Originally this fanfic was an RPG that I played with an Ai Chatbot. I will need to edit the chat to make the story more coherent and easier to read.
It will feature a protagonist who knows Naruto but has no knowledge of Senran Kagura and no connection to the shinobi world. The main character possesses the rinnegan and is already strong from the beginning.
I aim to make him sort of like Gojo from Jujutsu Kaisen. Someone born with amazing power that puts him immediately above others and trained vigorously. With all that said enjoy the story and leave a comment, criticism is appreciated.
(POV Kazuki)
I truly take in the pleasant weather as I stroll through the bustling metropolitan area. Noting it was quite nice for the first day of school. I can see a large school up ahead, despite the great distance still between between myself and it's campus.
Hanzo Academy, a school considered in high regard by many institutions across the country, having existed for over a hundred years. After a long week of finishing up my registration and moving into my new apartment, I was finally ready to attend.
As I make my way through the crowded streets to my new school, I reflect on my life. Since the day I was born, I have been different from others.
I had full memory of my past life. Thanks to that I was completely self-aware from the day I was born. However, as I grew up I realized I wasn't born into the same world. Rather my current world was very similar.
However, one key difference was the lack of a certain anime series by the name of Naruto. Now under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be such a big deal. However, it would appear that some sort of cosmic shenanigan was going on because I had been born with not just chakra, but also the rinnegan.
Considered the most powerful of the three great dojutsu it grants its user access to the six paths. It also said they have the potential to be a god of creation or a god of destruction.
So in an effort to not let my new powers go to waste, I began to train in secret when I first turned five. The process was grueling but thanks to the use of the shadow clone technique I was able to make incredible leaps in power and skill.
However, all that training required me to isolate myself in fear of my powers being found out. I would do my best to stay low by not joining any clubs and wearing sunglasses every day to hide my eyes. It also didn't help that my previous knowledge put me ahead of my classmates growing up.
However thanks to that knowledge I was able to transfer to Hanzo Academy. I have high hopes that I can finally make friends at this school now that I don't train as much anymore.
Upon reaching my destination, I found myself standing before the grand entrance of Hanzo Academy, the prestigious institution where I hoped to finally enjoy the simple things that most teens my age usually take for granted. A sense of anticipation fills my chest, mixing with a hint of nervousness as I realize just how many people will be observing my arrival. Usually, I keep up a cool and collected front, but this was probably my last chance to make friends before my youth truly ended.
I put on a brave front swallowing any nervousness I had as I walked through the gate.
As I make my way to the school doors I notice a short girl wearing a red scarf running along in the distance. She has her dark brown hair tied in a large ponytail with a white ribbon.
As two boys try to approach her she disappears right before their eyes. However thanks to my training and rinnegan I was able to see her jump into the trees at speeds that no normal human should be capable of.
The girl in question, quickly scales the side of a nearby building, her agility allowing her to easily navigate between branches and ledges. Her movements are swift and precise, showcasing the impressive physical prowess that comes with years of rigorous training.
I quickly head to class trying to remain inconspicuous despite what I just saw. As I put on a calm facade the while underneath my mind is racing. It would appear that my new world had far more to it than what I had initially believed.
As classes begin, I find myself seated among my peers, trying to focus on the lesson at hand. However, my mind keeps drifting back to the extraordinary abilities I had witnessed earlier - abilities that seem to defy explanation in this seemingly ordinary world.
Throughout the entire lesson, I did my best to appear normal while remaining alert and on guard. Midway through I began to use my sensory skills to locate that girl.
The search didn't take too long, it was relatively easy in fact, the keyword being relative, because my search had been impeded by a mysterious barrier that I was able to bypass thanks to my rinnegan.
I had discovered her inside a secret hideout built underneath the school. With tunnels connecting all over, spread far and wide.
(3rd Person POV)
In the heart of the underground facility, Asuka is engaged in intense sparring practice with another young woman. Their movements are fluid and precise, each strike punctuated with the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
Their battle continues, each exchange of blows filled with both intensity and grace. Despite the harsh nature of their training, neither seems willing to relent.
Asuka's opponent suddenly vanishes in a burst of speed, leaving Asuka momentarily off balance. Seizing the opportunity, the other girl delivers a swift kick that sends Asuka flying across the room.
Asuka lands with a thud against the wall, dust swirling around her. She shakes off the impact quickly, pushing herself back onto her feet. Her expression remains resolute, not allowing even a momentary display of weakness.
