----Konohagakure
"Well, here we are," Hashirama said with a casual grin. "Madara, what will you do? Coming with me to the Hokage's office, or are you going to hole yourself up in your compound like always?"
The last part was said with a mischievous twitch of his eyebrows.
"Oh, and Daiki-san—good job relaying the potential threat. You're dismissed."
Daiki, who had stood to the side feeling largely forgotten, straightened up with a beam of pride.
"Hai, Hokage-sama! I'll take my leave now."
A second later, he vanished in a flicker.
Madara scowled. "You damn tree-sniffer... I'm coming. I want to know more about this perverted weirdo."
Alex stayed silent—but inside his mind, he was shouting.
'Tch. Emo bastard. I bet he steals Hashirama's underwear and sniffs it just to feel close to him. Loser.'
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WHOOOSH
The scenery blurred as the group used teleportation to enter the Hokage's office in a flash of motion.
"Hey, Tobirama! We brought a giant egg!" Hashirama called out excitedly.
Tobirama, who had been reading a scroll at the desk, looked up mid-sentence. The room was otherwise empty—no ANBU lurking in the shadows. After all, ANBU didn't exist yet. It was just Hashirama, Tobirama, and Madara.
Madara stood silently, arms folded, posture relaxed but alert. His eyes were locked on the mineral shell surrounding Alex. Tobirama glanced between the strange "egg" and the two clan heads with his usual calculating stare.
Alex spoke up unable to read the room, tone dry. "Bring me clothes if you want me to talk."
Tobirama's expression sharpened immediately. He had already sensed the chakra within the strange shell even before it spoke. He hadn't expected it to be human—he had assumed it was some yet-unknown chakra beast. The voice made things more complicated.
"Who's inside the shell?" he asked coldly, narrowing his gaze.
"Don't worry, Tobirama. He's the strange guy who was controlling that big humanoid construct Daiki and his team reported. Not a threat—for now." Hashirama scratched the back of his head. "Oh—and go grab him some clothes."
With a flicker of movement, Tobirama vanished.
Madara didn't hesitate. "Who are you? What jutsu did you use to form that giant? What kind of technique manipulates the terrain like that?"
He wasn't asking—he was demanding. And no one tried to stop him.
Hashirama, for all his cheerfulness, wasn't a fool. In his eyes, Alex was a powerful unknown. A potential enemy who had trespassed on their land and demonstrated an absurd level of destructive capability. Just because he harmless—didn't mean he was to be trusted.
Alex felt the shift in the atmosphere. The tension in the air wasn't lethal, but it was unmistakably hostile.
'Request a private conversation? Pointless. Hashirama would tell them everything anyway. They're his brother and his best friend. I'm just a wild card. A stranger. '
He sighed. "My name is Alex… but I need a new one. So don't call me that. Only people close to me get to use that name. Call me Akane. I don't have a surname."
Madara's eyes narrowed slightly. Hashirama raised a brow.
"As for those jutsu—it's not ninjutsu in the traditional sense. It's my kekkei genkai. Like the Sharingan, but it affects earth and its derivatives. Minerals, metals... anything born from the earth itself. That's how I did all of it."
That caught all three of them off guard.
His first name was foreign. His lack of a surname suggested he wasn't tied to any established clan. But what really shook them was the kekkei genkai. If his words were true, he could be a one-man army—controlling elements that no other known bloodline could---at lest not in that fluid way.
Tobirama reappeared, dropping a folded set of clothes in front of the shell. He said nothing, but his stare was penetrating, his mind clearly processing every word and analyzing possibilities.
Alex, seeing vaguely through the shell, watched him.
'My vision's still limited in this core form. Makes sense. I have a deeper "connection" with the full titan form. The skill is called MineralTitan, for a reason I suppose.'
He lowered the core form. The ground cracked as his bare feet hit the floor.
CRUNCH
In a burst, stone walls rose up around him, enclosing his immediate surroundings.
Madara and Hashirama didn't react. But Tobirama's hand twitched toward a kunai, and his eyes flashed with suspicion.
"What are you doing?" he asked, voice steely.
Alex's reply was a bark of frustration. "WHAT?! I CAN'T EVEN PUT ON CLOTHES WITHOUT YOU ALL BREATHING DOWN MY NECK!? DO I HAVE TO GET MY BALLS HAMMERED JUST FOR WANTING SOME DAMN PRIVACY!? Huuu*... Just give me one minute, alright?"
A beat of silence passed.
Then came something unexpected. The voice that emerged from behind the wall was not male. It was soft...maybe not so much while screaming, still, clearly feminine. An elegant tone completely at odds with everything they'd heard before.
"Alright, I'm fully dressed now," Alex announced.
The walls fell away, and all three men stared.
Hashirama blinked in confusion. "Wait… if you were a girl all along, why didn't you say something?"
Madara didn't even flinch. Gender was irrelevant to him his focus was on his second characteristics. Tobirama, however, narrowed his eyes in surprise. The chakra still felt the same... yet now the person before him didn't match their assumptions.
Alex crossed his arms. His voice dropped into a deadpan, lifeless tone.
"...That's because I'm a man."
...Silence.
Staaaaaaaaaaaare
Alex fidgeted under their relentless scrutiny. "Tch. What now?"
Tobirama stepped forward. "The steel teeth. The reinforced knuckles and metallic nails. They're part of your kekkei genkai?"
Alex nodded. "That's right."
"And the red hair—are you an Uzumaki?"
Alex shrugged, his expression neutral. "Maybe. I never knew my father, and my mom didn't tell me anything about him—not even before she died."
It was a lie, smooth and ready. He had expected that question and came prepared.
'Let them think I have ties to the Uzumaki. They can't prove otherwise. If anything, it might help me build trust and deflect suspicion. Maybe even gain some cover, it's a win-win for me.'
Hashirama's eyes lit up. "Hah! You're a strange one, aren't you? You look like a mix between an Inuzuka and an Uzumaki!" He scratched his chin, looking pleased. "I've decided—will you join Konoha?"
Akane (Alex) blinked. That was sudden.
But Hashirama wasn't joking. He saw the potential in Akane (Alex). The boy looked young, but his abilities were rare and versatile. His attitude could be shaped. If he truly had Uzumaki blood, even better, plus his vast chakra reserves supported that claim. A hidden treasure trove of talent.
Madara gave Alex a silent, cold warning glance. ' Say something wrong, and I will know. '
Tobirama's stare became something else entirely. He was already evaluating options: future shinobi or potential test subject? Or at least that was how Akane (Alex) interpreted that look.
Akane (Alex) swallowed.
"Erm… I have a counterproposal…"
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