Ever since she was a little girl, Imogene Grey had loved vintage or cottage-core fashion. The seventeen year old girl had spent all her savings on cute dresses she felt anxious to wear in public. Frilly stockings and pastel dresses which had skirts that went down to her ankles filled half of her closet. She had gone through countless pairs of Mary Janes and Doc Martens. This girl was committed. However that life had been stripped away from her when she went on a walk in a nearby forest. 
After walking into a portal taking her to an alternate reality with a lack of today's modern machines and appliances, she became the lady in waiting to the future heir of the throne. The only way for her to get back to her old reality was to find the perfect suitor for the princess. However, things start to get tricky when she falls for the princess and is forced to pick between this reality or her home one.

Camden's eyes light up immediately as he sees his friends. What with all the suffocation of the obligation to attend family gatherings from the group, none were successfully able to stay in contact with one another during break. 

Stewart had now been sporting a new hair cut. Something he's been wanting to try for a while now. A drastically large change from the usual fuck-boy haircut he had. 

The 16 year old now sported a military like buzz cut. A neat clean cut with perfect symmetry. It was clear to all the boys that it was not Stewart who cut his own hair. Symmetry was not something that Stewart was at all known for. 


"Welcome back Ghost boy, have fun with the family? " Antonio said, relaying the message in a thick Italian accent. Nathaniel chuckled slightly while still looking down at his vintage TMNT comic.

 "Truly terrible. If I have to hear my stupid mother say 'it's for the good of the family or do this for your family' one more time! I swear I'll slit her throat." Camden spoke in an agitated manner. Jeremy fixed his tie while solomy nodding. He too understood the pressures that were often thrusted upon them. 

At such a young age, acting like normal commoner children was never an option. Never could they just play outside and not have a care in the world. This was the only luxury the four boys could never afford. 


"I heard that we have a new Art professor. Something happen to the old one." Nathaniel said as he tucked the comic into his gym bag. The other three boys looked at him serenely. 

"You're joking right?" Jeremy finally spoke up. "Um dude you happened. You laid into that lady. Something about she wasn't fit to teach us art and blah blah this and blah blah that. it was a lot of art nerd nonsense a football player like me didn't understand. " 

Jeremy poked Nathaniel's chest while smiling widely. Nathaniel was the reason alot of art professor's quit the famed school. He simply wouldn't allow just anyone to teach him the arts. It had to be someone as magical and magnificent as the great Leonardo Da Vinci. 

"I just told that wench the truth. Not my fault if that bitch cried. After all. This is a man's world. She's not fit to be in it if she cries over a teenager critiquing her infernal abilities. Truly a waste of space if you ask me" 

Camen let out a hearty chuckle as he observes his friends. These were his best friends and never does he want to part from them. "Let's head to the dorms guys. " He said as he pushes open the large mahogany doors. "Man... it's feels great to be back".

At a prestigious school in England, 5 boys make a conspiracy to commit murder. Jeremy Corbyn, a British rich boy, Stewart Prescott, an American genius, Nathaniel Greenhouse, a Greek Picasso, Camden Howard, a southern playboy and Antonio Calcino an Italian wannabe gangster. Their victim... the Principal's daughter.

