Info on Chika

History

Over one thousand years ago, Chika was appointed as the first captain of the 2nd Division. During this time, he fought back against the Lichtreich when they invaded the Soul Society, by blowing off their body parts with powerful blows(kicks and punches), ultimately helping defeat the Quincy army and later settling down during the ensuing peacetime as he found things worth protecting.

Personality

According to Yhwach, Chika was infamous for being a brutal and cold-blooded killer, which he demonstrated by massacring the Quincy of the Lichtreich when they first invaded Soul Society.

Eight years after Naruto's birth

At the Academy

The classroom was buzzing as Iruka droned on about Konoha's foundational history. Naruto lay with his head propped on one hand, eyelids drooping, his shaggy white-yellow hair spilling over his face.

It wasn't boredom exactly, no, Naruto was fully awake, listening to Iruka's voice filter through the room like background music. He liked blending in with the noise, unnoticed. After all, this was his stage, and Naruto Uzumaki knew exactly how to play his part.

From his half-lidded gaze, he sensed a flare of malice aimed directly at him. Naruto's bloodlust simmered, ready to spill over, but a quiet voice murmured in his mind, as if trying to rein him in.

"Control it, Naruto-Sama," Kaminari Yoroi's voice was smooth and steady, laced with a dark amusement. "Save it for someone more deserving."

Naruto let out a deep, calming breath. His smirk broadened as he lifted his head lazily, locking eyes with the source of the malevolent glare, Mizuki. The man's narrowed eyes gleamed with a kind of irritation Naruto had come to relish.

"Oi, Mizuki-sensei," Naruto called out in a lazy, amused drawl. "Careful with all that scowling. You're gonna give yourself wrinkles. And we don't want you looking older than Iruka-Sensei, do we?"

Mizuki's lips tightened into a severe line as several students stifled chuckles. Iruka turned, trying to hide a smile himself, though he shot Naruto a half-hearted glare.

"Pay attention, Naruto!" Mizuki's tone was clipped, the kind of forced patience that always hinted at hidden resentment. "You're here to learn, not to nap."

Naruto shrugged, glancing sideways at Shikamaru, who was struggling to keep his eyes open, head drooping like a wilting flower. He nudged him with an elbow, earning a groggy mutter about "clouds being way more interesting than history." Naruto suppressed a laugh. If Mizuki hated him for zoning out, he wondered why Shikamaru didn't catch the same flak. Ah, well, not his problem.

A soft voice rumbled through his mind then. "These villagers are fools," Kurama remarked, his tone steeped in irritation.

Naruto chuckled, shifting in his seat. "Let 'em hate me," he thought back. "Doesn't make a difference." Though inwardly, he mused about how satisfying it would be if they ever tried to act on that hatred. If they did, he wouldn't think twice about leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.

As the lesson dragged on, Iruka suddenly turned to the class, his eyes brightening as he posed a question to engage them. "Who do you all think was the strongest Hokage?"

Immediately, hands shot up around the room, and one of the students eagerly called out, "The Fourth Hokage! He was the fastest of them all, right? Not to mention he prevailed against 1000 iwa ninja." The student added that Minato killed the Nine-Tails.

Naruto's smirk softened for a moment. Listening to the awestruck admiration of his father stirred something within him, a quiet pride he rarely allowed himself to feel. If only they knew, he thought, the idea of revealing his lineage tempting, yet far too valuable a secret to give away.

As the students shared their opinions, some bashed Tobirama and Hiruzen, especially since most hadn't learned much about their skills. Iruka immediately interjected, giving a stern look to the class. "Show some respect for the Third! He's led our village through hard times, don't judge so quickly."

Naruto leaned back, crossing his arms. He couldn't resist adding his two cents. "It's gotta be the First Hokage," he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. "He defeated eight of the nine tailed beasts on his own. Hashirama was in a class of his own."

The classroom fell silent, all eyes turning to Naruto. Even Iruka seemed caught off guard, blinking in surprise, while Mizuki's expression soured. Naruto grinned as his classmates stared, still processing that little-known fact. He loved disrupting the peace every once in a while.

