Monday Evening.
"The motions he made… it was… like so?"
Within the Hyūga Clan Head Hidden Cave, Zi Wuji stood, shirtless, covered from head to toe in sweat. There, on the ground, the sand that made the bagua, the yin-yang symbol, appeared completely undisturbed.
Then, without warning, his hand blurred forward, moving at such a speed that they vanished from the naked eye, leaving a sharp crack echoing throughout the air.
His palm strike had broken the sound barrier.
With the three-hundred and sixty-degree vision granted by the Byakugan, he didn't need to move his head to examine his arm. Contrary to what one would expect, there was almost no visible damage from the action, as if he were used to performing such feats regularly.
"Hahaha! Truly worthy of the appellation of Master!"
There was a large preliminary movement inside the body when a human attempted to move. If one were to raise the right hand, the pectoral muscle, the latissimus dorsi muscle, and the muscle on the shoulder would move first, and these potions preceded the eventual movement of the hand itself.
As someone whose Byakugan was activated 24/7, Zi Wuji constantly saw the preliminary movements of individuals in their muscular systems. For one with normal eyes, it was possible to train hard enough to predict an attack by seeing the external cues of such movements, but for someone with eyes who could see the nitty-gritty detail in depth and analyze it step by step?
Prediction was the least he could do.
He could mimic those exact movements.
He could mimic muscle memory.
Usually, there would be drawbacks from such an action, such as the muscles needed to perform the corresponding action lacking the flexibility or 'knowledge' and so, imitating those unfamiliar actions would lead to soreness, injury, or severe damage. Similarly, if one's bones were not strong enough to withstand the force exerted, they could break or otherwise shatter.
It would be the same as a man who had never lifted a pebble suddenly attempting to lift a hundred horses.
"In the end, all things conjoin into one. I did not spend a whole year observing those three Clans in vain."
During his second year of creating his Technique Journal, he had spent the entire year observing Genjutsu users, as well as the Yamanaka, Akimichi, and Nara Clans from a distance with his Byakugan.
That was how he learned that children as young as six or seven in the Akimichi clan were taught how to use Yang Chakra to alter, expand, and contract their bones, muscles, organs, and flesh. It was a primary 'training exercise' similar to the water walking technique that prepared them for the complexity of the Baika no Jutsu — the Multi-Size Technique.
The Multi-Size Technique was not a 'transformation' in the same vein as the Transformation Technique. That clan of fat mortals had a genuine technique that altered their size and the physical proportions of their body along with its organs, bones, and muscles, allowing them to become giants, or make certain parts of their body larger than others.
The technique was, in Zi Wuji's opinion, one of the deadliest to learn. If a fool were to unwittingly try to learn it and attempt to expand their entire body with the technique but failed to expand the size of the organs, they could end up with a giant body pumping blood into a tiny heart, which would instantly cause the heart to explode and kill the user.
Zi Wuji had learned their Yang Chakra exercises and knew how to alter his body on a minuscule level. He knew, in detail, the specific amount of Yang Chakra he needed to inject into his muscles at the exact moment, to allow them to 'grow' and 'expand' into the specific form needed to perform an action it usually wouldn't be capable of, and then instantly revert it.
This was something that was utterly impossible for anyone without completely perfect control of their chakra to pull off. The timing and specificity were such that a delay of milliseconds would cause unfathomable injury.
But he was Zi Wuji. The Zodiac Formation King. How could he, a once great cultivator, ever make such an error?
As for the other implementations of the Multi-Size Technique, he never bothered learning it in its entirety, as he would sooner end his existence than tolerate the idea of rolling around like a fat dumpling.
However, his distaste for their 'human boulder' technique aside, their principles of body alteration were things he held in high value as he'd long been searching for multiple avenues to turn his mortal body back into that of a cultivator.
Stretching out his arms, Zi Wuji grabbed a towel he'd kept on the side and began wiping himself down.
