

 Six nights passed with Iggy being on bedrest. He tried his hardest to lie still to avoid striking Firmin’s attention, because whenever Firmin noticed that he was awake, he came into the bedroom and sat along the side of the bed, and pressured Iggy to drink vital fluid that was laced with enough sedatives to combat the withdrawal symptoms. But Iggy had such little desire to comply. He still felt terrible, but little by little, the amount of medication dwindled while the vital fluid increased. 

 Most of the time he was alone, sleeping through the sickness, and other times he lied awake, watching Firmin work through the glass doors in secret. Firmin read and wrote at his desk for hours on end. Each night, Iggy watched him switch out every document, and replace it with another. He liked to watch him pluck pages out from the wall behind him, and stuff them back in with never the same crisp edges ever again. Most often, 

 Iggy found keeping himself from laughing a real challenge of spying on him, especially when he etched his ideas into a notebook as fast as he thought them, then shattered his writing utensil in his hand. A sudden pop or snap and ink would splatter all over! He would groan and tear through drawers to find another one. It was hilarious, because it had happened at least four times that Iggy saw and each time it got even funnier than the last. 

 As the seventh night arrived, Iggy found himself too curious to just lie in bed again. He sat up, pulled his legs out from the blanket and stood up for the first time. Firmin turned his head away from his busy work and hopped up to his feet, too. He swung the two glass doors apart and stood in the entryway with the fire crackling away behind him, creating a wall with his body in the threshold. 

 “What is it, Iggy?” he asked. His voice was tight, concerned. “You haven’t so much as rolled over in six nights…” 

 Iggy squinted his eyes and glanced at Firmin’s paper covered desk. “What are you always working on?” 

 Firmin’s eyebrows crinkled, that reoccurring expression of hard thinking, and he glanced back over his shoulder at his desk. His tone lifted at the end of his question, “you’ve been watching me?” Firmin’s expression softened and he smiled. “You haven’t been sleeping this whole time? You’ve been watching me?” 

 Iggy shrugged. “I slept, too. But watching you work was more enjoyable than sleeping, still.” 

 Firmin’s hands intertwined before his chest, his wet eyes twinkled, and he gasped. “And you are feeling well enough to leave the bed?” Iggy nodded. Then, Firmin shifted his body to the side and opened the entryway. His arm lengthened toward the other room. “Come,” he said joyously, “I am glad to show you everything!” 

 Iggy passed through the entryway into the room with the fireplace. It was an office of course, and all around them there were shelves and shelves of books and notebooks, and a few oil paintings hanging in between shelving units to cover the bare walls. A wooden couch with golden cushions sat in the middle of the room across from the burning fire. At the end of the room, there was a wooden door, in which Iggy fixated on for a moment. 

 “That door goes to the closet and the bathroom,” Firmin told him from behind. Iggy turned his head and nearly brushed Firmin’s cheek, who stood unnervingly close, moving in sync as if to keep track of everything Iggy saw. 

 Across from them, there was another similar door but it was on a different wall. Iggy gestured toward it. “And that door?” 

 “Oh, you can probably guess where that one goes.” Firmin grinned. “There’s only one way in and out of a room, isn’t there?” 

 Iggy smirked and nodded once, accepting Firmin’s light humor. He turned and faced the large desk. The energy surrounding the area was strong. He stepped forward slowly, feeling as if he were walking through the wall of a bubble as he ventured nearer. Soon enough, he hovered over the desk top. His eyes drifted over one end to the other. There was so much on his desk in just one night that Iggy could have been kept busy for an entire week with it. A buffet of information. It was as if Firmin really was able to read more than one thing at once. 

 Firmin slipped in next to his side, again closer than Iggy would have preferred. His finger pushed down on a paper that was lying near the top. It was a drawing of some sort of machine. Firmin smiled proudly. “This is a design for a solar panel and generator that can absorb enough energy from one day in the sun to sustain a 3,ooo square foot house for an entire year. But I probably won’t use it. Solar power is practically ancient technology, and guarantees power outages, anyway…” He lifted his hand and touched another paper. “This is a report from the medical center about a theory to adjust the virus’ toxicity in anyone who is infected. Interesting, especially for those barren creeps living on the outside. Not that I would have them able to infect others, though. And this…” He shifted his finger and pointed to another paper, but the words were in a foreign text. “This is a comic from my birth city.” 

 Iggy tilted his head as if that would unlock its secrets. “What does it say?” 

 Firmin grinned and shook his head. “Nothing important. It’s a comic after all. Only so much you can get out of a half-eaten jar of peanut butter. It’s not about the comic. I’ve been keeping my eye out for any press from the New Continent about what happened there. So far, I don’t think anyone here knows anything of it.” 

 Iggy looked up and peered into his serene face. “Nothing?” he repeated. 