--

Later, during taijutsu practice

The courtyard buzzed with anticipation as Kiba squared off against Sasuke, his stance low and tense. It was clear early on that the fight was one-sided, Sasuke's movements were refined, every punch and kick calculated to land, while Kiba's attacks were wild and impulsive.

Naruto leaned against a tree nearby, his arms behind his head, watching with an amused smirk. "Oi, Kiba, you're moving like a rabid mutt chasing its own tail!" he called out, his voice carrying just enough for everyone to hear.

The surrounding students burst into laughter. Kiba's face flushed as he shot Naruto a withering glare. "Shut up, Naruto! Like you could do any better!"

Naruto's eyes crinkled into a eye-smile, masking any trace of seriousness. Do better? He almost scoffed. Kiba didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

In another desperate lunge, Kiba threw himself at Sasuke, who sidestepped easily, grabbing Kiba by the arm and flipping him onto his back. Naruto snickered as Kiba groaned, glaring up at Sasuke's smug expression.

"Better luck next time," Naruto teased, earning another seething glare from Kiba.

Naruto just chuckled. "Don't worry, Kiba. I'll take him down for you sometime," he added with a lazy wink.

"Oh, shut up!" Kiba snapped, throwing a half-hearted punch at the air. The other students laughed, while Naruto held his grin, relishing every bit of the banter.

--

Naruto vs. Shino

Naruto's smirk widened as he stepped up to face Shino. He threw a playful glance at the girls gathered along the sidelines, blowing a few exaggerated kisses. Hinata blushed so fiercely she fainted on the spot, while a few others cheered for him with unabashed excitement. Kiba scowled, folding his arms. "Kick his butt, Shino!"

Naruto snickered, already calculating his moves. As the match began, he launched into a sloppy, exaggerated series of punches and kicks, each attack with an obvious opening. Shino, stoic as ever, dodged and parried easily, his expression never changing. Naruto stumbled back dramatically, pretending to recover as the girls urged him on.

After a few minutes, Naruto purposefully let Shino's kick send him skidding across the ground. As he sat up, brushing off dirt with a playful pout, Kiba was laughing outright. "Ha! Serves you right, Naruto!"

Naruto shook his head, not a bit disheartened. "Guess I'll need all of you to cheer louder next time," he quipped, flashing a grin. The girls practically swooned, hearts in their eyes as they crowded around him.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow from the sidelines, muttering, "This guy's got some serious rizz..."

--

After Academy Hours

When the day ended, Naruto slipped through the shadows, silently infiltrating the Hokage's office. With quick hands, he pocketed several documents and, as a final touch, left behind a scribbled note, an exaggerated drawing of himself sticking out his tongue.

Later, Hiruzen sighed deeply as he discovered the note, both exasperated and quietly impressed. "That boy... he is good enough to evade even the Anbu," he muttered to himself, torn between scolding and admiration. With a resigned sigh, he sent an Anbu to fetch Naruto.

The boy arrived, all smiles, hands behind his head as he strolled into the room. Hiruzen's gaze softened, though he tried to keep his expression stern. "Naruto, you should be grateful I don't punish you for these pranks," he said, exhaling.

Naruto laughed. "Thank you, Jiji! You're too kind."

Hiruzen just pinched the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do with you?"

Naruto's grin widened. "Well, if you want, you could use my talents for something more useful." His tone shifted, turning slightly serious as he added, "Espionage... even assassination."

Hiruzen blinked, his face falling into a serious expression. "You're just a child. How can you speak so calmly about... murder?"

Naruto's smile faded, his golden eyes glinting with an intensity far beyond his years. "I'm not like other children, Jiji. Unlike them I have a bloodlust that needs to be sated," Naruto said, his voice cool and almost detached.

Hiruzen listened, his eyes softening with unspoken thoughts as Naruto revealed the unsettling truth that lingered beneath his smile and playful antics. Bloodlust, the word hung heavily in the air, alien in its presence when spoken by someone so young, yet Hiruzen saw the glimmer of an undeniable truth in Naruto's unwavering expression. So young, yet he speaks of killing as though it were a craft he's always known.