"Neji-ni-sama… it's… b-b-been one… h-hour…"
Moving towards the sound of slightly chattering teeth, Zi Wuji nodded in approval as Byakugan's gaze fell upon his cousin deep in the frigid water. Peering past her naked form until he caught a glimpse of the flow of her chakra, he resisted the urge for his brow to twitch.
This brat progresses faster than I expected…
Zi Wuji's brows furrowed in befuddlement. Over the course of the past few months, his cousin's skin had begun to show minor changes. There were higher cheekbones, a softer jawline, thinner eyebrows, and fuller lips, along with a luster to her skin, as it became more and more fair in complexion. Her hair similarly had grown far faster than usual, already reaching waist length. More noticeably, his gaze could start to see the development of certain secondary sexual characteristics.
Yin represents femininity, and this exercise which is designed to increase the purity of her Yin Chakra will also enhance her femininity… so in three or four years this child will be as developed as girls twice her age… and as she grows, her beauty will also undergo a revolutionary change…
Zi Wuji found great amusement in this.
To think a day would come when I would end up nurturing one of those so-called flawless Jade Beauties.
It seems I'll have to teach her how to perform a Partial Transformation in the future and constantly keep it active, otherwise, she'll never know peace… boys will desire her, and girls will desire to be her.
Haha… she might soon be worthy enough of being my cousin in the end.
"It's enough."
"H-hai."
The girl clambered out of the water, and Zi Wuji felt the air around him drop significantly as she did so.
"Have you been practicing what I taught you?"
Without a word, the girl took a step forward. The 'her' that was where she was, vanished entirely into a gust of wind and left behind a few lingering snowflakes. A new 'her' immediately appeared in front of him.
The technique did not require any hand seals.
"Good. Remember, this movement technique should not be taught to anyone. Only use it when I send you on errands, or when your life is in danger."
"H-h-hai, N-Neji-ni-sama."
The effects of the Yin Training Method seem to be working wonders on her, and as for the rest of the Clan…
The vast majority of the Hyūga had thrown themselves diligently into training, climbing the Tempering Heaven Staircase day after day in an attempt to increase their chakra control. It would be enough to motivate them in the short term, for at least another five years.
But by then — he wouldn't need such a thing.
Five years…?
Given his current rate of progress, in five years, there would be no one in the entire village who would be his equal. He could simply abandon it, whisk away that Kushina woman, and return to his rightful place as a cultivator — throughout heaven and earth, he alone would be supreme.
Except — he couldn't.
Not anymore.
Is this the guidance of the Karma Desolation Way Codex?
Zi Wuji thought the matter over carefully.
A cultivator, one who sought to defy the heavens, was allowed to only bow to three people in their lifetime: their father, their mother, and their master.
There was a sacred bond between master and disciple. A karmic link that connected them. The choice of a master could often have grave or severe consequences on one's karmic destiny.
The enemies of the master became the enemies of the disciple. The grudges and unresolved matters, karmic luck, and fate would be passed down similarly. A master was more than a teacher to a cultivator, they were a spiritual and life guide, as the cultivation methods, philosophy, and ideology of the master were ingrained into the student.
If a once-in-a-million-years heavenly genius with a profound destiny were given a subpar master of lacking or even average fate, the inevitable outcome for that heavenly genius was to become second-rate.
So important was the bond between them, that one of the greatest crimes one could commit that would earn one the scorn of both heaven and earth was to betray their master.
It was often seen by many to be more vile than betraying one's parents, as, in the end, you did not choose your parents, but in most cases, you willingly selected and kowtowed three times before the heavens to your master. No individual who had ever betrayed their master, in Zi Wuji's memory, had possessed a good end.
Of course, the Karma Desolation Way Codex could completely wash away the karmic debt from doing such a thing. However, it was currently in a sealed state, and required a copious amount of qi to activate all its heaven-defying features. An amount that he'd likely not have until at least the Foundation Establishment Realm. This also meant the negative karma from betraying his Master could not be erased until after he became a powerful Cultivator.
But, the longer such a thing lingered, the more likely that it would hinder his future cultivation progress, and likely evolve into a heart devil.