Brother Wolf stopped him. Li Du waved and said, "Don't hurry, Sean, first explain the origin of this jewelry."
Sean acted calm and said, "There's nothing to explain. I doubt this guy is really Cole Winston. Why should I believe you?"
Cole smiled when he heard this. "I can show you my license, but I expect that when you see it, you will question whether it's real or not."
Sean was clearly losing face. The situation had spun out of control. Who could expect things would turn out so?
Li Du did not press the matter. He knew the evidence was in his favor.
He switched off the call and said to Sean, "I won't make a scene, but these jewels were either stolen from Harry Winston group, or they are limitation infringing on our patent rights and intellectual property rights. Our group reserves the right to pursue this matter."
Sean was a bit flustered and said, "You can't scare me. There is nothing wrong with the jewelry I bought."
Li Du smiled and said, "If you say so. I hope you can prove it when our lawyer and the police contact you."
He handed the jewelry back to Sean, who tried to pass it to Ariana.
Ariana already knew what was going on. Why would she accept such a gift? "I don't know where you got this. You'd better return it…"
Sean looked at her angrily and said, "Don't you believe me?"
Ariana did not know what to say and looked to the others for help.
Hans gave Porter a push and Porter moved in front of Ariana.
He wasn't afraid of Sean. He just didn't know what to do next.
Since he was pushed out to face Sean, however, he calmly said, "Come on, man, Ariana's right. You'd better return these jewels where they came from"
Sean took the opportunity to leave. He shouted, "Fine, you do not trust me! You don't think of me as a friend! I guess I was blind, so f*ck you!"
Cursing, he quickly walked out of the villa.
In this way, the atmosphere of the birthday party was destroyed. Li Du apologized to Ariana and then told her that he had to do it, or she would have accepted the jewelry and might have got in trouble.
Porter took out his gift, presented it to Ariana and said, "I have tickets for the Heat's opener and Christmas day. I remember you like the Heat, so how about if we go to the game together?"
Ariana graciously accepted the ticket, smiled and gave Porter a hug.
The young people clapped their hands and made happy noises. Then they began to dance again, which restored the atmosphere of the birthday party in a large measure.
Li Du had nothing to do with the rest of the matter. He stayed out of the way, waiting for the party to end.
However, his identity meant he could not quite stay out of it. Several girls took an immediate interest in him when they learned that he was a shareholder in the Harry Winston group.
Li Du chatted and had drinks with them, but when they wanted to exchange contact information, he would politely but firmly refuse.
Hans strolled up from behind and said sourly, "Now who should be quiet? Who is messing with girls at the party?"
Li Du did not know quite know how the party started, but after Sean left, Porter felt much better, and his relationship with Ariana was much closer.
At the end of the evening, Porter sent off the guests, and they got down to business.
Hans took out the 25 valuable comics, of which five were most valuable: Superman's first Action Comic #1, Stan Lee's hand-painted Fantastic Four, the first edition of Spiderman, and two DC and Marvel combined product comics which introduced the first batch of heroes.
Twenty other magazines also had considerable value, being rare or having special significance in the history of comic books.
Porter couldn't put a price on the magazines, so the next day he contacted one of the industry's leading experts to consult with him.
Li Du was in no hurry. They stayed in the villa, which belonged to Porter's family anyway.
Porter brought in an expert from New York whom Li Du didn't know but had recently read about.
The name of the expert was Pressler, and he was the editor-in-chief of Wired Comics, the company that bought the first issue of the Spiderman magazine in Paris for 1.2 million dollars.
Pessler, a soft-spoken middle-aged man, talked quietly with Porter, made phone calls and evaluated the comic books.
The two men discussed this for about an hour and a half and then handed Li Du and Hans a report with their quotes for the magazines.
The highest price they offered was three million dollars for a hand-drawn copy of the Fantastic Four and four million for four other high-value magazines, or one million for each on average.
Of the other twenty magazines, there was a set of twelve magazines from the early days of Captain America. They sold for a total price of one million dollars. The package deal was eight million and four hundred thousand dollars.
Li Du was prepared for a good offer but was still shocked by these numbers.
Hans bargained with Porter and got a rounded up price of nine million as the final transaction price.
The contract was signed and the business was done. Li Du could now say what was on his mind. "Did not expect these comic books to be so expensive!"
Porter said, "As far as I'm concerned, I can't believe jewelry and gemstones are so expensive. It depends on the market. If there is a market, there is a price. Classic comics are in the same place as famous paintings and jewelry because they are all unique and can bring pleasure to people," he added.
Li Du spread out his hands, meaning to say, whatever you want, you pay for it.
"Can you get more comics from the 1930s, 40s, 50s, and 60s?" Porter asked.
Li Du shook his head and said, "I can't promise."
"The 1930s through 1950s were the golden age of comic book publishing in the United States," Porter said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, almost all comic books published at that time disappeared. I hope they can be carefully collected."
Li Du said, "You can give me a list, and I'll let you know if we come across any more comics."
Porter said, "If you find any more vintage comics, you have to promise you'll call me before you talk to anyone else. My comic book store needs more babies."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

CALLEA'S eyebrows were drawn together as she walked down the living room. She had been trying to recover from the days she had to entertain Deive's grandfather and her own family and she wanted to catch up with work. Surprisingly, she got along just fine with Don Jorje. He liked old jazz and her piano pieces. He was also into history so they had a lot to discuss. He asked her to visit him in Manila.