With renewed vigor, Asuka charges towards her opponent once again. This time, she uses her environment to her advantage, leaping onto a beam and somersaulting over her adversary's head.
Her momentum carries her forward, allowing her to land behind her opponent. In a flash, she executes a powerful roundhouse kick aimed directly at the other girl's midsection.
Just as Asuka's foot makes contact, her opponent suddenly phases through the attack, reappearing a safe distance away. A smirk plays across her lips as she watches Asuka's follow-through sail harmlessly past her.
Asuka's eyes narrow, her stance tightening.
"Katsuragi, you're holding back,"she accuses, her voice laced with a mix of frustration and determination.
Katsuragi laughs lightly, her tone dripping with confidence.
"Maybe I am... Or maybe I'm just enjoying watching you struggle," she retorts, her own gaze locked onto Asuka's.
Asuka growls lowly, her resolve hardening. She lunges forward once more, this time using a combination of speed and precision to close the gap between them.
Katsuragi dodges nimbly, sidestepping each of Asuka's attacks with ease. She then counters with a flurry of strikes designed to wear down her opponent.
Despite Katsuragi's relentless assault, Asuka refuses to falter. Each blow she takes only fuels her determination further.
Eventually, the tide begins to turn in Asuka's favor. Using a series of well-timed counterattacks, she manages to push Katsuragi onto the defensive.
However, it was at this moment that Katsuragi began to take this fight seriously.
With a sudden surge of power, Katsuragi launches a devastating combo, each strike landing with pinpoint accuracy. Asuka struggles valiantly to keep up, but the sheer force behind Katsuragi's attacks soon overwhelms her defenses.
Katsuragi presses her advantage, driving Asuka backward until she finds herself cornered against the far wall.
Asuka attempts to deflect Katsuragi's incoming attack, but her energy is spent. She can only watch as Katsuragi's fist barrels toward her.
Katsuragi's punch connects solidly, sending Asuka tumbling backward. The impact leaves her sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
Katsuragi stands over Asuka, her chest heaving from exertion. There's an air of triumph about her, yet also a hint of respect for her fallen foe.
"Not bad, Asuka," Katsuragi says, offering a hand to help Asuka rise. "But you still have a lot to learn."
Asuka accepts the aid, brushing herself off as she rises to her feet. Though visibly winded, there's no defeat in her eyes.
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the hidden chamber. Two more girls enter, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Everything alright here?" asks one of the newcomers, a pink-haired beauty named Hibari.
Katsuragi nods, her attention shifting to the newcomers.
"Just finished our morning spar," she explains casually, though there's a glint of pride in her eyes.
Hibari looks at Asuka with a soft smile.
"You held your own today," she commends, her voice warm with sincerity.
Asuka returns the smile, though there's a hint of embarrassment in her expression.
"Thanks, Hibari," she replies, "but I still have a long way to go."
Katsuragi chuckles lightly, ruffling Asuka's hair playfully. "Don't sell yourself short, she teases, before turning to address the newcomers."
The other newcomer, a young girl with long white hair pulled into twin tails held with shuriken, Yagyu cooly says munching on a piece of fried squid like a toothpick.
"Quit wasting time. The next lesson is about to begin."
She turns to Hibari beckoning the pink-haired girl to follow as she leaves. "Come along Hibari."
Katsuragi watches the two girls leave, a thoughtful look crossing her face. She then turns back to Asuka, her expression serious.
"Remember what I said, Asuka," Katsuragi tells her, her voice carrying a note of gravity. "You've got potential. Don't waste it."
Katsuragi then proceeds to grab Asuka's breasts rubbing them aggressively much to the girl's displeasure.
Caught off guard, Asuka stammers, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Hey! What was that for?" she demands, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity despite the embarrassing situation.
Katsuragi smirks, releasing Asuka's breasts with a final squeeze.
"Just reminding you who you're dealing with," she quips, stepping back to give Asuka some space.
Asuka scowls, adjusting her uniform self-consciously. She knows better than to argue with Katsuragi now, especially after such a grueling match.
With a final nod to Asuka, Katsuragi turns to leave, heading off in the direction of the others. Asuka watches her go, pondering over Katsuragi's words.
After a moment, Asuka sighs and starts to make her way out of the dojo, determined to focus on improving her skills despite the distractions.
