Chapter 15 : Surprise

I felt groggy and my head hurt like a bitch that fucked 100 men.

YE

AH

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I heard a variety of noises, ranging from shouts, curses, moans and fucking cheers. But the one thing that woke me up was the clanking of metal.

CLANG

CLANG

Immediately, I had my chakra rush through my body, acting like an adrenaline shot.

Feeling alive, I opened my eyes to see a fucking kunai flying towards me.

If I was alive from chakra surging, now I am on the verge of being crazy. I pumped Chakra like a bitch into my legs and heels. Acting as a push backwards, I narrowly avoided the pointy weapons.

WOOOSH

"Fucking hell."

The sheer sudden nature of the events and my reckless actions for survival broke my ankle.

CRACK

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck is going on? I am -

BAM

"Get the fuck out of the way, kid."

I felt my body being sent skipping across the ground as I felt the pain spike from my side.

BANG

I had been kicked into a wall. So, I clenched my teeth and kept my eyes open to see that the battle was going a bit of distance from me, taking a deep breath.

My Mystic palm healed my ankle. Well, more like setting it forcibly to allow movement.

CRACK.

"Fucking bitch."

I had no time to think as more kunai were sent towards me.

Hence, I jumped sideways narrowly to avoid being a porcupine.

I searched all over to find a kunai on the ground near me. "Come to Papa." I took it in my hand and parried the more projectiles coming for me.

CLANG

CLANG

With a brief respite, I looked around to see that I was in some kind of caged arena with a fucking bloodbath being staged as an audience. A bloody spectacle to be enjoyed.

"AH."

"FUCK you."

"DIE."

"HHAAAAHAAA, such tasty blood."

What the fuck am I doing here?

I had no answer for that and was in no position to think as I watched more shuriken arriving.

Having enough of this, I augmented my legs to jump a few meters around the edge to see the bitch attacking me. He looked like a Kusa shinobi based on the dress. He was also on the outer edge, like me. Sending shuriken and kunai at the random people in the mess. I watched severed limbs flying into the sky, with pools of blood everywhere.

"Shit, I was supposed to be home, not in this bloody mess."

But my body moved as the same voice from before was heard from the killing crowd, "Get out of there, kid."

I jumped like a deer that was running from death. Quite the accurate description, considering that the ground burst open like a tiger's roar.

CRACK CRACK BOOOOM

I watched with sweat dripping from all over my body as a circle of earth spikes rose all over the periphery of the Arena. I looked around to see that everyone who was near the cage died, even the Kusa ninja died from the sudden Jutsu.

Fucking hell, which was A-rank Jutsu. A Dozen dead, just like that.

I have enough brains to see that the organiser of this melee wants everyone to fight to the death. So, the bloodbath it is then.

I turned towards the voice that saved me twice now, and frankly speaking, the last minute was scary as fuck and even more confusing. So, I ran towards him. I felt a rush of relief at seeing the leaf chunin attire.

He gave a side look at me while parring the tanto from his Kumo opponent with a kunai and moved his eyebrow up and down 3 times rapidly.

Without hesitation, I threw three shurikens at his opponents- head, torso and penis.

Well, the Kumo snorted and slashed them in half.

SEESSHH

But, the leaf chunin. used this chance to stab a kunai with an exploding tag. With that, I booked out of the blast zone.

BOOOOMM

I couldn't help but be speechless, looking at the messy scene. In the back of my mind, I am sure that I am currently in shock from watching the death, about to collapse from the panic at any second. So, I used my Mystic palm to bribe my adrenal glands to produce more adrenaline.

[Host condition: Adrenaline Rush Induced.]

With that done, I said out loud, "I can't believe the academy strategies work."

The leaf chunin arrived at my side and said, "There is a reason they are crammed in everyone's head."

He then gave me a look once over and said, "Aren't you young to gamble on your life for money?"

Oh, that's what this is. As if the last 2 minutes were not visible to me, I instantly screamed out, " Hell no! I am an academy student and, as far as I know, I am in this shit the moment I woke up a few minutes ago."

"Whatever, kid, you are not the first to be kidnapped. Hell, my first time here was when I was sold here by a Kumo Jonin who captured me. Names Yamaki. Follow me if you.

Want to stay alive. Since, you know Medic ninjutsu, you are support and I will be the major lead."

That absurdly short intro ended with a fireball coming towards us.

BOOM

So, I followed Yamaki to dodge towards the right. But I watched a half beggared guy aiming for a sword stab towards Yamaki's penis but with one chakra-infused kick from him, the guy's head exploded like a balloon.

