Chapter 7: Ch7: OH do go on
My life became routine. I would get up every morning, eat, learn, and poke the training dummies. Others tried to emulate my progress with broken fingers as a result. Pounding against the armor helped me develop tighter chakra control, tree climbing, gentle fists, Byakugan Mastery, dexterity, and most importantly, constitution. Tree climbing only activated for a fraction of a second to shift plates between my strikes; chakra control was all about sending my chakra through armor into chakra points, and my gentle fists grew from using them in unique ways. Dexterity came from controlling chakra and manipulating my target. Constitution came from giving no mercy to my target and nearly shattering my hands with each strike. Only my health pool and gamer's body kept my hands safe. The results of six months of training spoke for themselves.
Atom Hyuga lvl25
Class: Illusionist lvl25
Status: Shota Form
HP 750
MP 4000
STR 4 (40)
DEX 5.2 (52)
CON 3 (30)
INT 8 (80)
WIS 7.5 (75)
CHA 9.2 (92)
LUK 2.3 (23)
Skills
Gentle Fists lvl25
Tree Climbing lvl30
Chakra Control lvl4
Byakugan Mastery lvl35
Nightmare Arsenal lvl10
Assassination lvl11
Necromancy lvl15
Phantasmal Form lvl2
Swordsmanship lvl3
Illusion Mastery lvl1
Observe lvl19
Construction 10
Throwing lvl11
Monster Arsenal lvl1
If not for my Shota form, chakra control would have stalled at level 2. Tree Climbing barely gave enough xp for the skill anymore. I needed an actual fight to bring out the skill's full potential. Getting prestige in the skill would really help out. Unfortunately, it was considered a mere training exercise, and taking it further was never a priority.
Even Tsunade's super strength didn't have much to do with the skill as much as I wish it did. So, maxing the skill wouldn't let me blow up mountains with my fist; the DEX stat it gave me every 10 levels told me that well enough. Byakugan gave me intelligence, and the gentle fists were dexterity-related as well. I had nothing to outright grow my strength besides what meager training I could do myself with training weights. If not for my chakra, I wouldn't have been able to wear them at all, which was frustrating.
As far as fights go, I had one lined up; the hidden cloud village was nice enough to line one up for me. I planned to take the bastard down; whether he was a Jonin or not, I wasn't going into this to lose. My Byakugan was active; it had been the entire night I waited in a tree while the Jonin made his way into the main clan compound. Somehow, the guards hadn't caught on. Even with their eyes active, he walked passed them. I had to wait until they turned for the minuscule cone-shaped blind spot to appear and stealthily move past them.
Illusions to make me soundless, them deaf, and animate the background around me as I moved drained my reserves before I found a tree just out of their sight range. They were posted to keep people out of the compound, not monitor the people inside.
So I waited in a tree, watching a Jonin slip past the guards fully within their sight. I thought about all the ways I could use my illusions to bring all the village's attention down on the Jonin. Flashes of light, an animated flashing sign reading cloud Jonin intruder, a 3d image of the Jonin sneaking into the compound floating over the compound like a jumbotron, or I could try a risky option.
"Juicy flesh, gooey marrow, and blood to slake my thirst. I hunger for a feast." Nightmare said.
Monsters were useful to have for cleaning up bodies especially. Illusions gave me a few more tools than the average shinobi. The cloud ninja couldn't hear my steps as I walked up behind him while he moved stealthily toward my sister's room. He smelled only the flowers in bloom from nearby trees; my shadow didn't show down upon him, thanks to a series of light-refracting illusions.
A nightmare slipped into my shadow, waiting for prey.
I struck before speaking. "You are in range." I managed two strikes before the man moved. A kunai stabbed through my neck, slitting my throat to the spine before the man pulled away. I managed two more strikes on his knees. He pushed me away, and I struck his arm.
"A child snuck up on me." The man said.
He took a step back at the sound of clopping hooves. "Seasoned with fear slick on the tongue and ripe with the foreign energies I desire. A substance more marinade than season tender in the flesh binding the soul."
The Jonin's skin bulged where my blows struck. I crawled to my feet. 300 damage was a little more than I bargained for. He collapsed when his legs swelled, and his own muscles shattered bone.
"I spent 12 hours a day for six months practicing the gentle fists." Hinata was still in her bed, and my father had yet to rise. I stared down at the man; none of the guards had turned our way. No patrols were present. Slaughtering the main branch would have been easy. I could have killed until only Hinata remained and burned all information on the cage bird seal. Even the seals to use it on us would fade from history. I stayed in my hand because the cage was more of a cradle. "Over 180 days, that's 2160 hours or 128,600 minutes. In that time, I altered the gentle fists into something less gentle and more fist." I said.
The Jonin moved through half seals with his one good arm.