Asuka follows after Katsuragi, her mind racing with thoughts of their encounter. Despite the embarrassment, she couldn't deny the thrill of their battle, the rush of adrenaline that came with testing her limits.
As Asuka finally arrives at the classroom she finds herself confronted by a displeased Ikaruga.
Ikaruga's rebuke is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I see you're late again, Asuka,"
she states, folding her arms across her chest.
Asuka blushes deeper, realizing she had forgotten about class altogether during her intense sparring session with Katsuragi.
"Sorry, Ikaruga," she apologizes sheepishly, "I guess my mind was elsewhere..."
Ikaruga shakes her head, though her lips twitch upwards slightly.
"Well, since you're already here, why don't you join us?" she suggests, gesturing towards the rest of the class.
Asuka nods gratefully, taking a seat near the front of the room. The five girls are silent as their teacher Kiriya enters the room.
Kiriya wastes no time getting started with today's lesson, launching into a detailed explanation about various different types of ninjutsu techniques.
Asuka listens intently, trying to absorb as much information as possible while keeping her mind focused on the task at hand.
Throughout the lesson, Asuka finds herself glancing at her fellow students, noting how attentive they seem. It's clear that everyone here has a strong passion for becoming skilled shinobi.
As the lesson comes to a close Kiriya addresses his students still having one last thing to tell them.
"Remember, discipline and hard work are key to mastering the art of ninjutsu, "Kiriya reminds them, his gaze sweeping over the room to ensure each student is paying attention.
Asuka nods solemnly, committing Kiriya's words to memory. She knows that becoming a true shinobi requires dedication and sacrifice, but she's willing to put in the effort necessary to achieve her goals.
(Kazuki POV)
The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. Students begin filing out of classrooms, chatting amongst themselves about their plans for the evening.
As I exit the classroom and begin my journey back to my new apartment my recent discoveries begin to cloud my mind.
Just what was happening at the school. Was it some sort of cover for something nefarious?
As I reached the halfway point I heard a big commotion coming from the ally to my right.
Curiosity piqued, I decided to investigate the source of the noise. As I peer into the alley, I see a group of teenagers engaged in a heated argument. One of them, a boy with messy black hair, appears to be defending himself against the others' aggressive advances.
I decide to coolly step in. As I pull up my sunglasses covering my rinnegan eyes, I walk over to them calling out.
"Hey guys what's going on?"
The group of teens pause their arguing upon hearing my voice. They glance over at me, surprised by my sudden appearance. The boy with messy black hair steps forward, clearly relieved.
"Thank god someone's here," he mutters, wiping sweat from his forehead.
As I stand between the boy and the street punks they are all glaring at me, but their dirty looks don't really phase me. I nonchalantly ask them another question my voice holding a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't you all know that street gangs are so twenty years ago?!"
The black-haired boy's eyes widen slightly at my comment, clearly taken aback by my boldness. The other boys glare at me even more intensely, their fists clenched tightly. But they seem reluctant to confront me directly.
"Who does this guy think he is?" one of them mumbles under his breath, shooting daggers with his eyes.
I smirked as I drew their ire towards me. With a motion of my head, I silently command the boy to leave pointing with my thumb at the alleyway's exit. As he quickly left I moved in closer to the punks and said with all the mockering I could muster.
"Someone who can't help but laugh at the group of idiots picking on others in an obvious attempt to compensate for their boring and sad lives. Really you guys are just one big old cliche."
My words seemed to hit close to home, causing the group of boys to bristle with indignation. They exchange glances, clearly unsure of how to respond. The leader of the pack, a tall boy with slicked-back hair, snarls at me.
"Watch your mouth, stranger!" he snaps, taking a threatening step forward.
I let out a laugh confusing and infuriating them further.
"The whole wannabe street-tough punk persona is super well done."
Before any of them could respond I grabbed the tall boy by his head and destroyed it with wind chakra. Instead of flesh and blood the tall boy's head was made of wood.
When I first took off my sunglasses I used my rinnegan to peer inside the street punks. I was thoroughly surprised that they turned out to be puppets, but kept my cool. After checking if the black-haired boy was an innocent bystander, I proceeded to draw their attention towards me while he escaped.
As I toss the leftover dust in my clenched hand to the ground I cockily say.
"I really gotta commend you on controlling all these puppets at once."
The other boys stare wide-eyed at their leader's disintegrating form, clearly shocked. Their mouths hang open, and for a moment, they seem frozen in place. Then, without warning, they spring into action.