 Firmin met his gaze, his eyebrows lifted, and he shook his head. “Nope, nada.” He gestured down at the works before them. “You see, I work on everything. Being buried under work is my sanctuary. You could say, it’s my idea of a happy existence. Outside of this room-” he shook the tops of his shoulders “-I’m just not myself. I get out of hand too quickly. Everyone knows it. Maybe you could tell?” 

 Iggy stood silent for a moment or two, a little struck off balance by Firmin’s honesty and openness. He cleared his throat. “I don’t know… what to say,” he admitted. “What’s… uh… preventing you from controlling yourself? Maybe you can choose to be different.” 

 Firmin responded quickly, “good point. What are you suggesting?” 

 Iggy smirked and touched the warm necklace around his neck with his fingertips, “you could try this on.” 

 Firmin’s smile gaped, and hunching over his desk, he shuddered in laughter. “Thanks, but no thanks!” He wiped a tear from his eye and recomposed himself. “I’m fully in charge of my emotions.” 

 Iggy rolled his eyes. “Well, if you’re so perfect, what could you possibly improve?” 

 Firmin closed his lips and hummed nervously, folding his hands behind his back. “The thirst reflex,” he confessed. “And then the impulsiveness that comes with it. For my next project, I vowed to get rid of it for good… just like you did.”

*Due to physical disabilities, Iggy is isolated for his own protection. He only knows his two brothers, Baine and Nansen, and their world within a brick wall, called New Eden. In spite of his overbearing brothers, Iggy sneaks out of his room and goes into the garden during the day, where he comes in contact with a strange woman. Before he can say anything to her, he loses consciousness, and awakens to her biting his face. As his only caregivers, his brothers save him from the woman, but they cannot save him from himself. Soon after the attack, Iggy is overcome with depression and craves nothing more than to end his own life. But then, a survivor arrives, and changes everything for the worst and the better.*
*Baine infects Iggy with the virus. Iggy's body becomes perfect in all ways and he is granted unique powers (umbrakinesis). Things are going well, until Iggy sees the color red and his thirst reflex awakens. It is all a matter of time before Iggy's bloodlust leads the F.U.S military to New Eden, to destroy everything that Baine has created. Especially the infected ones.*

The realtor enters first, staring in fascination at the outdated furniture and décor. The air feels heavy with dust and it tickles the back of his throat.
Awkwardly, he remembers and steps aside to let the other man in.
The buyer steps inside after the realtor and, like him, stops to take it all in. He scans the room, absorbing the old furniture, the layer of dust covering everything like a shroud. The dust in the air is heavy and gives his throat a dry tickle that makes him want to cough.
With a distracted nod to the realtor, he steps further into the house, feeling a momentary pang of regret for not taking his shoes off. "You are supposed to take your shoes off when you enter someone's home," he thinks. He looks around taking it all in.
"It's eerie how the house feels like the family just left it moments ago, like they are about to come back at any time. The house looks lived in, except for the thirty years of dust coating everything and the vague feeling of abandonment."
The mostly green cover of a comic book left laying open on the floor catches his eye. He picks up the comic book and looks at it, trying not to disturb too much of the dust clinging to it. It's unavoidable, his fingers rub smudges in the dust coating the old comic book. The Thing, an orange blocky comic book creation made of stone, part monster and all hero. On the cover, The Thing appears to be battling a many-armed green wall, the green arms surrounding him in a barrage of punching fists. Marvel Comics, The Thing issue #21 dated March 1985. The price on it is sixty cents.
The top front corner is curled from a boy's rough handling.
He puts it down with a frown, wondering if it's worth anything on the collectors' market. He can't take it, though. It belongs to the municipality, along with the property and its contents. At least until after the auction. He hopes the realtor didn't notice it.
"How often do realtors scoop up gems like this without anyone ever knowing?" he wonders.
Against the wall on a stand, a tube T.V. with its faux wood exterior box, two front dials, and bent rabbit ears poking up from the top at the back, sits darkly silent, a haze of dust coating every surface.
He walks through the house, past a pair of socks discarded on the floor, and into the kitchen.
"Did you say they still lived here after the boys vanished?" he called to the realtor in the other room.
The realtor is studying the spines of books in a bookcase on one wall. It's made of the old particleboard that expands and crumbles when it absorbs moisture, which it inevitably does over time. The shelves have some warping and bubbling, crumbled on some edges.
"Yes, I don't know how long. They lived here while the search for the boys was going, and for some time after the search was given up."
"And the husband moved out, leaving the mother alone?"
"Yeah."
"How long?"
"I don't know. Months? Years? They locked the place when they took her away. Like I said, we're the first to set foot in the house since they institutionalized her."
He leaves the bookshelf and starts for the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the buyer walks around, taking in the two tea towels carefully hung on the oven door handle, yellowed and rotting with age. The teakettle on the stovetop. On the countertop, a measuring cup sits next to a mixing bowl with a wooden spoon. Two bags he guesses are flour and sugar bags sit next them. The bags are faded and stained with age, the paper brittle with age, and even the larger print words hard to read.
"Looks like someone was going to make a cake."
He turns away, circling the table, studying the place settings set with care.
An old tan rotary dial phone hangs on the wall not far from the kitchen table, where the person on the phone can sit down at the table while they talk, the coiled cord stretched from them to the phone on the wall.
The realtor walks in and looks around, his footprints in the dust coating the kitchen floor joining those following the buyer's trail across the room. "Weird, the table is set for four."
"For her family." It is said with a dull gravity that makes the realtor turn and stare at him.
He breaks the awkward moment.
"I'll show you the bedrooms. There's three bedrooms, I think."

