard to discern wherever they belonged to a man or a woman.
And his stance, his walk, his eyes, they all showed a mastery of each and every quality. Even now he was training like I was, observing and understanding and cataloguing us all, dismissing most of us.
"Follow me. If you can't keep up, don't bother."
And then he vanished.
Fun.
…
All three of us reached the clearing (I was first obviously) where Orochimaru was waiting, legs crossed under a tree, looking peaceful, and almost bored.
When we got close enough he spoke.
"I expect you 3 to fail. This is not because you will not be good ninja, that I don't care about, it will be because you failed to interest me."
The other 2 looked uneasy, whilst I was relived. This was a step up from being thrown into the forest of death or given a poison and forced to do some saw trap to find the antidote.
"We will start with one-on-one spars. I would ask you three to work together, but I doubt you even know each other's names. It is pointless to ask incompetent people to work with competent ones. It will only slow them down, and make them learn how to waste their time instead of bettering themselves."
He read us, or at least me, like a book. I had already forgotten the names of the forgettable lemmings that followed me here, so how on earth am I meant to join them? It made me think on how team 7's test even made sense. How would that small test even start to tell you if they could work together?
"Well then, I'll start."
And then he disappeared. My hud simply shut his name off, and I couldn't, not even with my perception see any movement. A light bulb went of in my head, a genjutsu!
I dispelled it just in time to backflip away from a kick to my sternum, me launching myself into the air once again to avoid being tripped up. Suspended mid-air though, he had a perfect angle to curl his fist forward like a serpent and strike my windpipe. My face contorted, before popping into smoke, revealing a log.
Orochimaru turned around to me, seemingly not even surprised. He must have seen me move, yet humoured me.
"Interesting. You had only one engagement and thought to substitute. Do you not think that is a little hasty?"
"If I didn't swap myself and get away in time, you would have continued with that momentum, and in a realistic situation, probably killed me. I need to study your movements, understand how you attack, otherwise I have no chance of winning."
He gave a low, dark chuckle, menacing yet somewhat encouraging.
"Bravo! You made the right choice, and even when I tried to point you to the right answer, you stood your ground, in front of me no less. I have seen enough of you, sit down and stretch, make sure you are flexible."
Curious. I would have thought he would take any chance he could to beat the shit out of a random child.
And then he did, wow. It is difficult to really see Orochimaru as a sadist until you see him launch a child into the air with a kick, kick them back into the floor, smash their now dirty face into the floor, and step on it when walking by just as a last fuck you.
The next lasted even less time.
Nobody could say old snake pedo wasn't good at demolishing genin. Bad choice of words but it stands.
And so he sat us down, and spoke.
"You three pass."
Quest complete! 1000xp awarded!
Level up! 0 - 1
5 points awarded
I was as surprised as the other 3.
"Yes, you are all at this point weak, but you have the potential to get much, much stronger. I, as your sensei, will escort you in the practise of being a ninja, and give you the strength to be strong shinobi."
His silk smooth tone did nothing to convince me his intentions were pure.
…
And we were an official team. Our first mission was a delivery order, we were to give jiraiya of the sanin an important document. It was seen as an easy mission and a difficult one for us to fail.
I went home, packed, showered, ate a big meal, and headed back to our rendezvous.
I arrived right when we were meant to show up, whilst the girl showed up a few minutes before. She, from what I understood, had overpacked, whilst I had the bare essentials.
We waited around 10 minutes, until our 3rd teammate finally arrived, sweating, running, and equipmentless.
Orochimaru appeared suddenly, me noticing him but the other 2 being oblivious. He spoke, they predictably jumped, and it was all very fucking drab. I wanted them to be gone, to train and become strong, but there was nothing, they talked and talked, talked when we started leaving and talked when we left, and talked after we left.
And I didn't care for any of it.
Then Orochimaru took me to the side, the other two oblivious as if they had been ensnared by some shadowy illusion great grip grasping their attention.
The pale hand on my back was strong, lined with callouses yet still soft like regal silk.
And I remember how his eyelashes flapped up and down once as he blinked looking at me, truly looking at me, seeing all I was. I couldn't see his stats. He was too high a level, too powerful, too indiscernible, but I knew this man saw so much, that his perception must be nearly at the cap. Well, the cap of a normal man.
But he saw me, and he liked what he saw, and he spoke.
"I am not taking those two wretched children as apprentices. You are the exception, and I would be alright with having you as a student, but not with 2 lots of dead weight. So, I offer you something."
He took out a shining, glimmering, dark bladed knife, clearly of Iwa make.