One of them lunges at me, attempting to tackle me from behind. Another throws a punch toward my midsection while a third swings wildly with his fists.
Within a second I proceeded to counter each and every puppet that came my way and destroy them with extreme prejudice.
I dodge the puppet that is attempting to punch my midsection and grab it by its forearm. I then proceeded to use it as a makeshift bat and infused it with wind chakra. With a single swing, I spun around and hit both puppets.
Each puppet meets a similar fate as the first - their bodies are disassembled into wooden fragments with surprising ease, even the one in my hands. In the end, I remained unscathed, standing amidst the rubble of their forms.
The black, who had been observing the scene unfold from afar, slowly approached me. He looks both terrified and awestruck.
"Whoa..." he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.
I turn my attention to the remaining puppets asking them.
"Really just what do you hope to gain from picking on people off the streets? Are you looking for someone in particular?"
The puppets remain silent, their blank faces betraying no emotion. The black-haired boy clears his throat nervously, drawing my attention away from the lifeless figures.
"I... I think they might be after me," he admits, his voice trembling slightly. "They've been harassing me for weeks now, demanding money or else..."
I let out a low chuckle at how far off the boy was. As I shook my head disagreeing with the boy's deduction."I very much doubt that kid. If anything you were probably just someone they used to build up the cover for these puppets as street punks."
The black-haired boy flinches at my words, his eyes widening in surprise. He opens his mouth to protest, but then closes it again, seemingly unable to find a suitable response.
"You... You really think so?" he stammers out finally.
I turn my head back looking at the still puppets ahead of me.
"Happens all the time when assassins take on a job. To get close enough to their targets they take on a fake identity and play that role to its fullest."
The boy swallows hard, a look of dawning realization crossing his features. He takes a hesitant step back as if putting distance between himself and the disturbing revelation.
"A-assassins?" he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "You mean, like, professional killers?"
I let out another chuckle."Yep! Who else would create something like these oversized toys."
I address the puppets once again rather crudely.
"Been awful quiet for some time dear puppeteer. What had to take a shit or something?"
The puppets remain unmoving, their blank stares giving nothing away. The black-haired boy, meanwhile, seems to shrink further into himself, visibly shaken by my words.
"Wait... you think there's someone controlling those things?" he whispers, looking genuinely horrified now.
However, before I could respond the puppets proceeded to move again.
The disguises fall away, revealing the true nature of the puppets - high-tech mechanical constructs hidden under a wooden shell. Each one is equipped with various melee weapons, making them formidable opponents.
A loud hum fills the air as the constructs come alive, their eyes glowing ominously. Clearly, they weren't just toys anymore; they were deadly machines ready for action.
Within a second of taking off their human disguises, the puppets spread out as they each shout."Shinobi Kekkai!"
The air around me begins to grow heavy, almost tangible. A barrier of pure energy manifests itself around myself, the boy, and the puppets, effectively cutting off any path of retreat.
"The hell is that?" I hear the black-haired boy exclaim from behind me, sounding equally alarmed and intrigued.
As I use my rinnegan to inspect the barrier I answer the black-haired boy. "A barrier, and a pretty complex one from the looks of it."
The barrier pulses with an intense blue light, radiating an aura of powerful defense magic. It's clear that whoever created this shield has extensive knowledge of advanced ninjutsu techniques.
The black-haired boy steps cautiously closer to examine the barrier alongside me, his eyes wide with fascination mixed with fear.
"This is beyond anything I've seen before," he murmurs, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the shimmering surface.
The puppets begin to speak once addressing me directly.
"You are from Hanzo Academy correct?"
The mechanical voices echo through the alley, their tone cold and detached. I nod in acknowledgment, meeting their gaze with an unwavering stare.
"Yes, I'm a student there," I reply calmly, assessing the situation.
The puppets' heads tilt slightly as if processing my words. There's a long silence before they finally respond.
"So you're part of the academy that trains shinobi?" their voices ask rhetorically, clearly implying that I was indeed involved in some kind of covert operation.
As I took in what the puppets said my thoughts drifted to what I had seen underneath the school today. It would appear that I had unknowingly stepped into the secret world of shinobi.
I prepare to defend not just myself but the boy behind me as the puppets begin their approach.
The mechanical constructs advance steadily, their movements precise and calculated. As they draw nearer with their now real swords, I notice that they most likely preparing to strike us down quickly and without mercy.