She thought she could have a peaceful time for herself since Deive went to the field to help out Torque with harvesting vegetables. He needed to impress her cousin. And since Lee is a financial analyst, he would ask for his help on business as well.

She didn't expect any visitors coming for her. Then she saw who was sitting on the sofa. It was her publisher, Mattheu Segundo. She noticed a black box on the middle of the mahogany center table. She had a bad feeling about this.

He came towards her as she reached the landing. "Finally! I thought you have no plans to see me. How's my most bankable graphic novelist?" he asked and kissed the back of her hand.

Her boss was a handsome and dashing man. A dreamboat for most women. He was a member of Stallion Island Riding and Leisure Club like her cousins where only the rich and young men in the country could join as members like her Torque and Lee. That was why they entrusted her works to him. She knew that she would be taken care of and her identity would be a secret.

"I am good. Thanks for the visit. So what brought you here, boss?"

Callea never visited the office. They just send the check to her bank account and her accountant handle all her accounts. Contacts were sent to her through a courier. She had just submitted her latest book last month. She beat her deadline. Her next deadline was still months away. The renewal of her contract was still a couple of years away. If her publisher would grace her with his presence himself, it must be freakin' important. She was wishing that he was there to increase her talent fee.

"I just visited you. I brought cake and some books on Japanese horror. Vintage ones." There was the sparkle in her boss' eyes as he opened the box. Her heart leaped when I saw the yellowish cover with Japanese ink and an illustrator of a Japanese girl in kimono with blazings eyes, standing in the middle of a bamboo forest. It was something she had never seen before that made her salivate.  It was a forbidden book, according to some. And her boss acquired it for her. "This is for me? This is too much, boss. You know that I am happy that you publish my stories and people appreciate it."

It was too precious as a gift. There was no malice between her and the boss. After all, he only sees her as a cash cow. She was scared of what he would ask in return. It was always business with her boss. There was no such thing as free lunch.

Then came Marina with a green tea crepe cake. She wet her lips. Darn! Her boss knew her weakness and how to put her guard down. They ate while they discussed the comic conference in Tokyo that he attended and how spring came earlier than expected and they nearly missed the sakura blossom.

It was a dream of Callea to visit Japan. She was planning to go there with her friend until her demise.

"I have a favor to ask, Callea." Mattheu's voice sent her back to the present.

"What is it, boss?"

He greased her with a vintage Japanese horror book and a matcha crepe cake. She was ready to listen. Her boss was a wolf. Pretending to be grandma until he shows his fangs. And she knew that she couldn't say no.

"I want you to attend our book signing."

An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?


Original cover design by Runa Lee 
For cover designs, email lunafatima1093@gmail.com

Pitch black!
In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.
Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.
"What do you think of it?"
Hiruzen smiled slightly.
Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans...
"Of course, sensei!"
It's a rare chance to learned ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.
Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.
But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list
the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.
"Should I practice it by myself…"
He smacked his mouth regretfully.
A-level genjutsu must have to take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough...
"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."
Akabane comforted himself in his heart.
Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.
As expected…
"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"
He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.
Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.
"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."
Hiruzen said with a dense smile.
"..."
Akabane sneered.
He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.
"I'll see how the comics are selling."
There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.
"..."
This kid just needs to be more diligent.
Hiruzen's expression was stiff, and took a breath after he left.
Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.
Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.
When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.
"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"
Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.
This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.
But…
"What are you putting on?"
Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.
"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"
Kazama asked in astonishment.
When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.
No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!
"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."
"Do you know what symmetry is?"
Akabane has constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters like a former art student.
This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?
Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.
Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.
Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.
"Press this."
The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.
With the sketches on his hand, everyone following his order swiftly.
Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged
The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.
"Akabane-san, it is a lot more enjoyable to see this way!"
Kazama left in surprise.
"This is still not enough."
Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.
He shook his head regretfully, it still missing a few posters.
He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.
"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they will have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."
Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.
"Okay, I will do it, as you said."
Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.
There still a lot member of the Uzumaki Village who wasn't a ninja around the village. This is their target for selling the comics.
So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to started promoting it.
In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.
Street performance!
The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that pass by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.
As for him... After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.
"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."
He thought to himself.
Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.
But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.
If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically be improved.
Akabane thought to himself.
Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come to handy.
"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"
Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.
For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.
As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the voice of tools that were used by the workers.
Akabane lay on top, slowly became sleepy.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.
Subsequently, these voices became clearer.
Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.
Only a child?
He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?
Is it impossible to do a giveaway!
"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"
Suddenly, a delicate voice came.
Who is this voice belongs to?
 Akabane is slowly raising his head to look at his clone, which was exactly like him.
A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tsukiha that talked.
"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"
Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.
However…
"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"
Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.
"Didn't I gave you a comic before?"
He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.
"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."
Tsukiha said.
She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate...
"Her ability is perception!"
He said inwardly.
In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.
This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.
Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.
These people someday will know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