BANG

"Good move, but wrong target, bitch."

And so, I saw him clash with an Iwa shinobi, who came forth with a rock arm to punch. Fucking hell, I used Clone Jutsu.

SHEESH

With the smoke covering me, my clones attacked him. One after another. Perhaps it's due to experience he didn't even bother with all of my clones, even the clone going for a kunai stab into his dick. What can I say? I am influenced by the constant dick stabs over the last few minutes.

It was now that I realised that my mystic palm worked too well, and I was on high from adrenaline. Wonderful, I wonder if this is how coke feels like.

GASP

Like I said, he ignored the clones, but the Iwa guy gave one solid punch to my stomach, making the breath stop in me.

SLASH

At least the distraction worked. Yamaki cut his neck like a pro. Well, he is a pro.

He gave one look at me using Mystic palm and said, "Listen, kid, Clone jutsu are just illusions given form. They are meant for kids. They are ridiculous because the smoke produced from the jutsu itself will reveal them. You need to master it enough to make it as if all the clones are real and interacting with the environment. The clones you use are begging for a stabbing arousal."

I felt my mouth twitch as I answered him. "I know, and that's why I did it."

He looked at the dead enemy and back at me. All I got was a nod in response as he looked around us.

And he will find there are only 5 enemies around us who are still alive.

How do you ask? I am a senior and I finally got out of the panic enough to remember this point.

"Look alive, kid. This is going to get worse. Aim for the Sand shinobi."

WHOOOSH

What?

Before I can fucking understand it, He went after the said shinobi. To my shock, I found that everyone else was doing the same thing. Looking at the sand shinobi, I realized why.

A fucking Jonin.

WHOOSH BANG BOSH

For me, his movements are a blur. I cannot even understand the exchange, but I could see the result.

Enemy no 1 got cut into pieces from a wind jutsu.

No 2 is screaming in pain with a purple skin stone, "AH"

Yamaki and another Kumo shinobi are clutching a dislocated shoulder and wrist, respectively.

All in the 10 seconds it took to heal the abdomen trauma. Next thing I know I felt my hands being sliced, my legs broken, and my head being broken in.

But, the bitch of the matter is that I am fine and have no pain. The sand join only looking at me with a sideways glance. OH!

"So, this is the famous killer's intent. Well, I don't know what to say."

Unfortunately, the only method I remembered was Sasuke. So, Sasu is the way then.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"

One stab of my drugged body doped with adrenaline later. I am all filled with pain and a fucking clarity to realize that I could have used my Pain Genjutsu to get out of Ki.

Oh! Another fact that stuck with me is that I was kidnapped after being drugged.

[ ...Host conditions: Drugs in blood.]

Sorry Dad, I can add drugs to my list of sins filled with porn.

"Fuck, I am still high. Aren't I?"

The answer came from the sand shinobi, who was suddenly in front of me with a big wind fan about to be waved. "Yes, Kid. Your wavy body and the dilated eyes say that much."

I offhandedly realized that his body flickered or wind flicked to me and was now using a Wind Style Great Breakthrough.

"Well, fuck."

In the last 5 minutes, I must have cursed the most in my life and I felt high as a kite in the wind. So funny. Kite in the wind.

Well, I am offhandedly happy that I am drugged and on adrenaline. Otherwise, by now I would have given up on my struggle for life.

WHOOSH

BANG

BANG

SLASH

BANG

After enduring several wind gusts and hitting a couple of rocks like a skipping stone, I felt many bones broken, a few nerves cut on my limbs and a big slash stretching throughout my torso.

Looking at the positive side, I could move my arm.

Relax, Kyudo, you know the drill.

Stop the bleeding and reconnect the nerves. You did it several times and you want your limbs to work in the future. Be a good boy. Kami, this is tripping.

"Med ninjutsu: Mystic palm."

After a struggling sequence of hand signs later, I accomplished the basic first aid against the backdrop of Booms and bangs.

BOOM

BANG

BADA BOOM

BAM

BAMM

BOOOM

As I got to my feet and I also asked and also asked and also kissed my AI, "What the fuck happened when I zoned out? Because there is a lot of shaking going on."

[ Processing info stored from Hosts sensor ability:

4 Wind Style breakthrough, 1 Wind style Great breakthrough- Sand Shinobi

1 lightening style: Snakebite- Kumo Shinobi

3 fire style: Fireballs- Yamaki]

Well, fuck. It only means one thing- they are low on chakra.

CLANG

CLANG

BAM

CLANG

Looking at them degraded to fight like me and other genius, I am fucking happy. So, I did the only sane thing.