The boy stays close behind me, his breathing rapid and shallow with fear. Despite his terror, he seems determined to stick by my side, perhaps sensing that I'm his only hope for survival in this dire situation.
As I stare at the danger before me I can only sigh. I raise my hand unleashing Almighty Push, sending out an unstoppable wave of force.
The Almighty Push obliterates the mechanical constructs instantly, reducing them to scrap wood and debris. The shockwave continues to soar into the barrier shattering it and sending shards of energy flying in all directions.
The boy shields his face from the explosive aftermath, coughing as the dust settles around him. When he lowers his hands, he stares at me with a mix of awe and trepidation.
"What... what was that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not human, are you?"
I laugh and scratch the back of my head. As I sense for the puppeteer I answer his question enthusiastically.
"I'm human alright, just a whole lot more powerful than most!"
As soon I located the puppeteer I tell him to stay where he was while I went and got some answers.
With a flash of movement, I dash toward the location of the puppeteer, leaving a stunned Shinonome in my wake. My rinnegan allowing me to quickly pinpoint the exact spot where the puppeteer is hiding.
I find myself on a nearby roof in the presence of a strange woman.
"Finally caught up with me, have you?" The woman before me has blonde hair that is curled at the ends with a large pink bow on top. She is dressed in a black and red school uniform with an infinity symbol on her shirt.
Deciding to egg her on I chuckle and proceed to act all smug.
"Yep was pretty easy in fact. You really need to work on hiding your presence. Frankly, I expect better from someone calling themselves a shinobi."
The girl narrows her eyes at my taunting remarks, her grip tightening on the kunai in her hand. She takes a menacing step forward, her body tensing as if preparing to strike at any moment.
"Tsk, such arrogance." she scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with."
She begins to circle me slowly, her movements fluid and graceful. It's clear that despite her youthful appearance, she's a highly skilled fighter.
Even though the woman's power is undeniable she is still no match for me. I continue to taunt her trying to pry more information.
"Well, then why not introduce yourself then?!"
The girl stops circling me, fixing her gaze firmly on mine. She tilts her head slightly, considering my request.
"My name is Haruka," she declares proudly. "And I am a shinobi-in-training at Hebijo Clandestine Girls' Academy."
Haruka's lips curl into a smirk as she sizes me up, clearly confident in her own abilities. She twirls a kunai between her fingers, the blade gleaming in the sunlight.
"And you are?" she asks, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge.
"Another shinobi from Hanzo Academy, I presume?"
Her eyes flicker briefly to my rinnegan, a flicker of curiosity passing across her face.
I let out a laugh and shook my head.
"Nah! While I do go there I am just an ordinary student. Heck, I didn't even know that Hanzo had shinobi."
Haruka's eyebrows rise in surprise, her smirk faltering slightly. She studies me more closely now, clearly intrigued by my admission.
"An 'ordinary' student at Hanzo Academy?" she repeats skeptically. "That doesn't sound likely..."
Despite her skepticism, Haruka maintains an air of respectfulness. Perhaps she's starting to realize just how powerful you truly are.
I shrug my shoulder not really bothered by her disbelief.
"Whether you believe me or not, it doesn't really change things. You have been hurting innocent people trying to find someone."
I let loose my killing intent dropping all pretenses as I looked Haruka directly in the eyes.
"So here is what is going to happen. You are going to answer every single question I have and then you're free to go."
"However, if I ever catch you doing this again. Well, let's just say I will personally send you straight to hell."
Haruka's expression darkens as she feels the weight of my killing intent. She takes a step back, her hand instinctively moving to grasp the hilt of her kunai, which is still clutched in her other hand.
"You dare threaten me?" she hisses, her eyes flashing with anger. "I am a shinobi, and I will not be intimidated by some arrogant outsider!"
Despite her defiant words, Haruka's posture betrays a hint of unease. She knows she's facing someone far more powerful than herself.
I keep my gaze steady and firm on hers as I up my killing intent and mix it with chakra to give the girl an idea of who she is messing with.
"Let's just call it a promise shall we? Now unless you want me to make good on that promise right here and now. Why don't you start answering questions instead of talking about yourself."
Haruka's defiance wavers momentarily under the pressure of my combined chakra and killing intent. She grits her teeth, struggling to maintain eye contact with me.
"All right," she concedes grudgingly." but only because I want to know why you're so interested in my activities."
She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, but there's a slight tremble in her hands that wasn't there before.