Pitch black!


In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.


Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.


"What do you think of it?"


Hiruzen smiled slightly.


Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans…


"Of course, sensei!"


It's a rare chance to learn ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.


Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.


But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list


the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.


"Should I practice it by myself…"


He smacked his mouth regretfully.


A-level genjutsu must take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough…


"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."


Akabane comforted himself in his heart.


Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.


As expected…


"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"


He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.


Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.

 

"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."


Hiruzen said with a dense smile.


"…"


Akabane sneered.


He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.


"I'll see how the comics are selling."


There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.


"…"


This kid just needs to be more diligent.


Hiruzen's expression was stiff and took a breath after he left.


Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.


Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.


When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.


"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"


Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.


This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.


But…


"What are you putting on?"


Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.


"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"


Kazama asked in astonishment.


When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.


No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!


"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."


"Do you know what symmetry is?"


Akabane looks like someone with constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters as a former art student.


This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?

 

Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.


Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.


Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.


"Do it like this."


The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.


With the sketches in their hand, everyone followed his order swiftly.


Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged


The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.


"Akabane-san, it is really a lot more satisfying to see this way!"


Kazama said in surprise.


"This is still not enough."


Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.


He shook his head regretfully, still missing a few posters.


He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.


"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."


Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.


"Okay, I will do it, as you said."


Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.


There were still a lot of Uzumaki Members who were not ninjas around the village. And those people we're their target for selling the comics.


So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to start promoting it.


In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.


Street performance!


The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that passed by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.


As for him… After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.


"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise, the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."


He thought to himself.


Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.


But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.


If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically improve.


Akabane thought to himself.


Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come in handy.


"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"


Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.


For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.


As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the sound of tools that were used by the workers.


Akabane lay on top, slowly becoming sleepy.


At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.


Subsequently, these voices became clearer.


Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.


Only a child?


He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?


Is it impossible to do a giveaway!


"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"


Suddenly, a delicate voice came.


Who does this voice belong to?


 Akabane slowly raised his head to look at his clone, who was exactly like him.


A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tomiko who was leading them who talked.


"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"


Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.


However…


"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"


Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.


"Didn't I give you a comic before?"


He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.


"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."


Tomiko said.


She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate…


"Her ability is perception!"


He said inwardly.


In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.


This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.


Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.


These people someday we'll know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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Author: Funeral
Translator: Levaa
Raw Source: sj.uukanshu.com

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Cover, not mine, found it on net-kun. DM me if the owner wants me to remove it and I will.

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As per Xu Mey's request or order, Ye Jie gave her the passcode to his house and she brought the interior designers and other workers to work their magic. She needed to turn the vacant room into her office. To achieve the task, she always brought the workers when Ye Jie was in the office.

It was true that Xu Mey had an Arts degree but a very few people in her circle knew that she was a Jewellery Designer who owned a famous Jewellery brand in Asia. The company was not that bog but every single jewelry piece of it was recognized as precious. Also, the company had a rule; they only designed limited pieces which were sold at an enormous amount. She worked like a crazed person to achieve the goal of turning her jewelry into a Brand recognized by the world. 

She turned 28 this year but she couldn't remember a single time when she actually went on a vacation. All her foreign tours were for the sake of her business. The only time she felt relaxed was whenever she was in the company of her friends. They made her feel secure. They brought the feeling of being loved and doted on. If anyone would ask Xu Mey, 'What is love?' Her answer would be 'Her best friends.'