"Kill them both, and I will make you my student."
The implication clearly being he would kill me too if I refused.
"Alright sensei. Question though, how will we hide the evidence of the body being killed by me."
He gave a sly smile again.
"Good question, you are good at this. You see, the knife you have, as I am sure you have noticed, isn't from the leaf. We kill them, leave the knife in one of the bodies and then dump them in a battlefield."
[Intelligence +1]
Ah, a point just for answering a question intelligently. There isn't an objective right though, I assume. It simply rewards me for doing a good enough job.
"But then where would you have been when they died? Wouldn't they just assume you were negligent or wanted us dead?"
"Another one. You see, I will take us through a route where I know ninjas are. I will pretend we didn't see them coming, a fact that will be corroborated by you. The close range would make my most destructive jutsus unusable because you few were near me, and with the amount of Iwa I am about to kill, they won't really care about two lost kids."
[Intelligence +1]
Suitably evil, and this is the real test. To check if I am morally dubious enough to kill a couple of children.
I took the blade and almost immediately launched it at the boy, nailing him in the back of the neck. The girl was still in a genjutsu, which is why when I took the blade out the boy, she didn't notice a thing, just kept walking. I crept up behind and slit her throat.
[Genin Killed! 500xp] [Genin Killed! 500xp]
Pathetically easy. Was I that weak?
[Level up! 1-2, 10 stat points awarded!]
"Good, you show obedience to me, ambition, and a reckless disregard for those useless morals everyone seems to covet so much. Come, help me seal the bodies."
He handed me a scroll, and with his own copy he layered the seal covered sheet top of the boy's face down body, leaking a small amount of chakra onto it, and having the boy vanish in a cloud of thin white smoke. I copied him quickly, covering the body, sealing it, then picking the pocket sized body bag up. It felt heavier, but not as heavy as a body.
"Good, now I am going to have to kill a few Iwa nin, to make it seem realistic that I did this. You will come to watch in case they interview you."
He put his soft hand on my shoulder again, and we vanished.
…
We reappeared in the middle of a group of Iwa. 'This is it!', I thought, the tantalizing thought of my first real fight sickeningly appealing.
Then my sensei turned them all into ribbons of blood and meat.
Without blinking he started flipping through handsigns, pushing out a terrific wind gust at the group of ninja that had just burst out of the trees to our side, killing most by splattering their bodies against the strong wood bark, some smashing through and being buried in dirt, broken skulls and bodies leaking blood.
Two moves and he had killed 10. He continued his massacre
A ninja came behind and threw a kick at me, hoping to catch me by surprise. I ducked underneath, then twisted my fist like I had seen my master do before, jabbing the man in the body with a vicious strike.
He stepped back but his much taller and stronger body showed I had done little more to him than made him mad. He dove at me with a dash and an overhead fist, which I side stepped, jumping onto his back and elbowing his neck. It didn't break anything but it must have hurt, his shriek of pain accompanied with falling backwards, clearly aiming to crush me with his weight. I took a blade off his holster from his side, and jumped up, flipping around and launching the weapon at his neck.
And barely, just barely, he raided his arm. The kunai went through his arm, but didn't do more than nick his neck. So, landing, I jumped again, pulling both of my legs back, and stomping on the arm, ramming the blade into his neck, releasing blood into the air.
My first actual kill, against an actual opponent, and one older than me! And I felt exhilarated, energy coursing through me, I could do anything!
[Senior genin killed. 1000xp]
[0/2000xp - 1000/2000xp]
I felt alive!
Then a woman appeared from nowhere and kicked me in the chest. Then 3 other ninja showed up.
Shit.
And so I ran.
Where was my rat fuck of a sensei anyway?
A/N: I am creating the premise of this fanfiction. Btw, Kizashi is too in the moment to process his point gain, he will talk about it later.
Also, time skip, because I want to talk about this fucking asshole going insane.
So arc wise
Orochimaru student arc
ANBU stage 2 arc
Gap years arc
ANBU stage 3 arc
? arcs
What does ANBU stage 2 and 3 mean? Youll get your answers. Kizashi is weak as shit rn, which means he would kill both Sasuke and Naruto with a bit of a struggle at the start of the series. Considering Naruto can summon about 1000 people and Sasuke can blow people up and kill chunin (? Maybe idk about those two demon bros, were they even ninja?) that is a pretty good feat.
Remember to review to shout at me and tell me you need him to have sex or something, idk. I appreciate any and all words, even the mean ones as I get to feel superior to somebody. Ciao.