Zi Wuji did not wish for such a thing to happen. In this second life of his, his path of cultivation must be without blemish.
As such by accepting Guy as his Master, he would have to avoid any actions that would be considered a betrayal of his Master.
That included betraying Konoha.
'…Is the Karma Desolation Way Codex pushing me towards this outcome?'
Originally, he wanted to avoid being assigned a sensei.
To start with, he had not believed that there was a single mortal alive that was capable of receiving the appellation of 'Master' from him. What could a mere brat of twenty or thirty or forty years teach him, the Zodiac Formation King, Zi Wuji?
There were years he had spent in seclusion that were longer than their lifespans!
Even more so, he did not wish for his karmic luck to be tied to that of an unfortunate and useless individual. No! Absolutely not!
Such an outcome would be catastrophic.
Were he to have a master who was doomed for misfortune, then his future endeavors would also be doomed for misfortune!
All of these were the reasons he developed his 'ten exchanges' rule.
At best, he would allow one who could manage to withstand ten exchanges from him to begrudgingly be considered his teacher, but he would not acknowledge them as a Master.
It was not ideal, but, any who could survive ten exchanges with him was at the very least, of passable skill.
Not once, at all, in his mind, had he expected to find the existence of a person like Might Guy.
Might Guy had defeated him in five exchanges. Of course, he had not gone all out, nor had he used all the means at his disposal, but neither had his opponent. He was aware that if both parties went all out, Might Guy would hold the advantage with his ability to open all Eight Gates, his longer reach, his older body and greater physicality. As such, his defeat would still be without question.
He had his pride as a cultivator. To eat his own words in claiming that he would only acknowledge those who could last ten exchanges would be to diminish himself.
By defeating him, Might Guy was worthy of receiving the acknowledgment of 'Master' from him. It was no exaggeration to claim the man was the only one alive in Konoha, no, in the entire Elemental Nations, worthy of it.
By genuinely accepting him as his Master, their karma was now bound.
Master Guy…
The speed displayed had baffled and upturned his understanding of the mortals of this world. The attack Master Guy had launched was in no way inferior to that of a First or Second Layer Body Strengthening Realm Cultivator.
Breaking the barrier of sound with one's attacks was above the limits of most common mortals in the Rain World.
If Master Guy were to open all Eight Great Points — no, Gates — he would at least, be at the level of an Eight or Ninth Layer Body Strengthening Realm Cultivator.
Of course doing so would kill him… such temporary strength is unsuitable for one I've acknowledged…
Zi Wuji clicked his tongue.
This has made matters more complicated…
He paced about, his mind ablaze.
There are only three ways to avoid the negative karma from the betrayal of one's master. One is if one's Master betrays them first… but given the behavior and attitude of Master Guy….
It was unlikely, if not outright impossible, for such a person to betray him. In fact, Zi Wuji was so certain that as long as he did not cross Might Guy's bottom line by betraying Konoha or its inhabitants, there was no world in which that man backstabbed or betrayed him first.
The other is if Konoha betrays me first, as such, my actions would not be considered a betrayal…
Again, such an outcome was also unlikely. Konoha, as of yet, had no reason to betray him or attempt to wish him death. He was considered a 'promising young genius' of the village. He was one of the village's golden geese. They had no reason to chop off its neck before it laid the precious eggs.
The third is if the Master dies or severs the relation…
Zi Wuji did not see Might Guy dying any time soon. He could not kill the man, as that would be betrayal, as would leaving him to die, or setting up scenarios where he fell. Moreso, he doubted there was anything he could say that did not constitute a betrayal that would cause the man to sever the bond between them.
I see, I see… so it's like this.
This must indeed be a subtle influence of the Karmic Desolation Way Codex…
I did not feel any strange sense of repulsion when I encountered him… no, if anything, there was a feeling of acceptance immediately.
Is it that, to some degree, 'Hyūga Neji' and 'Might Guy' have an intertwined fate as Master and Disciple? A fate so strong that even had my soul not been reborn into this body, their life paths would still intersect?