In the following days, whenever Ye Jun came across her, he had a pleasant grin plastered on his face. He tried to please Xu Mey in every way possible but neither she showed interest in his diamond-encrusted bracelet from Vintage nor the limited designer dress of Phantom. 

What the poor guy didn't know was that the bracelet he offered her was designed by herself, Vintage was her Brand name. While the limited dress he gave her was designed by Lin Shen's girlfriend, Sun Ju who was the owner of Phantom Brand. 

It took a week of work but her office was finally ready according to her wishes. On the weekend, she dropped by at Ye Jie's place again to show him the office design. But another tenacious person followed suit, Ye Jun. 

"Jun, you've been spending a lot of time at my place lately," Ye Jie told his brother when he saw him trailing behind Xu Mey. 

"Why? Can't I come to my brother's place?" Ye Jun asked with a bleak look. Ye Jun came inside the house moved ahead to hug Xu Mey. "Sister-in-law! Look I baked a cake for you with my own hands, today." Seeing him getting closer to Xu Mey, Ye Jie came between the two and hugged his younger brother while patting his back with a little extra force.

Ye Jun rubbed his back after escaping from his brother's clutches and glared at him. Then his expression took a 180 degree turn when his gaze fell on Xu Mey. She was standing in a corner amused by the antics of the Ye brothers. Ye Jun stretched his hand which had a glass box with a chocolate cupcake inside towards her.

"Thanks for the cake." She took the cake from him with a polite smile and added, "Don't make this again, I don't like sweet things." Ye Jun's face fell but it turned into a grin after listening to her next words. "But I'll eat this one for sure." She took a small bite of the cupcake in front of him.

She realized in a week that people's perception of Ye Jun was completely wrong. He was not a rude or narcissistic person instead he was like a big baby. From no angle, he looked like an accomplished PR Departments Head.

"Let me show you the office," Xu Mey held Ye Jie and Ye Jun's wrist excitedly and dragged them towards the back room. Her excitement was understandable, no one ever said to her 'This is your place, do whatever you want' before. She was grateful to Ye Jie for giving her a place to call home for the first time. Whether it was permanent or temporary, she pushed that thought to the back of her head.

She opened the door to display the black and white decor of the office. There were racks filled with comic books and Magazines along with novels and a whole row was covered with books of Chinese poetry. There was a laptop placed on the table along with stacks of sheets and pencils of different kinds. But the thing that caught both brothers eyes was the huge picture hanging on a side wall. 

It was a picture clicked on a mountaintop, Xu Mey was in the middle of four boys who were ruffling her hair like a kid and her face held the broadest smile, Ye Jie had ever seen. Looking at the way both of them were expressionless after seeing the picture, Xu Mey explained, "They are my closest best friends. Actually no, they are more like the love of my life." Listening to her saying, 'love of my life' both of the clenched their fists. "They are not in the city but I'll introduce you to them at the wedding."

Both brothers shared a look and silently made a pact to give them a hard time. Xu Mey was not aware of their evil schemes, if she knew, she would have kicked both of them where the sun doesn't shine.

Ye Jie's housekeeper had cooked the dinner and they sat together to share a meal. During the meal, Ye Jun asked, "Sister-in-law, who is planning the wedding?"

"Your parents and Xu family," She didn't call Xu family her own family but Ye Jun didn't catch that mishap but Ye Jie definitely did. She looked at her indifferent look but didn't say anything.

"But the wedding is yours. Why are you not deciding anything?" He was really curious about it. Usually, girls loved to plan their dream day but Xu Mey was talking as if the wedding was of a stranger. "Don't you have a dream wedding in mind?"

"I didn't even have the idea of a wedding in mind. Why would I have a dream wedding? If it was left to me, I would love to marry in Civils Affair Office and be done with it. I hate the idea of people looking at me like I'm some kind of showpiece." She was eating her food nonchalantly but Ye Jun was gaping at her. Ye Jie was getting familiar with her out-of-box ways which made it easier to take this information as any other news.

"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night."

His low husky voice made her heart skip a beat. She tried to walk away from his reach but to her dismay, he held her wrist in his hand. She licked her lips.