Nightmare's neck extended, and her mouth gaped open, filled with shadowy fangs. A single bite took the Jonin's good arm. Blood spurted from the new stump, but Nightmare fixed the problem by clamping her mouth over the wound and sucking. Every beat of the Jonin's failing heart fed my monster life, blood, and marrow. She moved from the wound and stomped a hoof on the Jonin's stomach, crushing his guts and opening a black hoof-shaped hole in the Jonin's guts. The monster lowered itself like a horse grazing and slurped the crushed interior of the Jonin. Shadows held the stump from bleeding more, keeping the man conscious through the pain. A silencing illusion cut out the sound waves before they passed. The feast continued until only blood remained, and then shadows cleaned even that. With no body or even blood stains, the Hyuga would be quite confused when Cloud implicates them in the murder of their Jonin. I expected my father to be quite confused.
Lesson 3
Become A Genin
Hide Cloud Jonin Body 1/1
Hidden Task
Hidden Task
Hidden Task
Reward: World Map
Hidden Reward: Class: Lightning Elementalist unlocked
There were no failure conditions. Most likely Agency thought I had a good chance of becoming a Genin. As for the new class, that would be so awesome. An offensive class that I could use to shock and forget would be awesome. It would probably focus on intelligence or wisdom. Unfortunately, if I wanted to really focus on my build, I needed something with a little more charisma.
My charisma stat was where most of my bigger powers came from. Nightmare Arsenal's damage was entirely charisma-based. So, I needed something like a public leader, governor, or scribe. Finding a way to use points to unlock more of my teacher perk tree would be great. There were some skills I would definitely like from my loyal monsters.
"You should get my tentacle skill, then we can rub tentacles together as Yog-Soggoth intended." Big Sis said.
I remembered the tentacles that crushed buildings like soda cans. Something like that wouldn't be terrible so long as I could hide it.
"Phantasmal Form needs some training; let me know when you have time to handle it. Big sis will get you the skill, and then you can summon me to play. I have an idea for a new form that I'm sure you'll love. I've read some of your distant memories uneaten by Grandfather Darkness. Plans are in motion to be the best Big sis I can be." Big sis said.
That didn't sound ominous at all. No, really, what could she possibly find in my memories that were so bad….
She flashed me an image of a big, tittied goat girl with more curves than a country road and tentacles instead of hair. Black blood-sucking mouths covered the tiny tentacles covering her body, and one of her nipples opened into a cavernous hole filled with pink rippling flesh. I looked into the darkness of the internet itself and felt nothing. Not having gone through puberty yet was a godsend.
…
It was in his office in the Hokage's tower that he met the diplomatic representative of the hidden cloud village. The man slammed his hand on the seal reinforced wood style created desk of the Hokage. The ancient piece of history handle even rattled.
Hiruzen listened to the representative of the village hidden in the clouds rant about the death of a Jonin at the hands of Hiashi Hyuga in a kidnapping attempt on a young heiress's life. For a moment, he believed that someone had snuck something into his pipe. Still, no Daiki Saito representing the lightning shadow managed to accuse and demand reparations all in the same breath.
The 3rd dumped the ashes from his pipe and refilled it while Mr. Saito continued. "We demand a life for a life; give us the clan head Hiashi."
Dog sent him the report on the investigation of the compound. There was nothing out of the ordinary. A few bandits were kept in a cell for any number of uses; every person was accounted for and immaculately cared for grounds. Not a fallen leaf was out of place. What else could be expected from a shinobi clan that could see 360 degrees? The cloud ninja that appeared on the scene and first made their demands hadn't found anything, and his own Anbu had also found nothing. Well, if his own men had found something, it would not be in the report for the cloud representative to see.
"Where is Fujii Hara, elite ninja don't just vanish into thin air?" Daiki asked.
"It is in my experience that when outsiders break into the compounds of shinobi capable of seeing through walls in every direction, they don't come out. You have no evidence he entered the compound other than your admittance to a crime. While you continue to stretch your diplomatic immunity, I must inform you that conspiracy to commit a crime on your part does not prove that your Jonin hasn't defected. No trace of physical evidence or chakra signature from your Jonin could be detected even by your best sensors. At this point, you should declare Fujii Hara a missing-nin and return home." Sarutobi Hiruzen said.
"We demand Hiashi's head, or it will be war. Body or not, proof or not, we will have our pound of flesh." Saito said.
The leaf couldn't afford another war. Three years after the Kyubi attack had left them in a state of disrepair. Time was needed to rebuild and train the young to replace the old. Many had fallen, and they didn't have the numbers for another ninja war. It wouldn't take much for Stone to join in, and then it would be the 4th great shinobi war with not Minato.
Even when the embers seem ready to die, the will of fire will ignite stronger and fiercer. He was old, retired once already, and growing weaker every year. If there was a body or proof at all that Fujii had been on the scene, Hiruzen might have sacrificed Hiashi to spare many lives. They were not ready. Itachi was the only candidate on the board and needed time to grow before he could become the fifth.
"No," Hiruzen said.
He blew a cloud of smoke in the young man's face while he waited.
"Then we have nothing more to discuss. I will leave and inform the Raikage of the situation." Saito said.
He waited until the man touched the door and looked back. After a long silence, the diplomat turned back around and returned to his seat red-faced. "Let us discuss the chunin exams," Hiruzen said.
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