Zi Wuji pondered things slowly.
If such is the case, it would be easier to change my plans to account for finding a way to regain my cultivation without betraying the village, than it would be to think of a way to break this karmic bond of Master and Disciple.
Abducting the Hokage's wife was no longer on the table. Even if he were to disguise himself, even if he were to make sure no one was aware it was him, he would still possess knowledge of that 'betrayal of the Master', which would cause problems with his cultivation down the line.
No one, not Might Guy, not Zi Wuji, not even the Toad Oracle of Mt. Myōboku had realized, that in a strange, unexpected twist of fate —
Might Guy had saved the village of Konohagakure no Sato from destruction.
For it was guaranteed that as long as he lived, Zi Wuji would not take any actions to destroy or harm his Master's village.
On the contrary, he would have to defend it from invaders and enemies.
Because it was a place — a thing — that his master cherished.
In my past life, I acknowledged only one man as my Master, but he was already weakened and frail, and he passed away shortly after imparting to me the bits of knowledge he possessed…
Had Master Gu been in his prime… would I also have qualms as I do now?
Without warning, Zi Wuji burst out into odd, indecipherable laughter.
"N-Neji-ni-sama?"
Glancing at the confusion, and minute fear in his cousin's gaze, his lips curled upwards.
"I recalled a funny tale."
Yes, truly a funny tale.
If my enemies who knew my identity as Long Gongji were to hear that even I have a bottom line, they would cripple the cultivation of anyone who told them such a thing. A man who can lie, cheat, steal and rob countless women of their chastity, possesses lines he does not dare cross? Such a man still dares honor the bond between himself and his Master?
In the end, I can deceive the world, I can deceive the heavens, I can deceive Gods, Immortals, and Buddhas, but I cannot deceive myself. No matter what, I cannot be the sort of person who accepts a Master, only to stab them in the back.
Such individuals are truly the scum of the cosmos.
If he, Zi Wuji, were to ever encounter such an unfortunate individual who betrayed their master for personal benefit, who abandoned the teachings, lessons, and knowledge imparted by one who was considered their teacher, he would not hesitate at all to slam his palm against their head and send them on their way to the Yellow Springs.
So how then, could he become such a person?
No.
This meant he needed a change of approach.
Must I slowly ingratiate myself with the Hokage's family and inner circle? By doing so I may yet find a means. The Flutter-Forcing Finger Art may still be of use once I successfully recreate it…
The problem was finding a method to slowly ingratiate himself that wouldn't draw suspicion.
Alternatively, there are eight other tailed beasts that were shared by that fool Hashirama. It is not out of the expectation that they will also be sealed in varying vessels…
Gathering the chakra of eight of them may yet be sufficient for my purposes of truly transforming my body. However, the matter of difficulty won't be any lower. I do not have sufficient enough knowledge of these other villages, and what trump cards they possess…
He would need to begin accruing information.
Rubbing his forehead at the unneeded complexity of the matters before him, Zi Wuji realized there was still another issue.
My 'team' or, rather, as I've accepted Master Guy and they are similarly his students, they should be called my Junior Disciple-Brother, and Junior Disciple-Sister…
Zi Wuji had paid no interest whatsoever in the wastrel girl who was his new Disciple-Sister. A simple glance had told him that she had recently lost a significant portion of her chakra. One seal or another had been improperly or impatiently removed from her body, which left negative impacts on her psyche and capabilities.
Yet, he doubted her capabilities were all that impressive even before she was reduced to being barely better than a cripple. The revealing fishnets she wore had no effect on him, and, compared to the countless Jade Beauties he'd seen in his lifetime, she was barely fit to be his servant girl.
She was, in every category, from looks to skills, complete trash.
But at the same time, she was also a fellow 'disciple' of Master Guy. She was his 'Junior Disciple-Sister.'
Ergo, she was now his trash.
His Byakugan recentered his gaze on his cousin who was drying herself off with a towel, and Zi Wuji contemplated his options.