He pulled her wrist and her body crashed into his broad chest. 

Trying to calm her breathing, Xu Mey looked up at his face to say something but couldn't do it.

Ye Jie was pleased with her transfixed countenance. He lowered his face towards her. Inadvertently, Xu Mey took a step back. 

They continued with a step back and a step ahead until Xu Mey's legs felt the edge of the bed behind. 

There was a haughty smirk playing on Ye Jie's lips. He lowered his face again towards her. Xu Mey bent her body backwards but she lost her footing making both of them fall on the comfy bed.

As she laid on her back with Ye Jie's body pressing on her own, gazing at his handsome face inches away from her own with his piercing gaze penetrating her soul, she realized she had no ability to push him away. 

She wanted to get him off her body. She wanted to stay far away from him. But she couldn't do it. His face was so close that his breath tingled her. 

When his soft thin lips touched her cherry plump ones, her mind was electrified. He softly nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it slowly. The kiss was not urgent or passionate. It was just a simple kiss which displayed a gentle but sincere feeling. 
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What do you do when your family abandons you? Do you start to hide? 

Xu Mey wasn't the one to hide. The only thing she hid from the world was her real self. Seemingly, a timid girl was terrifying inside but only a few knew about it. 

She was running for revenge. For every wound that she received, she had a burning desire to pay back ten folds.

Ye Jie was heartbroken. He had a perfect life for the world but only he knew what he was trying to hide even from himself. 

At first, Xu Mey was just his interest. A girl who popped up in his life out of nowhere and yet wreaked havoc.

But he soon realized that she had walls built around her heart keeping the world at bay. 

Losing love once felt enough to him but with a certain someone's appearance, a lot is intended to bring a change.
What will happen when she'll alter his idea of love? 
Will he be able to shatter the thick walls around her heart? 
Or,
She'll shatter him?

Life shattered her into pieces. Will his love be able to pick up those broken pieces?
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 Iris had taken a receptionist job at the request of her mother. She sits at her front desk, losing herself in a vintage comic of Captain America. With each turn of a page she feels her heart groan at the simple life she's been forced into. She was always craving adventure, even as a child. Her Mother however, did not. Not after losing Iris' Father, George. She was always sure to stray Iris  away from such prospects. Iris couldn't be mad at her Mother for sheltering her and her over-protectiveness. She knew she was all her Mother had left of her Father's memory. 
      Just as her comic starts it's climatic beginning, her day dream is interrupted. A shrewd man quietly makes his way to her desk. Allen Tanner, the pompous jerk of 31st Avenue. In his features, he is quite charming. Flaxen, volume hair. Green eyes that almost resembled emerald's in the right lighting. As he makes his way to Miss Crawsen, all the girls in the office sneak glances at the peacock of Tanner & Associates strutting past them.