I started scavenging the dead bodies around the place. Wow, seriously, this guy brought his wallet with him. This woman has porn and is going commando. What? I can't do anything about the fact her clothes are half burned to ashes. A point to me, having a good trippy trip, ignoring her lack of hands.

I wonder how you wipe your bum without your hands.

Such disgusting thoughts without a lack of control.

-A few moments later-

"Leaf scum, I will kill you assholes for selling me here. I am a fucking a Jonin."

Yamaki shouted back while dodging the sand, Jonin's fan swiped with a jump, "Yeah, welcome to the club, asshole," and left his sole exploding tag on the fan.

Well, a wind chakra infusion into the fan tore the tag before exploding

The Kumo shinobi, without a right arm, used his working left arm to send a lightning-style hell stab with his kunai.

CRACKLE

CRACKLE

Lightning is lightning. It pierced like a dick starved for decades.

GAH

The sand shinobi clutched the small hole in the shoulder and stepped back to create distance.

Yamaki stopped in his steps rather than take advantage of the opening. He grunted and said to the sand shinobi, "You know the leaf kid you sent flying a few moments ago."

The Kumo spit a few globs of blood and said, "What about the dead kid?"

Conversations in battles are mind tactics and diversions at their finest. So, Yamaki talked up, "Well, he is a medic nin. Quite the leaf brand of insanity to be a medic-nin at such a pipsqueak age."

SHEESH

And from the smoke at the Sand shinobi's feet, I undid my transformation and said, "Payback is a bitch."

I using the chance spit on the sand Jonin's face but used my chakra scalpel to cut the nerves of his legs.

AGHH

The Sand shinobi roared out in pain but never stopped his movement to lift his monstrous wind fan and stroke it into me. Come on, bitch, aren't you exhausted yet?

BANG

All he got is a ninja log wired with lots and lots of exploding tags, courtesy of the dead. And they have been ignited.

I was safely substituted a few meters away. "Die, bitch."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

I anchored myself to the ground using my chakra while internally thanking my decision to master the academy jutsu.

A combo of low chakra intensive transformation jutsu and substitution jutsu made me pull an adult Kakashi.

WHOOOSH

Fighting the wind draft from the explosion, I offhandedly thought Yamaki played a role in luring him to me for the trap. So, the academy strategies and sign languages work.

Who knew moaning in certain sequences of pain is a sign language? Well, all the leaf shinobi do.

PIT PAT PIT

Looking at the falling pieces of rock/dust/blood, I realized the art of explosion ended.

WHOOSH

I didn't move an inch at the approaching Kumo. I know he did not show any intention to kill and that I also had an exploding tag-covered kunai in hand.

He stopped before me and said, " Well, his body will not be found by anyone ever again. I pity the idiot who cleans this mess. So, you are the new freak of Leaf."

I raised an eyebrow at that and said, "If you mean Kakashi, then-No. I am Kyudo. It was not nice to meet you."

The Kumo simply muttered, "Kunoi Kunai. Whatever."

I ignored the weird phrase sounding like a tomato and turned towards my saviour. Yamaki took a horse stance and kept breathing air like a pufferfish. The Tiger hand sign meant for Fire style made something click in my mind. That's the same pose as Itachi.

"Fire Style: Great fireball."

WHROOM

Looking at the fast fireball approaching me and the Kumo nin, my drug-induced brain threw the exploding kunai into it.

For the next few moments, I felt like the departed Sand Jonin.

BOX

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

I am sure there was only one explosion, but the addled mind and ringing ears did whatever they wanted. For some weird reason, I started remembering ear anatomy.

THUD

THUD

THUD

I felt the footsteps near my half-burned body as I felt a hand grasping my neck.

GAH

I was lifted into the air by Yamaki. Considering my position, my mind stopped running and tried to preserve the O2 to survive. I distantly heard, "Sorry, kid. I told the truth all this time, but the thing is it was only the first time that I was kidnapped for the deathmatch. The rest of the time, I came back voluntarily. It pays fucking well."

I somehow got the strength in my arms. Trying my best to remove the strangling arm around my neck, I squeaked out, "Why help me?"

He answered, "A distraction, a healer, a support. Whatever is useful. You are the first one who filled that many roles. Hell, I am sure the money in this round would have far surpassed everything till now."

I could not see it, but I could feel the kunai in his other hand being tightened. I could not hear it, but I could feel the kunai moving through the air, ready to stab me.

I felt my vision blacken.

"Fuck you."

I scrambled my chakra to my limits and punched out with all I could.

