Naruto : The ultimate Troublemaker

The setting sun was casting a golden light on the skyscrapers of Manhattan, creating shadows on the black limousine gliding peacefully through the streets. Inside, Dimitry, a young man with a youthful face and aristocratic demeanor, was completely engrossed in reading the latest chapter of Boruto: Two Blue Vortex. His vibrant and sparkling azure blue eyes devoured the final available page of his favorite manga, after which he grabbed his tablet and delved into a study session, his expression betraying a sense of weariness. The life of a wealthy and privileged student was not always easy, even for him.

Indeed, Dimitry, a 23-year-old young man, was the heir to a vast fortune. His father was a ruthless tycoon who only valued success and excellence. From a young age, Dimitry had been under constant pressure to excel in all areas. Alexandre, his father, pushed him to be the best student, the best athlete, and to follow in his footsteps in the business world. Dimitry was an intelligent and sensitive boy, but he never had the choice to forge his own path. His father had decided his fate since birth, and Dimitry felt suffocated by this immense weight. He lived in a gilded cage, surrounded by wealth but deprived of freedom.

The young man gradually sank into depression. He felt lonely and misunderstood, unable to meet his father's unrealistic expectations. He sought refuge in his room, where he spent hours reading Naruto manga. This imaginary world was his only escape from the oppressive reality that surrounded him. In the pages of Naruto, Dimitry found himself in all the adventures. Naruto overcoming all obstacles and trials to eventually achieve his goals. Even though there were some things that bothered him, overall, it was one of his favorite works.

As he was quietly reviewing his notes, suddenly the car came to a sudden stop, shaken by a violent impact. Dimitry jumped, his heart pounding wildly. Tire screeches and curses echoed outside. The muted silence of the cabin was shattered by the noise of the doors being violently thrown open.

Three hooded men dressed in black emerged into the car. One of them, a giant with broad shoulders and a cold gaze, brandished a gun towards Dimitry. "Kid, get out! Hurry up!" he barked in a hoarse voice.

Frozen with fear, Dimitry could only stammer a few incoherent words. A sense of terror gripped him. His previously peaceful and carefree life was suddenly turned into a nightmare.

But that was without counting on the vigilance of his bodyguard, a former military man with an imposing physique and sharp mind. In a flash, he reacted, pushing himself out of the driver's seat and slamming one of the thugs against the limousine's bulletproof window. A titanic battle ensued.

Like a raging lion, he fought with disconcerting ferocity. Punches, kicks, joint locks, he did everything to ensure the survival of his young ward.

In an instant, one of the thugs was already on the ground, unconscious. Seeing his colleague lying on the floor, one of the rather skinny thugs grabbed a weapon and aimed it at the bodyguard who was getting up.

"Don't move, you bastard! Let's see if you can still act tough now," he said, a hint of fear crossing his eyes barely visible under the hood.

"Get lost!" A gruff voice sounded behind the man holding the gun.

"What?! Are you crazy? Dude, we're just here for the kid."

"I won't repeat myself," a cold gleam emanated from the black-eyed man of about two meters tall as he approached the bodyguard, ignoring the other man.

The man had completely forgotten his original objective and wanted to measure up to the bodyguard.

"Well, damn it! Do whatever you want, Joshua, but don't expect me to die with you," he left the two men who were about to start a fight to the death and instead went to watch over Dimitry. In case things went south, he would just escape with the hostage.

The street was now eerily silent, empty, except for the heavy breathing of the two men facing each other. The ex-military man and Joshua, the thug with a colossus physique, were entangled in a brutal and merciless fight.

Their muscles tensed, their faces contorted with rage and pain. Being an experienced bodyguard, he was agile and precise, expertly dodging Joshua's powerful blows like a seasoned soldier. He retaliated with quick and sharp punches, targeting his opponent's weak points.

Joshua, although less agile, compensated with sheer brute force. His punches were like hammers striking the man, making him step back with each impact. A powerful punch hit him in the stomach, doubling him over. He gritted his teeth to suppress the pain and responded with a kick to Joshua's knee.

The colossus staggered, losing his balance. He seized the opportunity to grab him by the collar and slam him against the van. The impact made the car tremble, and the thug collapsed, dazed.

The bodyguard pounced on him, intending to deliver the final blow. But Joshua, reacting with surprising speed, grabbed his leg and brought him down to the ground. The two men found themselves face to face again, panting, their eyes bloodshot.

Aware that the situation was critical, he gathered his last bit of strength. He rushed at the criminal, locking him in a powerful arm hold. The colossus screamed in pain, his muscles straining to their limits. Squeezing even tighter, feeling the resistance of the thug weakening gradually.

A final groan escaped Joshua's lips before he went still. The bodyguard released him, collapsing by his side, exhausted from the fight. He sat against the wall, his gaze wild, his chest heaving. He had defeated his opponent.

His fierce gaze was fixed on the last thug, sitting on the hood of the car, unaware of his presence. This skinny man was playing with his gun, a cruel smile on his lips. "Move and I'll shoot!" He had a confident expression on his face as he didn't believe the bodyguard would make a sudden move. But the bodyguard leaped at him anyway, like a tiger on its prey. His rage gave him a superhuman strength.

The thug, taken aback by the sudden attack, didn't have time to react and shot in self-defense. The silence was broken by a sharp gunshot. A bullet whizzed through the air, grazing the bodyguard's ear. He winced but didn't stop.

Pinning him to the ground, fist clenched and ready to strike, a cry rang out, tearing through the silence of the night. It was Dimitry, the young man he was protecting, screaming in pain from the back seat of the car.

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My original book will be out in January.

[Rise Beyond Celestial]

An eastern fantasy with gore, cultivation, a cruel and manipulative protagonist, and no system.