Item #: SCP-085
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures:[Revised on ██-██-████]. SCP-085 is to be contained in a single chalk-white bond drawing pad in a secure containment facility. Supervised contact with SCP-085 is unrestricted to all personnel with Level-2 access. All personnel coming into contact with SCP-085 are subject to searches and random psych analysis upon entering or leaving the containment area.
Absolutely no paper or canvas media are allowed to exit SCP-085's containment room: any paper trash must be disposed of by incineration after careful inspection. Paper and art supplies are to be brought in only by authorized personnel. In case of fire, flames are smothered using a rapid atmospheric-replacement and CO2-dumping system. Personnel are advised to quickly secure an oxygen mask and tank from the wall at the first sign of smoke or fire to prevent asphyxiation, as this procedure cannot be halted until all fires are suppressed.
Description: SCP-085 is the result of an experiment conducted between SCP-067and SCP-914. Using SCP-067, Test Subject-1101F drew a single female figure, about 15 cm (6 in) in height and 3.8 cm (1.5 in) wide, in summer dress with long hair pulled back into a ponytail, with the name "Cassandra" written underneath. Dr. [EXPUNGED] proposed using SCP-914 on various settings on images created by SCP-067: Using the [Fine] setting, the 'Cassandra' sketch was transmuted into her present form: a sentient black-and white-animated young woman drawn in clean strokes. Further attempts to duplicate this result have been unsuccessful.
SCP-085 prefers to be called 'Cassy.' She is completely sentient and, as of ██-██-████, aware of her 2D form and her limitations in a three-dimensional world. Although her voice is inaudible, she has learned to communicate with SCP Foundation personnel through sign language and writing. SCP-085 may be communicated with by writing text on the paper she exists on. Personnel report that she is amicable and motivated, albeit lonely.
SCP-085 can interact with any drawn object on the same page as if it were real. For example, she is able to wear drawn clothing, drive sketched cars, and drink painted beverages. Except for animals and people, any drawn object becomes animated when in contact with SCP-085, but immediately ceases and holds position once out of contact. Artwork initially depicted as in motion such as ocean waves and swaying trees animate to an equilibrium state and stay at rest until acted upon by SCP-085.
SCP-085 has also demonstrated the ability to transfer from one sheet or image to another, as long as the two are flush. In the event SCP-085 enters a picture that does not support drawn objects (such as a repeating pattern), the picture is converted to a background image. SCP-085 perceives the picture as an endless plane of the image drawn upon it.
At the present time, SCP-085 can only exist upon paper or canvas surfaces: SCP-085 cannot transfer onto photos, cardboard, glass, or parchment. When entering other pieces of art, SCP-085 takes on the artistic style of her new environment (whether it be a comic book, an oil painting, watercolor, or charcoal sketching). Note: in comic form, her voice is visible as thought and voice bubbles around her head in typical comic fashion, and as she moves between panels the perspective and her relative size are altered appropriately.
Document #085-1: Introduction to several prints authored by M C Escher.

Researcher: Cassandra, this is known as "Ascending and Descending". What do you think?
(At this point, SCP-085 walks a few times around the staircase)
SCP-085: It's pretty, I guess. Would make a neat exercise track.
Researcher: You see nothing inconsistent with the staircase?
SCP-085: No, as far as I can tell it just loops around down/up all the time. Why don't more staircases do that? It's pretty neat.