BANG

THUCK

BANG

THUCK

THUCK

THUCK

My fear-induced punching ended with an exhausted clarity that I was punching a wooden wall. More like a piece of wood that used to be a wall.

Rapidly breathing mouth hung open as I saw the surroundings to realize I was in my room in the orphanage.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Kyudo-Kun, what's wrong? Are you alright?", I heard the voice of Yuma Jingo, my pizza employee and a fellow dweller of the orphanage.

I wanted to scream at him, "NO!"

But I could feel my mind running clear and the fact that I was inside my room and felt no pain. Looking at the calendar, I realized it was showing yesterday's date, the date I went to sleep.

Groaning, I stripped the calendar slip out to show today's date and shouted back at Yuma, "I am fine. You can go to the restaurant without me. I will catch up in the afternoon."

Yuma voiced out, "Ok. Repair any damage you do. Rimo-san was angry about the hole you made last time."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Fuck off."

I felt my body tired from sleep but with a renewed urgency scrambled to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

All I have is my 4 "5" feet wearing my pyjamas, with a fresh face.

RIIPPPPPP

I tore away my clothes to look back at myself, crystal clear brownish fair skin, unmarred by the bullshit I felt in my memories. WTF.

I knocked at my head to make it work. "What the fuck happened?"

[AI loading memories.

Chakra is being consumed.

WARNING.

VOLATILE MEMORIES]

-Memories-

"Med genjutsu: P PAIN SPIKE."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

My hands sent loads and loads of my chakra into the Yamaki's arm, strangulating my neck.

Enjoy my hours spent in hospital as a free worker, bitch.

I could feel the stabbing kunai in his other arm stop in place from the pain, but I also felt the arm suffocating me, tighten out of sheer reflex from the pain.

GAG

GAG

Even as the suffocation increased, I prepared for my next step. The chakra in my hands changed its nature suddenly, causing the pain to stop for him for a brief second.

The slightest loosening allowed me to take a deep breath, and I muttered out of reflex, "Mystic Palm Scalpel."

The projected scalpel made from concentrated medical chakra, cut through Yamaki's skin, muscles, radial and Ulna- the two bones of his arm.

PIT PAT PIT

I could hear the gushing blood dropping everywhere like rain. Not bothering about that, and frankly, I don't know how much time passed by my two arms filled with the scalpel again. So, I proceeded with a combo of cutting his legs, and a slight stab in the abdomen and more and more.

SLASH

SLASH

SLASH

Among the sprinkling, blood from the attack, I realized that my chakra had run out.

THUD

THUD

THUD

I was hitting him like a kid's playground slap. I stopped myself huffing in exhaustion as my AI reminded me.

[Drug leaving body.

Adrenaline rush ended.]

From his sorry state of amputated limbs and a cut-up body, I could hear Yamaki make a sound. I offhandedly noticed that the cuts were shallow. Fuck, he dodged at the lost second to make the stabs hollow. I don't even know how he did that without limbs, but He did. But, it only made me feel fear, from their total anger.

"AHHHH", I roared out with a sudden rush of anger and jumped on him.

THUDDDD

I fell on top of him as we fell to the ground. I sat on his holed abdomen and kept punching his head.

BAMG

BAM

BAM

BAM

"Just die fucker."

BUM

GNAW

I felt my ears were playing with me when I heard a fucking bum. I focused on him to see my hand was held by his sole arm and my other hand was clenched by his open mouth.

There I sat on him, a few inches away, with both of my hands captured.

"Well, Same to you then, fucker."

I chomped back, unlike him; I aimed for the neck.

CHOMP

I felt the iron blood in my mouth, but I didn't care and pulled my clenched teeth out.

ARRGHHHHH

I spit the flesh piece and went for another chomp, not caring about the gushing blood hitting me in the face.

CHOMP

SPEW

CHOMP

SPEW

CHOMP

-

Looking in the mirror, I saw my naked self and fresh face, slowly contracting in disgust, fear, and panic. I realized there is no evidence of that. No pain in the jaw.

No burns,

No chakra exhaustion.

No cuts from wind jutsu.

But I can taste the blood, hear the explosions and remember the ground filled with corpses, shit and blood pools.

BAARRRRFFFF

I vomited into the sink repeatedly.

BARFF

BARRFF

BARF

BARFFF

BARFFF

BARRFFF

BARFFFF

So, here I was in my bathroom covered in vomit, my nose blocked by awful smells, and my vision tearing up. My mouth burned with the acidic taste of bile. I felt my skin crawl with disgust.

As a fucking mess, a step away from a breakdown, I asked out loud, "SOMEBODY, PLEASE TELL ME. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?"'