      He leans his entire weight on one elbow against the front of her reception desk. Flashing his devilish smirk at her- but Iris doesn't look up from her reading. 
      "Miss Crawsen, I must say, you look so lovely in your blouse this afternoon- but I can't help but to imagine what it would look like on my bedroom floor after a few drinks." His handsome smirk still on his face. Iris rolls her eyes. Exhausted with Allen and his insufferable pick up lines.
      "Allen, what would your Father, Mr. Tanner, say about such relations among his employees. Besides, I'm clearly not your type. As my brain is fully functional and currently in use. If you'll excuse me, as I need to return to my work at hand." she says holding up her comic. 
      Allen is quietly fuming, but a predator will always be just that. Never letting his prey out-best him. He glances down at her comic and snickers " O yes, it seems I have caught you while your ego is still bruised." he says as he stares a hole through her with his jaded eyes.
      "I beg your pardon, Allen, but what is it that you could possible be referencing too?" she responds sharply. 
      "I heard about your mother causing a scene about you trying to enlist. Medic Support, if I'm right?" he says with a touch of venom "It's good to have such a proper woman in your life. One who is able to remind of your place in a man's world." 
      Iris is fighting back her anger. It takes everything she has to not pick up her stapler and drive it in his cranium. She calmly sets down her comic and shoots Allen a fuming glare.
       "Why yes Allen, you are correct. And seems you've been up Myrtle's skirt again to overhear such information." Iris says staying poised "My dear Mother did have quite a fit over my announcement of wishing to enlist in our military. As life has not been kind to such a beautiful woman, especially after the capture of the 107th regiment that resulted in my poor Father's demise. So it would seem that even a flea like you could understand why a proper Mother would raise a scene. Now, Mr. Tanner, it seems to be my lunch hour and this conversation has left a very bitter taste in my mouth." 
      Iris collects her belongings and walks away from her desk, brushing her shoulder against Allen's. He turns his head as she storms past him to catch one last look at her. Proud of himself for the damage he has inflicted. She keeps her head up and marches straight for the ladies room. Forcing the door open so hard it snaps back on it's hinges. She quickly glances to see if anyone is around. But she can't fight it back anymore and tears gather in her eye's. She can feel her heart crumbling into her stomach. "Why do you let him do this too you?" she says to herself.
      "Iris? Are you OK?" a small voice says behind her. Iris alarmed quickly dries her tears and spins around. She looks up to see her friend Sarah approaching her. Kindness beaming from her smile. "Yeah...Yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" she tries to act like nothing is wrong while drying her cheeks. "I heard everything.." Sarah says softly.
      Iris fights the overwhelming rage that burns threw her veins. Clinching her fist before letting out a long breath. "I'm fine, Sarah. I just want to knock his perfect teeth out." Iris says regaining her composure. Sarah giggles "I think that would make him chase after you more Iris.". Both women laugh. Sarah always knew how to make Iris laugh. She reaches for Iris' hands and holds them in hers "Come on, it's a perfect day for a stroll." Iris smiles and follows Sarah out of the building and walks beside her.  It was a beautiful day. The Sun beamed brightly and Iris drank in it's warmth. Sarah rambles on about the gossip she and her mother over heard at their Church's potluck. Iris tries to listen, but she's never been one to care about rumors or gossip. 
      Sarah grabs Iris' arm and Iris stops in her tracks. Alarmed at thinking that Sarah has realized she hasn't been listening. "I forgot to tell you- Me and some of the other girls from the office are donating blood tonight! There was a flyer tacked in the break room. You should come!" Sarah says excitedly. Iris thinks of her father and her desire to enlist.She didn't want to enlist to be a hero. She wanted to enlist to save lives. She tried to explain that to her Mother, but she wouldn't listen to her. Iris smiles at Sarah, "Anything to help.."
      As the work day finally finishes, Iris walks outside to see Sarah standing with four other women. Beth, Rose, Lola, and "Not her.." Iris says to herself, Myrtle. Iris despised Myrtle. Sarah like to gossip, but was loyal to her friends. Myrtle, however, was nobodies true friend. Iris was convinced she was the poster woman for the war slogan "Loose lips, Sink Ships!".  Iris snickers to herself at her clever insult. 
      "Iris! Over here!" Sarah shouts. Iris huffs, but decides to join the group anyway. She puts on a fake half smile as she walks towards them. The girls all chatter on and on while walking to the blood drive. They talk about their dates, whispers about Greta who contracted a social disease, their shoes, the Kennedy's. All Iris could hear was Myrtles whiny voice and grimace every time she let out an unsubtle laugh.
      "Iris, you alright? You're awful quite this evening. " Beth questions. Iris realizes she hasn't spoken a word since joining the group. She hastily replies "Yeah, of course. Sorry. Just distracted I guess.".