After this session, SCP-085 requested several 'impossible' objects in her own environment. These requests are pending O5 review.
Document #085-2: Incident 085-A
Prior to ██-██-████, SCP-085 was unaware of its status as a 2-Dimensional object in a 3-Dimensional world: prior security protocols required that SCP-085 be kept unaware of its true nature in order to prevent psychological distress: discrepancies with the perceived "real world" were presented as dreams or nightmares, and an effort was made to present SCP-085 with a scenario in which it was the last surviving human in a post-apocalyptic world, searching for survivors.
The deception was quickly broken following an incident where an SCP Foundation researcher accidentally brought a hard copy of SCP-085's Special Containment Procedures Report into the containment facility and allowed it to contact the artifact's current location. SCP-085 transferred onto the document before the researcher could remove it, and was immediately made aware of its true nature.
Because of the containment breach, several researchers advocated immediate destruction of the artifact. The decision was appealed to the O5-Council, which, in a █ to █ decision, advocated for SCP-085's continued existence.
Since the revelation of her true nature, observers have noted that SCP-085 has begun to show signs of clinical depression. Psychotherapy has been proposed, but the nature of the artifact's state of existence may make it difficult.
Some success has been had by providing SCP-085 tangible means to distract herself from her condition. In addition to the aforementioned optical illusions, SCP-085 expressed particular interest in a set of technical drawings for a 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible, transferring the parts one by one to a more naturalistic artwork, then assembling the vehicle by hand over the period of a year—gasoline being provided through a Norman Rockwell print of a gas station attendant.
Requests for further diversions of this nature are pending O5-level review and approval.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-085
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: [Revised on ██-██-████]. SCP-085 is to be contained in a single chalk-white bond drawing pad in a secure containment facility. Supervised contact with SCP-085 is unrestricted to all personnel with Level-2 access. All personnel coming into contact with SCP-085 are subject to searches and random psych analysis upon entering or leaving the containment area.
Absolutely no paper or canvas media are allowed to exit SCP-085's containment room: any paper trash must be disposed of by incineration after careful inspection. Paper and art supplies are to be brought in only by authorized personnel. In case of fire, flames are smothered using a rapid atmospheric-replacement and CO2-dumping system. Personnel are advised to quickly secure an oxygen mask and tank from the wall at the first sign of smoke or fire to prevent asphyxiation, as this procedure cannot be halted until all fires are suppressed.
Description: SCP-085 is the result of an experiment conducted between SCP-067 and SCP-914. Using SCP-067, Test Subject-1101F drew a single female figure, about 15 cm (6 in) in height and 3.8 cm (1.5 in) wide, in summer dress with long hair pulled back into a ponytail, with the name "Cassandra" written underneath. Dr. [EXPUNGED] proposed using SCP-914 on various settings on images created by SCP-067: Using the [Fine] setting, the 'Cassandra' sketch was transmuted into her present form: a sentient black-and white-animated young woman drawn in clean strokes. Further attempts to duplicate this result have been unsuccessful.
SCP-085 prefers to be called 'Cassy.' She is completely sentient and, as of ██-██-████, aware of her 2D form and her limitations in a three-dimensional world. Although her voice is inaudible, she has learned to communicate with SCP Foundation personnel through sign language and writing. SCP-085 may be communicated with by writing text on the paper she exists on. Personnel report that she is amicable and motivated, albeit lonely.
SCP-085 can interact with any drawn object on the same page as if it were real. For example, she is able to wear drawn clothing, drive sketched cars, and drink painted beverages. Except for animals and people, any drawn object becomes animated when in contact with SCP-085, but immediately ceases and holds position once out of contact. Artwork initially depicted as in motion such as ocean waves and swaying trees animate to an equilibrium state and stay at rest until acted upon by SCP-085.
SCP-085 has also demonstrated the ability to transfer from one sheet or image to another, as long as the two are flush. In the event SCP-085 enters a picture that does not support drawn objects (such as a repeating pattern), the picture is converted to a background image. SCP-085 perceives the picture as an endless plane of the image drawn upon it.
At the present time, SCP-085 can only exist upon paper or canvas surfaces: SCP-085 cannot transfer onto photos, cardboard, glass, or parchment. When entering other pieces of art, SCP-085 takes on the artistic style of her new environment (whether it be a comic book, an oil painting, watercolor, or charcoal sketching). Note: in comic form, her voice is visible as thought and voice bubbles around her head in typical comic fashion, and as she moves between panels the perspective and her relative size are altered appropriately.
 
Document #085-1: Introduction to several prints authored by M C Escher.
Researcher: Cassandra, this is known as "Ascending and Descending". What do you think?
(At this point, SCP-085 walks a few times around the staircase)
SCP-085: It's pretty, I guess. Would make a neat exercise track.
Researcher: You see nothing inconsistent with the staircase?
SCP-085: No, as far as I can tell it just loops around down/up all the time. Why don't more staircases do that? It's pretty neat.
After this session, SCP-085 requested several 'impossible' objects in her own environment. These requests are pending O5 review.
 
Document #085-2: Incident 085-A
Prior to ██-██-████, SCP-085 was unaware of its status as a 2-Dimensional object in a 3-Dimensional world: prior security protocols required that SCP-085 be kept unaware of its true nature in order to prevent psychological distress: discrepancies with the perceived "real world" were presented as dreams or nightmares, and an effort was made to present SCP-085 with a scenario in which it was the last surviving human in a post-apocalyptic world, searching for survivors.
The deception was quickly broken following an incident where an SCP Foundation researcher accidentally brought a hard copy of SCP-085's Special Containment Procedures Report into the containment facility and allowed it to contact the artifact's current location. SCP-085 transferred onto the document before the researcher could remove it, and was immediately made aware of its true nature.
Because of the containment breach, several researchers advocated immediate destruction of the artifact. The decision was appealed to the O5-Council, which, in a █ to █ decision, advocated for SCP-085's continued existence.
Since the revelation of her true nature, observers have noted that SCP-085 has begun to show signs of clinical depression. Psychotherapy has been proposed, but the nature of the artifact's state of existence may make it difficult.
Some success has been had by providing SCP-085 tangible means to distract herself from her condition. In addition to the aforementioned optical illusions, SCP-085 expressed particular interest in a set of technical drawings for a 1964 Ford Mustang Convertible, transferring the parts one by one to a more naturalistic artwork, then assembling the vehicle by hand over the period of a year—gasoline being provided through a Norman Rockwell print of a gas station attendant.
Requests for further diversions of this nature are pending O5-level review and approval.