After she agreed I eased up my killing intent and completely stopped adding my chakra. I clap my hands together and with a mocking smile on my face say.
"Smart choice, now what was your mission? Having your puppets disguise themselves as street punks tells me you wanted to draw someone out right?"
Haruka's cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment at being called out so easily. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact with me.
Her jaw tightens, clearly reluctant to reveal any information. But after a tense moment, she relents.
"It was a test," she admits begrudgingly. "We were trying to lure out and gauge the strength of Hanzo Academy's shinobi."
She glances up at me, her expression guarded.
"But I'd like to know why you care so much about our mission. What's your stake in all this?"
I look at her as if she had spouted a second head. "Why do I care? Well, it's quite simple really so it should be easy to follow along. I am a good person who hates when people do bad things."
"Especially when they do bad things to other good people. Like harassing them and taking their money. Sound familiar?!"
Haruka listens intently to your explanation, her guard lowering somewhat. She seems taken aback by your straightforwardness and honesty.
"That's... actually not a bad reason," she admits grudgingly. "But what makes you think you can stop us? We're shinobi, trained in the art of stealth and combat."
Despite her words, there's a note of uncertainty creeping into her voice. She realizes that I am not like other shinobi - that I am different.
I soon find myself laughing at her question and proceed to say with utmost confidence while striking a pose.
"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one."
Haruka blinks, taken aback by my bold declaration. She regards me with a mixture of awe and trepidation, clearly recognizing the immense power emanating from me.
"Who... who are you, really?" She whispers, her voice barely audible over the wind rustling through the trees. "Your strength surpasses anything I've ever encountered..."
For the first time since our confrontation began, Haruka appears genuinely unsettled. She knows she's met her match.
I began to laugh again at her uneasiness. For the first time in my life, I didn't have to hide my power and it felt exhilarating. Deciding to humor her I explain with great glee.
"I'm somebody who has spent over a decade honing his powers unhindered with no real purpose other than to gain more strength. Completely unaware of the hidden world you shinobi reside in."
As Haruka listens to my words, her mind races to process the implications. She shakes her head slowly, marveling at the sheer scale of my power and ignorance.
"You've been living in the shadows, completely oblivious to the existence of shinobi and our world," she says, a hint of wonder creeping into her voice. "It's incredible... and terrifying."
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the next part of the conversation.
My grin widens after hearing that. Nodding my head I say with condescendence dripping from my voice.
"Yes, I suppose to someone like you who had help from centuries of teachings passed down to become strong it would be."
Haruka nods, acknowledging the truth in my words. She takes another cautious step forward, still wary but curious.
"I understand now," she murmurs softly. "You're like a wild card - unpredictable and incredibly dangerous."
She pauses for a moment before continuing.
"But why does this matter to you? Why does it bother you so much that we're preying on others?"
There's genuine interest in her voice now, coupled with a touch of respect for my concern for others.
I look at Haruka and sigh at her ignorance. A scowl forming on my face I begin walking toward her.
With a single step, I disappear from her sight shocking her. Before she can even respond I reappear beside her, much to her shock, and pat her right shoulder.
"Making me repeat myself I see, let me break it down for you. Every being in this world has their own likes and dislikes. When people see something they dislike they will go out of their way to correct it. As I said before I hate vile actions.
Lifting my hand I disappear and reappear back in my original spot. Haruka was paralyzed in place as she began processing not just my capabilities, but also my words.
Haruka ponders my words carefully, absorbing the meaning behind them. After a moment, she nods slowly, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes.
"I think I'm beginning to understand," she says, her voice softening. "You have a strong moral compass, and you won't stand idly by while others suffer injustice."
She meets my gaze directly now, a newfound fear shining in her eyes.
"But what happens now? Will you try to stop us? Punish us for our crimes?"
Her tone is curious rather than challenging as if she's genuinely interested in my response.
All I could do was shrug my shoulders and say with indifference.
"I know better than to get involved in shadow politics without any research. For now, I will keep my end of our deal and let you go."
Haruka's relief is palpable, evident in the way she visibly relaxes. She exhales deeply, her shoulders dropping from their previously tense position.
"Thank you," she says quietly, her earlier hostility fading away. "That's... unexpected."
She looks at me curiously. "Are you always this merciful toward those who wrong others?"
Despite her question, there's no malice in it; rather, it seems like genuine curiosity about my character.
I let out a sigh as I looked up at the sky and said with a heavy heart.