One of the variants of the Yin Training Method will be effective. The results will be slower given her age, but, fortunately, despite appearances, she still has her chastity, so the chance of success is not low.
With the Byakugan, it was relatively easy to know such things. A casual glance within a specific spot and the fluctuations of yin within her confirmed that she was still a virgin. Perhaps beyond using her own fingers or toys, she had yet to receive a man.
Is she one of those types that acts provocatively and promiscuous, but is secretly traditional and demure? Or is it maybe that few would dare approach her for such matters because they assumed her legs have been spread countless times by others?
No one wants to plow in a field that has seen a thousand farmers? So even here, the attitudes are the same.
In the Rain World, oftentimes, if a cultivator pursued a beauty, but found out she had lost her chastity, not only would he lose all interest in her, he might even scorn her and desire to kill her.
No male cultivator wanted to be told, discover, or suspect that they were lacking in sexual matters compared to one or multiple previous partners of their woman.
No male cultivator, similarly, desired to learn that the object of their affection had been won over by someone else. They would either seek to destroy that object of affection or the one who won them over.
This was not a matter of petty pride or mere ego.
It was a matter of survival.
To be subjected to such knowledge, the knowledge that one was 'lacking' in one way or the other, could cause them to develop a heart devil.
It would cause them to be afflicted with a deep-seated mental flaw that could hinder their cultivation paths, creating bottlenecks in their progression for the pinnacle of the Dao, and ultimately drive them insane, leading to qi deviation and death.
As such, the chastity of female cultivators was regarded highly because in that regard, one didn't need to worry. If the woman had never had any sexual partners, how would she know if her Dao Partner was lacking? How could she make comparisons?
This was one of the main reasons why Long Gongji was so hated. As one who 'stole' the virtue of women, it meant he had, in a way, left them as 'used goods.' Cultivators who lacked absolute confidence in their sexual skills would never dare pursue those women again, as to do so was to court death.
Zi Wuji had even heard a tale of a man who had done so once, pursuing a priestess who had managed to keep the secret of being one of those Zi Wuji had deflowered. Supposedly, upon hearing the words 'Why is it so small?' he immediately spat out blood and collapsed, his previously unshakeable Dao Heart shattering instantly.
Shaking his head, he disregarded the matter.
Lastly, there's that 'Disciple-Brother' of mine…
The Uchiha on his team was a Heavenly Genius. A true Prodigy. Zi Wuji could tell the moment he encountered him. Everything about the boy gave him uncomfortable flashbacks towards Ye Fangchen, the Heir of the Celestial Moon Devil Pavilion. A person whose cultivation speed was above and beyond his peers, a person who could fight against those of higher realms, a person whose very existence seemed to be ordained before their birth as the 'protagonist' of an era.
A so-called Favored Son of Heaven.
Zi Wuji was curious. He wanted to know what the 'true' standard for a genius was. He, despite the claims of others, did not qualify as a genius. He was, after all, a reincarnated cultivator. That child on the other hand, was not.
He had not done much research on the Uchiha Clan, but he gathered they possessed a Dōjutsu of their own, which allowed them varying access to certain techniques. Zi Wuji hadn't been aware that they could see the chakra flow of others until he saw the boy do just that.
He should already be aware of one or two of my trump cards. As expected of one worthy of being my 'Disciple-Brother.'
A Favored Son of Heaven and a Trash of No Renown… why does this sound familiar?
Zi Wuji shook his head.
Regardless… it may yet be possible for me to kill three birds with a single stone.
"Hinata."
"Y-yes, Neji-ni-sama?"
"I need you to tell the servants to purchase a few things for me."
"O-of course, Neji-ni-sama!"
"How much does ten yards of spandex cost?"
Hinata blinked.
"...s-spandex?"
XXXXX…Is she a fool?
A man wearing a black robe enamored with red clouds stood inside of a small inn located in a nondescript gambling town and found his lips forming into a frown, behind his mask.
Is she a fool?