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
{ http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-series }

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And more viewer and follower

Chapter 15

Title: First Fan


"Danzo has a different ideology from Uncle Hiruzen, but he is undoubtedly a strong ninja. Don't worry about that."



Tsunade thought Akabane was disappointed and afraid, so she offered comfort.



The main purpose of her coming here today was to talk about this, but she didn't know that Akabane wasn't really thinking about it.



However, as his mentor would be Danzo Shimura, he couldn't imagine how troublesome his future will be.



"Nah! Forget it; it's not like I could choose either."



Akabane sighed.



When Danzo Shimura was young, he was not as immoral as his old age. Now he at least is a decent person.



"It's good if you have prepared in your heart. Anyway, the teacher's assignment can't be changed."



Tsunade lay on the floor, treating it just like her home, completely disregarding her image.



Akabane concentrated on his drawing and didn't get bothered, but after about half a minute, someone suddenly opened his door.



"Akaba… Uh, this is…"



It was his mother. As soon as she was about to talk, she saw two Akabane who was drawing, and there was also a young girl lying while reading Akabane's comic excitedly.



Tsunade blushed, quickly sat upright, threw the sketch aside, and respectfully greeted "Hello Auntie, I am Akabane's classmate, Tsunade."



"Ooh Hello, Tsuna-chan. I'm sorry I didn't know that Akaba has a visitor."



".. By the way, when did you get in? I didn't see anyone knocking before."



"Ahaha… about that.." She laughs embarrassedly.



Keiko closed the door and left them alone. There was a burst of joy on her face.



"I never thought that my son was affiliated with someone like Tsunade-hime."



Akabane didn't know what his mother was thinking, but judging from her expression, he somehow felt embarrassed.



As for Tsunade, she awkwardly slumped on the floor.



"Regret coming through the window?"



Akabane couldn't hold his laugh to see someone like Tsunade acted so tomboyish.



"Aaargh.. It is about the time for me to go home, but next time when your comics are published, I will come to play with you again."



She might still have felt awkward after she met with Akabane's mother, so she put down the comics and quickly ran out downstairs.



Halfway through the downstairs, Tsunade came back and told him: "By the way, I'm going to visit grandma Mito soon, don't you want her to read your comics?"



"Great, I've got one finished!"



As soon as Tsunade heard Akabane's words, she was carefully searching for the comic.



"It was at my desk. That is all I can do in a short time. I can't say it's my best."



Akabane pointed out the location.



Tsunade saw the comic book with just a glance.



It looks very compact but fell in love at first sight with the cover



…



The cover is not made from hard paper, but it is framed delicately with colored drawings. It was The picture of Naruto Uzumaki running after vandalizing the Hokage statues with paints all over them.



"Ahhhh… such a lovely cover, is there any more?"



Tsunade held the book, excited and a bit upset.



"No, just this one."



Akabane directly counters the possibility of her acting like a crybaby to make her another copy.



"Is there only one?"



Tsunade carefully packed the comic, and then scanned Akabane's room with gleaming eyes.



Trying to find other things worth taking.



But only felt disappointed in the end that he doesn't have anything else worth her time.



"If you like my comic, come and buy it the next time when my comic store opens. I can save one copy for you before I run out of it."



"Really? Okay, don't lie to me, otherwise…"



Akabane immediately interrupts her.



"Don't worry, how dare I lie to you."



After all, Tsunade is his first fan, and she has never stopped chasing him since the beginning.



She smiled upon hearing this and went downstairs with joy. Akabane heard her greet his parents and said goodbye.



"That girl…is really easy to satisfy, and kinda cute."



Akabane sighed slightly, and when she grew up, she would not be the cute little girl anymore. After all, she would be one of three legendary ninjas.



But soon, he tried to get rid of such a thought. She will lose a lot of people that she loves along the way.



Seeing Tsunade left, Akabane was still distracted, and the clone couldn't help but said, "Everyone is gone, you should take it seriously? How long has it been for a drawing, hello!"



"What's the hurry? I have done it."



Akabane's thoughts were interrupted, and he had to concentrate on his drawing.



His first volume is almost done, but of course, he can't compare his knock-off comic to the real one. There are some mistakes here and there.



He glanced at it and nodded in satisfaction.