      "Probably choked up on butterflies after Allen's advances, huh, Iris." Myrtle says with jealously in her voice. "He's absolutely charming Iris. I just can't imagine why you haven't let him take you out. Not even once." but Iris knows it's a jab. Before Iris can respond, Sarah quickly chimes in, "That man is a pig, Myrtle! Why you find him so dreamy is beyond us!". Myrtle realizes her insult didn't take root like she had hoped and all the girls agree with Sarah.
      Iris smiles at Sarah who nods back at her. The ladies reach the building addressed on the flyer in Sarah grasp. The group move their way inside and see a check-in table where a older woman in a white uniform is setting. " Good Evening, Ladies! Are you here to donate blood?" the older woman asks.
"Yes." Lola replies " We saw your flyer in our lunch room." 
      "Excellent!" the woman responds "Fill out these cards, and Dr. Thule will be with you shortly!". The women find seats and quietly fill out the information requested. The ladies finish and Beth volunteers to return the cards to the check-in desk. After a few moments, a tall, slender man rounds from behind one of the curtains, "Ms. Undersen?" he calls out. Beth looks up to see his dark eyes, and she goes pale. "Y-yes, sir." she murmurs. Dr. Thule smiles, "We are ready for you." he says extending his hand towards the curtain. But his smile does nothing to add comfort to his demeanor. The ladies can all see Beth nearly ready to faint but finds her feet and follows him. One by one each girl is taken back behind the white curtains. 
      Iris is last, and something about this place is making her uneasy. Dr. Thule returns Beth to her seat next to Iris. She is relieved to see Beth return to her normal color again. The man holds up a card with his long, skinny fingers. "Ah, Ms. Crawsen. It appears you are the last of the group. Please, follow me.". His voices sends chills down her spine. "Run Iris, Run from this man." a voice inside her whispers. But she doesn't listen, convincing herself that her fears are just irrational. 
      Iris pushes herself off her seat, and follows Dr. Thule behind the white curtain. "Please, make yourself comfortable on the table." Iris reluctantly walks to the table. "Run, leave this place!" the voice inside her cries louder. But Iris is not one to run. She takes a deep breath and lifts herself on to the cold table. He grabs her arm, placing it forearm up. Iris is startled at his touch, but relaxes herself. He begins rolling up her sleeve and his icy fingers graze her skin. Dr. Thule carefully arranges his table. Iris glances over to see him preparing the needle. Iris closes her eyes and tries to control her emotions. 
      "Now, Ms. Crawsen, I'm sure you are aware that this will cause just a bit of discomfort." Dr. Thule  says with a cold demeanor. Iris opens her eyes and looks up to his long, pale face nodding her head as a response to him and he carries on. With the needle in his boney fingers, he sticks Iris. She bites her lip, it hurts but it's nothing unbearable. She looks down at her arm to see the blood filling a small glass vial. Once the vial is filled, the man takes a small piece of gauze and applies pressure to the puncture site and removes the needle. 
"That's it?" Iris ask confused. "I thought you would need more then such a small vial to help anyone."
      "O, yes. You would. But we now screen for blood types and anomalies before taking so much." Dr. Thule responded "After we have cleared you from any anomalies, someone from the organization will contact you about donating more." Iris is not really satisfied with answer she is given but she's in to much a hurry to escape the presence of this man to question him any further. Dr. Thule walks Iris back to her friends and wishes them farewell. 
      As Iris walks outside the building, she feels a weight lift off her chest. She looks to the rest of the girls but they didn't seem to have the same experience as her. The girls walk each other home until only Sarah and Iris remain in each other's company. As they approach Sarah's home Iris finally blurts out "Did you feel weird back there? At the donation center?" Sarah looks at Iris "You mean the Frankenstein guy? He definitely freaked me out." Sarah replies. 
      "No, I mean. That whole place. The Nurse, The Doctor. None of that felt strange to you?" Iris questions. "Well," Sarah says "They said the screening process is new. Medicine has made so much progression lately. Maybe their still adapting to change themselves." Iris looks at Sarah who is so confident in her answer. "I think you've been reading to many hero stories Iris. Not everyone who makes you uncomfortable is secretly some evil villain." Sarah remarked with a coy smile "Be careful on your way home hero.." Sarah replied jokingly. Iris chuckles "Always."

Iris Crawsen was selected solely on a hidden mutation in her DNA. Unknowingly attracting the attention of Hydra's own, Arnim Zola. Iris is then abducted, beaten, and trained to become a skilled assassin. But Zola wanted much more then what he had achieved with Project Winter Solider. More then some brainwashed attack dog. He wanted the ultimate weapon. A human weapon to annihilate anyone or anything who stood in the way of Hydra's plan to infiltrate The World & S.H.I.E.L.D.. 

      But Iris was not someone who could be easily tamed. Zola's plan for DNA mutation and Project Annihilation slowly unravel as he realizes that the same DNA that made Iris so valuable for his project- Also makes her that much more dangerous.

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