Hiruzen's mind drifted back to the many lives he'd seen touched, and darkened by the shinobi way, lives often changed irreparably by the burdens of bloodshed. The Third Hokage had hoped, somewhere in his heart, to shield Naruto from this path for a bit longer. Yet here Naruto was, standing unflinching.

"There's more to espionage and assassination than just stealth," Hiruzen said after a beat, choosing to focus on the task at hand, though his voice carried the weight of his thoughts. "You'll need patience, precision, and the ability to control your impulses. Sometimes it's not about how quickly you can strike, but how long you can wait, and how well you can blend into the shadows."

Naruto didn't respond immediately. Instead, he exhaled a quiet sigh, rolling his shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "Give me three months," he said after a moment. "Three months to improve my skills. I'll be ready by then."

Hiruzen studied the boy carefully, his keen eyes narrowing slightly. "Three months? And you'll do this... on your own?"

Naruto nodded confidently. "I'll be fine. I don't need any extra help."

Hiruzen raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Are you sure about that? You'll need more than physical skills. Espionage requires a lot of knowledge, about the world, geography, the different villages, their politics, their tactics. There's much to learn if you're to be truly effective."

Naruto's gaze flickered briefly, then he grinned. "I'm not worried. I've got this."

The Hokage nodded slowly. There was something in Naruto's tone that wasn't just childish bravado. He could see the determination behind the words, the quiet confidence that marked him as someone who could rise above the others, whether they liked it or not. "Very well," Hiruzen said with a soft chuckle. "Make sure you're well-prepared. You've got three months. But don't forget to brush up on the basics, like geography and the lay of the land. You'll be far better off understanding the bigger picture before jumping into the field."

Naruto gave a half-smile and made his way to the door, but before he could leave, Hiruzen called after him. "And Naruto, don't forget the documents you've "borrowed". I'll be expecting those back."

Naruto's grin grew wider. "Don't worry, old man. I'll make sure to bring them back... or maybe I"ll just sell them. Who knows?" he said with a teasing wink before vanishing.

--

The Three-Month Preparation

Naruto's life at the Academy continued on as if nothing had changed, his usual antics seamlessly blending with a sharpened focus. He played the handsome clown effortlessly, his charm both endearing and infuriating to his classmates. In geography lessons, Naruto paid close attention, his mind absorbing the layout of borders and regions as if he were studying a map of opportunities.

Naruto didn't allow himself to slack off when it came to his physical training, though. Every day, he focused on improving his skills, his Hakuda, his shunpo, his shurikenjutsu. Every night, he entered his mindscape, where Kurama and Kaminari Yoroi were waiting to push him even harder.

But it wasn't just the physical or spiritual training that Naruto was working on. He'd been perfecting his ability to remain unseen, to move without leaving a trace. His pranks had become a ritual of sorts, each more elaborate than the last. He made sure his stealth and cunning were honed to a razor's edge. Every prank he completed for himself was a step closer to becoming the elite assassin he knew he could be.

--

The Day of Reckoning

Hiruzen sat at his desk, buried in paperwork as usual. With a sigh, he reached for a new stack of reports. But then something sharp pressed against the side of his neck.

His fingers stilled on the papers. The air was different, charged with a presence he hadn't noticed until it was almost too late.

Naruto's voice came from behind him, calm, almost bored. "You guys really should work on your situational awareness."

Hiruzen's gaze flicked to the anbu stationed around the room, all of whom had been completely unaware of Naruto's presence until it was too late. The boy's stealth was really on whole other level.

"Are you ready?" Hiruzen asked, setting his pen down and turning to face the boy.

Naruto removed the kunai from the Hokage's neck, his smirk not faltering. "Born ready."

Hiruzen let out a low chuckle, though there was a sharpness to it.

The Hokage's eyes darkened slightly, his mind already working through the implications of what Naruto had just demonstrated. If this boy really was as ready as he claimed... then the road ahead would be a dangerous one. But it would also be an interesting one.

"Well then," Hiruzen said, his tone shifting to one of quiet authority. "Let's begin."