He felt exhausted and wanted to grab some drink, but as soon as he tried to get out of his room, her mother approached him casually.



Akabane asked, "What's the matter, mother?"



She said, "Ahh, nothing important since I just think that you will have a holiday from tomorrow, we have arranged your chakra training."



Genjutsu usage demands a lot of chakras, so training Chakra control is inevitable for him.



"Is it tree climbing and water-walk? I don't think this training is necessary."



Akabane said immediately.



These things must be clearly explained to them. Otherwise, they will have to randomly arrange his training.



"This training we requested for your foundation, the greater your talent, the better your foundations must be strengthened."



Kurama Keiko saw Akabane somewhat disapproving and insisted.



Knowing that nothing can be done by just talking, Akabane wondered for a moment and learned Tsunade to walk on the wall, and finally stood on the ceiling.



"If you still need me to learn how to water-walk to, I can now go to the bathroom to show it to you."



Akabane yawned and said.



Her mother was a little surprised, but also speechless.



She couldn't believe that her son has been developing this much in such a short time.



She thought that Akabane was only loafing around.



Remained speechless, she can only be assured by his talent.



Nothing more…



What a great boy, but there is still room for him to grow.

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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*Disclaimer*
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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"Danzo has a different ideology from Uncle Hiruzen, but he is undoubtedly a strong ninja. Don't worry about that."
Tsunade thought Akabane was disappointed and afraid, so she offered comfort.
The main purpose of her coming here today was to talk about this, but she didn't know that Akabane was really thinking about it.
However, as his mentor would be Danzo Shimura, he couldn't imagine how troublesome his future will be.
"Nah! Forget it; it's not like I could choose either."
Akabane sighed.
When Danzo Shimura was young, he was not as immoral as his old age. Now he at least he is a decent person.
"It's good if you have prepared in your heart. Anyway, the teacher's assignment can't be changed."
Tsunade lay on the floor, treating it just like her home, completely disregarding his image.
Akabane concentrated on his drawing and didn't get bothered, but after about half a minute, someone suddenly opened his door.
"Akaba... Uh, this is..."
It was her mother. As soon as he was about to talk, he saw two Akabane who was drawing, and there was also a young girl lying while reading Akabane's comic excitedly.
Tsunade blushed, quickly sat upright, threw the sketch aside, and respectfully greeted "Hello Auntie, I am Akabane's classmate, Tsunade."
"Ooh Hello, Tsuna-chan. I'm sorry I didn't know that Akaba has a visitor."
".. By the way, when did you get in? I didn't see anyone knocking before."
"Ahaha… about that.." She laughs embarrassedly.
Saki closed the door and left them alone. There was a burst of joy on her face.
"I never thought that my son was affiliated with someone like Tsunade."
Akabane didn't know what his mother was thinking, but judging from her expression, he somehow felt embarrassed.
As for Tsunade, she awkwardly slumped on the floor.
"Regret to come in through the window?"
Akabane couldn't hold his laugh to see someone like Tsunade acted so tomboyish.
"Aaargh.. It is about the time for me to go home, but next time when your comics are published, I will come to play with you again."
She might still felt awkward after she met with Akabane's mother, so she put down the comics and quickly ran out through downstairs.
Halfway through the downstairs, Tsunade came back and told him: "By the way, I'm going to visit grandma Mito soon, don't you want her to read your comics?"
"Great, I've got one finished!"
As soon as Tsunade heard Akabane's words, she was carefully searching for the comic.
"It was at my desk. That is all I can do with a short time. I can't say it's my best."
Akabane pointed out the location.
Tsunade saw the comic book with just a glance.
It looks very compact but fell in love at first sight with the cover
…
The cover is not made from a hard paper, but it is framed delicately with colored drawings. It was The picture of Naruto Uzumaki running after vandalizing the Hokage statues by paints all over it.
"Ahhhh... such a lovely cover, is there any more?"
Tsunade held the book, excited and a bit upset.
"No, just this one."
Akabane directly counters the possibility of her acting like a crybaby to make her another copy.
"Is there only one?"
Tsunade carefully packed the comic, and then scanned Akabane's room with gleaming eyes.
Trying to find other things worth taking.
But only felt disappointed in the end that he doesn't have anything else worth her time.
"If you like my comic, come and buy it the next time when my comic store opens. I can save one copy for you before I run out of it."
"Really? Okay, don't lie to me, otherwise..."
Akabane immediately interrupts her.
"Don't worry, how dare I lie to you."
After all, Tsunade is his first fan, and she has never stopped chasing him since the beginning.
She smiled upon hearing this and went downstairs with joy. Akabane heard her greeted his parents and said goodbye.
"That girl...is really easy to satisfy, and kinda cute."
Akabane sighed slightly, and when she grew up, she would not be the cute little girl anymore. After all, she would be one of three legendary ninjas.
But soon, he tried to get rid of such a thought. She will lose a lot of people that she loves along the way.
Seeing Tsunade left, Akabane was still distracted, and the clone couldn't help but said, "Everyone is gone, you should take it seriously? How long has it been for a drawing, hello!"
"What's the hurry? I have done it."
Akabane's thoughts were interrupted, and he had concentrate on his drawing.
His first volume is almost done, but of course, he can't compare his knock-off comic to the real one. There are some mistakes here and there.
He glanced at it and nodded in satisfaction.
He felt exhausted and want to grab some drink, but as soon as he tried to get out of his room, her mother approached him casually.
Akabane asked, "What's the matter, mother?"
She said, "Ahh, nothing important since I just think that you will have a holiday from tomorrow, we have arranged your chakra training."
Genjutsu usage demands a lot of chakra, so training Chakra control is inevitable for him.
"But tree climbing and water-walk? I don't think this training is necessary."
Akabane said immediately.
These things must be clearly explained to them. Otherwise, they will have to randomly arrange his training.
"This training we requested for your foundation, the greater your talent, the better your foundations must be strengthened."
Kurama Saki saw Akabane somewhat disapproving and insisted.
Knowing that nothing can be done by just talking, Akabane wondered for a moment and learned Tsunade to walk on the wall, and finally stood on the ceiling.
"If you still need me to learn how to water-walk to, I can now go to the bathroom to show it to you."
Akabane yawned and said.
Her mother was a little surprised, but also speechless.
She couldn't believe that her son has been developing this much in such a short time.
She thought that Akabane was only loafing around.
Remained speechless, she can only be assured by his talent.
Nothing more...
What a great boy, but there is still room for him to grow.