There were not many belongings within the room, but there was enough. A few sealing scrolls, some bags, and clothes, and minor other items. There was enough. Enough to paint the picture that his prey had not thought to come back for the seemingly minor belongings they left behind.
The only thing even worthy of being considered a challenge had been evading the Sunagakure no Sato shinobi who were keeping watch over the town. After all, this was where the nephew of their Daimyō had been brutally murdered.
But the Chūnin and Jōnin of such mediocre skill would not be able to sense him. They would not find him if he did not wish to be found. He'd managed, once upon a time, to sneak into the likes of Konohagakure no Sato in pursuit of assassinating their Kage. Compared to the quality of shinobi of that village, in that era, the ones guarding this town may well have been blind and deaf.
He strode across the room without uttering a word, before he picked up an article of clothing.
Any shinobi with ninken should be capable of tracking her location by scent alone. Konoha should still have no shortage of members of the Inuzuka Clan…
It would not be hard for them to find her.
Sunagakure no Sato on the other hand did not possess ninken, nor did they train specialized hounds. Hounds did not do well in the desert. There were few creatures with enhanced senses adapted for tracking prey that could thrive in the desert and that could be domesticated. The environment the village was situated in was the reason why their specialties were puppets, poison, fan techniques, and wind-style techniques.
Not a single member of the many Suna shinobi who arrived here would possibly consider using the clothes left behind to track her because none of them were capable of doing so.
It was hard to learn how to track others in a land where one's footsteps could and would easily be obscured by the ever-shifting sands and ever-present sandstorms in a matter of moments.
Silently, and softly, a strange blue mask emerged out of the man's chest, going past his red-cloud-covered robes. The mask's jaw unhinged into rows upon rows of sharp teeth, before it took a deep, long whiff of the room and the article of cloth in his hand.
Then, the mask turned towards a specific direction.
Without making a sound, the man in the room took a single step forward and then vanished.
The single innocuous piece of clothing, and the blue mask, vanished along with him.
XXXXX"You have a delivery, Itachi-sama."
"Delivery?"
Itachi's gaze glanced outside. His eyes did not deceive him. The sun had yet to rise. It was not even yet six o'clock in the morning. The only reason he was awake was because he had long developed a habit of waking early to help his mother take care of little Sasuke when he was still a baby. His younger brother was no longer a child that needed his diapers changed, but the habit had not entirely left him.
He slowly turned his attention to the Uchiha Clan Guard who had arrived with a box in hand, his unasked question being clearer than day.
"The delivery… came from a maid of the Hyūga Clan."
There was only one connection he possessed with any individual of that clan. It was a fairly recent connection as well.
"I see."
The box was left in front of him, and Itachi opened it, only for his brows to furrow completely.
Within it, was a surprisingly well-made black bodysuit, neatly folded.
An outfit made of spandex.
His first instinct was to close the box and keep it to the side, but he fought it down and began to think.
Without a doubt, Hyūga Neji had sent this to him. Having seen and experienced the boy's genius himself, Itachi did not believe there was not a message or a reason behind this.
The most obvious was that the skin-tight black bodysuit was nearly a one-for-one replica of the one his latest sensei, Might Guy, wore. Yet, calling it a replica would somehow do it a disservice. There were obvious differences, because this one was, dare he say it, fashionable.
The black color provided the attire a strangely more appealing flair than the bright green worn by the famed taijutsu expert. Yet, Itachi was certain that there was still more to it.
The Uchiha Heir swiftly activated his Sharingan.
His eyes rapidly shrunk to the point of pin-pricks.
He went rigid. Ramrod stiff.
He sat there, staring at the black spandex bodysuit in silence for several minutes.
"Itachi-kun! Are you awake? I need your help in the kitch —"
His mother stepped into his room. It took him a few moments to realize that he'd been so lost simply staring at the skin-tight spandex suit he'd not noticed her entering.
"What's this?"
He turned to her, yet found himself strangely unable to speak. He wanted to say something, but no matter how he thought about conveying the information, his brain drew blanks. Instead, he stared with his Sharingan at his mother in silence, then turned back to the spandex bodysuit.