"This world is wrought with strife and conflict. Untold suffering and death happen with every second past. I seek not to add more than what's necessary."
My solemn expression grows weary as I face the girl directly.
"As for your crimes, they cannot be undone by seeking revenge. Nor can they be ignored. However, judgment cast without knowledge is foolishness."
Haruka listens attentively, her previous defiance replaced by a thoughtful silence. She nods slowly, accepting the wisdom in my words.
"I see... " she murmurs softly unable to say anymore completely dumbfounded by what she had just heard.
I turn around and prepare to leave. However, I stop mid-step and turn my head to glare at her from the side.
"You can go ahead and tell your superiors all about me. Frankly, I couldn't care less. Just know if you get innocent people involved again I won't hesitate to put you down!"
Haruka watches me depart, her expression a complex blend of emotions. There's gratitude, respect, and perhaps even admiration for my willingness to show mercy.
As I walk away, Haruka remains rooted to her spot - contemplating the encounter that unfolded between us in-depth.
The black-haired boy stands nearby from where I disappeared and upon seeing my sudden return, his eyes wide with astonishment. He stammers out a question.
"W-what happened? Who was that?"
I contemplated on my way over as to what to tell the black-haired boy. The guy, unlike me, is completely ordinary, and sharing anything more about the situation could put him at risk. So I simply shrug my shoulders and say.
"You're better off not knowing honestly."
The boy's brow furrows in confusion, clearly perplexed by my enigmatic response. His gaze flits back and forth between me and the direction where I had disappeared off to.
"But... you were gone for ages!" He protests, sounding both concerned and baffled. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"
I laugh, genuinely touched by his concern. Smiling as I do my best to ease the boy's worries.
"I'm fine just had a little chat with our puppeteer and she agreed to cut it out."
The boy's eyes widen further at my revelation, a myriad of emotions playing across his features. Relief, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of pride.
"Really?" he exclaims, sounding surprised yet pleased. "That's great news! So... did you learn anything interesting?"
He leans closer to me eagerly awaiting details about your encounter with Haruka.
I shake my head and shrug my shoulders in complete disbelief.
"Didn't I just say you are better off not knowing? You would only be putting yourself in danger."
The black-haired boy's excitement dims noticeably upon hearing my cautionary words. He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh come on," he pleads gently. "Just give me a hint! Please?"
His pleading gaze locks onto mine, full of hope and longing for more information about what transpired during my absence.
In the end, I cave in and after letting out a long drawn-out sigh say with a resigned tone.
"Fine but just don't complain to me when you're pissing your pants."
Soon I began to explain everything that had happened.
The black-haired boy listens intently as I recount my encounter with Haruka, his eyes growing wider with each new detail. By the time I finish speaking, he looks utterly stunned.
"Holy cow..." he breathes, shaking his head in disbelief. "You faced down a shinobi and came out on top? That's insane!"
He stares at me for a long moment, processing the enormity of what I have shared. Then, a slow grin spreads across his face.
"Well, I guess that explains why you're so strong," he says, chuckling lightly. "No wonder you don't take crap from anyone."
The boy claps me on the back, a gesture of camaraderie and appreciation for my bravery.
I jokingly flex my arm and with faux arrogance say."Yep worked hard and long to get this tough!"
Despite the levity I attempted to bring I soon drop my facade and bluntly say.
"Also, aren't you too calm for someone who just learned that Shinobi still exist and are probably gonna come for you in your sleep?"
The boy merely laughs, waving off my concern with a dismissive hand.
"Nah, I'm cool," he assures me with a confident grin. "I mean, sure, shinobi are scary and all, but I trust you to protect me."
He gives my arm a playful punch, his smile never wavering.
"And besides, if they do come for me, I'll just hide behind you," he jokes, pretending to cower behind you dramatically. "You're like a ninja shield now!"
Amused by the boy I playfully say with false indignation.
"Well, I never! I am more than just my body you know!"
The boy bursts out laughing at my feigned outrage, clutching his stomach in mirth.
"Oh, come on!" he wheezes between giggles. "Don't act so offended. It's a compliment, really!"
Soon I burst out laughing as well. Once I settled down I proceeded to introduce myself in the same way Team 7 had introduced themselves.
"I'm Kazuki. I like Western food and I hate needless conflict. My dream for the future is to get even stronger. My hobbies are training, going on walks, and video games."