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.

Kuro POV.
The money was running out. I hadn't told Yoshito yet, he has enough problems without it. It seemed I had somehow been able to give him the illusion that the life insurance would last forever.
Well, atleast I dont have to pay protection money to any yakuza, many even being led by people with quirks these day.
Wait a second. That could be my solution. My power hasn't grown to a point where I can do what some of the people, criminals, I had seen on the television could do, but I could take powers with just a touch.
2 birds with one stone. I grow stronger and fix my little problem in by doing one thing.
I smiled, and then I looked. Not like I had done this morning, but opened something else, and dots of light filled my vision. Lights that would soon fill me.
It was late at night, and my brother was asleep, seems like he had fallen asleep reading one of his comic books. Truly childish.
I felt pricks of light, constantly at the edge of my mind, and I grabbed one of them. Escalation filled my body, and I grew. Not by alot, mind you, but a bit.
It felt like this was the way things were supposed to be, but an itch still remained just under my skin.
It took me three tries until I found one of the lights that seemed like they were doing illegal actions.  They, in fact, had a bird tatoo, a symbol of one of the smaller local groups, whose name I hadnt bothered learning.
They also seemed to be in the progress of attacking some poor man.
I was noticed as I walked out of the shadows.
"Hey man, fuck off, why don't you?"
That was the man with a quirk. What a rude person. His rudeness nor his quirk helped him when I grabbed him and tore it out, and threw him into a wall.
He didn't get up again, and while I didnt know quite what it was, it seemed to have something to do with directing momentum.
No matter, I still had some people to deal with.
One of the people from the little local gathering of criminals rushed me, and his friends seemed to snap out from their shock at that.
They grw closer to me, and I grew, I escalated. They fell down, and I didn't.
I dropped escalation back into the background noise, and while I shrunk a bit I wasn't down to the size I was before.
That could be a problem.
But, if I played this right, I could make so it isn't mine.
I pulled the man they had been attacking, a half exposed symbol that probably belonged to another little group of local criminals seen on his collarbone.
An application of pain generation, small enough to feel like a small shock, woke him up.
Another interesting part of that quirk is that it could force someone to stay awake.
"Hello there, my friend. I am All for One, and I have a gift just for you, and all that I need in exhange for that is a small favor..."
He gulped while looking at me. Pathetic for a grown man to be afraid of a child, no?
"W-what are you giving me?" His voice wobbled abit at the beginning, but he seemed to do fine after that. I suppose he is less of a coward then he seems.
"Power."
__________________________________________
I woke up, almost late for school. I noticed an enveloped had been pushed under the door.
He had listened to my instructions, which would work well for for me, as I didn't have to hunt him down to make him pay it back.
The money problem seemed to have been solved, for now.
There was a letter placed with the money. I pulled it out and started to read.
'Hello All for One
I, the leader of my little group, believe that cooperation in the future could be beneficial to both of us.
See, we have some rather, shall we say, annoying people that have been poking their noses into my business.
I shall, of course, give a little bonus for ensuring that they aren't a bother anymore. You can of course keep what you have taken from them.
What ever that may be.
Call the following number if you are interested in cooperating further.
+81 xx xx xx xx
Have a good day'
It seemed like it was solved for the long term as well.
Truly, violence solves everything.
______________________________________
It had been several weeks now, and more and more people were in debt to me. They were the defences between my brother and whatever wished to harm him, atleast until I got there.
Then whoever had that idea in mind would forget it.
I had also gained a new favorite quirk. Well, outside off All for One of course. It was suprisingly a rather mundane power, a simple strength enhancement, but it's power came from its simplicity. It may not be advanced, but it held a lot of power, making me able to do some truly superhuman feats.
It also, unlike many other strength enhacement quirks, also gave me boosted endurance, by quite a lot aswell.
It seemed like the goverment had decided to name our little group the alliance, which I suppose makes sense. It still made me think that they needed a new PR team.
_____________________________________
Yoshito POV.
Kuro was becoming strange. He may think I am stupid and wouldn't notice him sneaking out at night, but I have.
I trust him to tell me if it is important, so he must have a good reason to tell me
I woke up before him today, for once, and decided to make breakfeast for him today.
The newspaper today seemed to talk of putting people with quirks in special areas to limit the chaos that is spreading in society.
I was so engrossed in the paper I didn't even notice my brother entering the kitchen.
"What is this I am seeing? My own brother reading something that isnt a comic book!"
Did he always have to mock me for that? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter, that he is starting to talk to me again is nice.
"Yes, Kuro" I knew his name irritated him " I am, for once, not reading a comic book. I noticed the news paper was about proposed changes in laws regarding people with quirks, so I decided to read it."
"So, what has changed?"
"Well, it turns out they are moving all people with quirks to special cities so they can limit the amount of chaos spreading in society."
My brother didn't comment at that, his face just went still, and his eyes that were so warm before, now felt like the artic itself. He snapped out of it quickly though.
"I-I see. Well I can't actully stay for breakfeast, I have some things to do. Have a nice breakfeast Yoshito."
He almost ran out of the kitchen after that.
___________________________________
Kuro POV.
I will not allow this. I will stop this, and that will be my first step.
The idiot that proposed that change will die slowly.