"Itachi-kun?"
A former veteran kunoichi in her own right, Mikoto immediately noticed the oddity. Her Sharingan spun to life, only for her eyes to similarly shrink in the exact same manner as she stared at the black spandex.
"Itachi-kun… Did Jiraiya-sama —"
"No."
"Then Kushina —"
"Hyūga Neji sent this."
The silence in the room grew.
"You need to show this to your father. Immediately."
Itachi allowed a slow nod.
"Yes, ka-san."
Itachi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Everyone, every single person in Konoha, himself included —
Had grossly underestimated the depths of Hyūga Neji's genius.
XXXXXMitarashi Anko wasn't certain whether she should laugh or cry.
A part of her wanted to do both. A small part of her wanted to burst out into laughter, and then curl up into a ball and weep, and then laugh as she curled into a ball, and weep as she doubled over, her stomach hurting.
It hadn't been easy accepting the fact that she was the least skilled member of her new team. It still had not yet fully sunk in. Despite being the oldest amongst the group of brats, and despite being the one who had once previously been a Chūnin, she'd been nothing but an observer as they both ignored her and left her completely in the dust.
She'd not had an easy time sleeping.
It was why she'd been awake when someone rang her doorbell at around five in the morning, and why she'd been baffled when she found a young pale-eye Hyūga girl politely offering her a box. The brat in question looked to be even younger than the itty-bitty Hyūga Genin and left her brows furrowing for a few moments.
The raven-haired girl was young, but she was strangely pretty. The further Anko stared at her face, the odder and stranger a weird sense of doubt about her own attractiveness began to pierce her heart.
"From Neji-ni-sama."
"...What?"
The girl pushed the box into her hands, bowed, and then immediately vanished in a light gust of wind, leaving behind tiny snowflakes in her wake. Anko blinked several times in befuddlement.
That was… Body Flicker? No… there's no way. A Clone? No — that can't be it. It was solid. What the hell?
She couldn't identify, at all, how the girl vanished. Furrowing her lips, she glanced at the box that had been given to her. Her first instinct was to toss it into the trash can, but she reigned the impulse in.
If it ended up being something of significant importance, how would she explain herself?
Also, how the fuck does the bastard know where I live?
It was a little unnerving. Sure, she knew he lived in his big ass mansion with the rest of the white-eyed pricks, and she also knew her other teammate lived in his Clan compound —
But she didn't recall telling him about where she lived. They'd not even spoken more than three words between them yesterday.
Grumbling, she shut her door, put the box down, and immediately opened it.
"...What the fuck?"
Lifting its contents high, she found it to be a skin-tight black spandex bodysuit. The exact same kind of body suit that Might Guy wore. The only difference was the color, and that, for some reason, it looked slightly more fashionable with a turtle-neck addition.
"He's fucking with me. That shitty brat is fucking with me…"
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her kunai and slashed it. A sharp pain emerged from her wrists as she met an unfathomable resistance, and the kunai was knocked clean out of her hands.
Anko stared at her aching hand and stared back at the black bodysuit.
"What the fuck?"
She grabbed the kunai again, and then this time, tried to slowly pierce it. Instead of meeting a flimsy resistance, something held it strong. No matter how much force she used, it did not go through. Instead, it was as if she was trying to pierce a wall of steel.
"What the fucking fuck?"
She swiftly grabbed a pair of scissors. Upon trying to cut the bodysuit, the sound of steel grating against rock echoed in her ears. Yet, when she lifted the outfit, held it, touched it, it felt, to her, like plain, ordinary black spandex.
Holding the strange item underneath her night light, she frowned for a moment as she squinted, trying to figure out what sort of magic was happening.
Instead, she found a strange set of lines, faintly, and almost completely invisible, that blended in with the black spandex. If it wasn't for her looking for something out of the ordinary, she wouldn't have seen it.
"What. The. Fuck?"
The entire spandex bodysuit was covered with these lines.
It was covered in hundreds if not thousands —
Of fūinjutsu seals.
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