The dark-haired boy's laughter subsides, replaced by a warm smile as he finally extends his hand to me. As we shook hands he introduced himself.
"Pleased to meet you, Kazuki, he says warmly, shaking your hand firmly. I'm Shinonome. And hey, who doesn't love Western food? Especially when it's cooked by someone else!"
He lets out another chuckle before continuing. "Sounds like we have similar interests. Maybe we could hang out sometime outside of training sessions?"
I shrug my shoulders and laugh with a smiley grin on my face.
"Kinda have to all things considered."
Shinonome's smile widens, his enthusiasm undiminished despite my casual reply.
"Yeah, maybe," he agrees cheerfully. "But seriously though, I'd like that. Getting to know you better sounds fun!"
He nudges me playfully with his elbow. "Besides, it might be nice to have someone around here who isn't constantly trying to beat me in training."
Not even a minute later I end up exchanging phone numbers with Shinonome and hand him a piece of paper with a seal on it.
Shinonome accepts the paper, examining the intricate design of the seal closely. He raises an eyebrow curiously.
"What's this?" he asks, holding up the piece of paper for me to see. "Some kind of invitation or something?"
Despite his teasing tone, there's genuine curiosity in his eyes as he waits for my answer.
As I shook my head as I proceeded to enlighten Shinonome about the paper in question.
"It's a complex summoning seal. If you are ever in real danger the seal will teleport me to where you are."
"Furthermore it's completely element-proofed so you can even take it into water or throw it in fire and it won't affect the paper."
Shinonome's eyes widen as he processes the significance of the seal I have given him. He looks down at the delicate paper in his hands, tracing the intricate lines with his fingertips reverently.
"Wow..." he breathes, clearly impressed by the level of power imbued within such a simple-looking object. "That's some serious high-tech stuff right there."
He glances up at me, a mix of gratitude and awe shining in his eyes. "Thanks, man. This means a lot to me. Knowing you've got my back, no matter what..."
A small smile finds its way onto my face as I scratch the back of my head.
"Don't go giving me too much credit. I would have done the same thing had anyone else been in this situation."
Shinonome grins, brushing off my modesty with a wave of his hand.
"Sure, sure," he says good-naturedly. "But it's different when it comes from you. Because I know you're not just doing it because it's 'the right thing'. You actually care."
His gaze lingers on me for a moment longer before he pockets the sealed paper safely.
A chuckle escapes my throat as I raise an eyebrow and say in a tone that is both sarcastic and playful.
"Was there any doubt?!"
Shinonome chuckles, shaking his head.
"Nope, none whatsoever," he replies confidently." From the moment we met, it was clear that you're a straight shooter. No pretenses, no hidden agendas."
He smirks playfully. "Plus, let's be real, you're kinda impossible to ignore. Even if you wanted to fly under the radar, your presence just demands attention."
I let out a snort.
"You would be surprised by how well I can lay low."
Shinonome raises an eyebrow skeptically, his smirk never faltering.
"Doubtful," he counters, leaning back on his heels. "I mean, just look at yourself. You're tall, strong, and have these piercing eyes that seem to see right through you."
He pauses for a moment before adding, "Not to mention that aura of yours. It's intimidating as hell."
Despite his teasing words, there's a hint of genuine admiration in his voice.
"Heh, thanks. But the only reason you even are noticing any of this is because of two reasons."
I hold out two fingers as I give him my reasons.
"The first and most obvious is that you witnessed my powers and true nature in person."
"Second, but most important is that I am not casting a genjutsu."
Shinonome nods thoughtfully, considering my words.
"That makes sense," he admits, scratching the back of his head. "But even without the whole 'genjutsu' thing, you'd still stand out."
He gestures broadly at my form. "I mean, look at you! You're like a walking contradiction. Tall and quiet, strong but gentle..."
He trails off momentarily before resuming with renewed vigor, "...and don't even get me started on those muscles."
I begin to laugh once again.
"Well, I would love to sit here and be praised endlessly I gotta jet. Need to get a good night's rest before investing all this shinobi nonsense."
Shinonome waves goodbye as I prepare to leave, his usual cheerful demeanor returning.
"See ya later, Kazuki!" he calls out, already planning their next meeting in his mind. "Don't forget about our hangout session!"
Even though I am leaving, Shinonome's infectious energy continues to surround me like a comforting warmth.
Character Bio:
Name: Kazuki
Age: 16
Height: 183 cm
Weight: 175 lb
Hair color: Brown