Shigaraki remembers things from a world not his own, seen by a body not his him own, and he starts to wonder on how to change the world.







I do not own the picture on the cover, you can find the creator here: https://twitter.com/tbbaron_manga/status/1186091664777142272

Leorio returns, looking defeated.
Leorio: "Sorry, I thought I was a rock paper scissors pro."
Esther: "…Oh well, even if we lost 50 hours. We still have about 15 left. I think if we rush, we can make it."
A door from the side wall opens. An announcement is sounded.
"Please cross the bridge. On the other side, you'll find a small room. That's where you will be spending the 50 hours you gambled away."
The announcement cuts.
Killua: "Well. Come on."
We enter the room. The door automatically locks behind us. Looking around, I see some books, chairs, a fridge, a table, and a tv.
Leorio: "Come on, give me a break. Can't believe we just got to sit around for 50 hours."
Killua: "Alright then, we got more than 2 days."
Gon: "So, what do you want to do?"
Killua: "Let's search the room and see if there is anything to play with."
Esther: "Ok."
We run around the room, we spot a TV. Killua turns it on while I read books. They're comic books? Why are they here?
Esther: "Hey guys, check this out."
Killua: "What is it?"
I show them the book.
Gon: "Oh, wow! They're comic books!"
Killua: "Cool, let's read them."
Esther: "Hahaha! Oh man, did you see this part? The red frog put a grenade in his captain's mouth and blue him up. His hair looks like a smoke cloud."
Killua: "Really? Let me see."
Gon: "Me too!"
After reading for some time now, Killua looks up at me.
Killua: "Hey Esther, I forgot to ask this. How did your dad meet your mom?"
I stop reading. I sigh.
Esther: "Mom only once told me about this when I was small. So, sorry if I get some information mixed up. You see, before mother met father, she said she worked as a guard. Her job was to make sure no stranger entered the village. I do not know where that village is exactly, but she said that when we escaped, she'd show me. Anyways, while doing her job, a man, tattered and beaten, somehow found her village."
Gon: "Was that man your dad?"
Esther: "Bingo! And while mother's job was to make sure no stranger entered the village, she still had pity on him. Taking him in despite the villagers saying don't, she nursed and cared for him. At that point, you can say she fell in love. After father got better, he proposed to her. But the thing is, in that village, you are forbidden to marry someone whom is not of that village. My mother went against it, leading to her being thrown away. They said she can come back, but only when she learns how bad of a decision she made."
KIllua: "It was pretty bad."
Esther: "After living with father for some time, I was born. Things changed after that cause when I cried, well, you know. Mother slowly started regretting marrying him. Things got physical when she saw he was deliberately making me cry. That's when the lock up happens. Even back then, we never once left father's home. Not even when mother was giving birth to me. That place is a prison. But I got to go back to see mother. She promised me we both escape."
Killua: "How can she escape if she's dead?"
Esther: "…I do not know, but, when I get there…I'll find a way to help her."
Killua: "Man, you make no sense. Wouldn't it be better to just move on with your life instead of for the past?"
Esther: "That may be true, but it's a task I must accomplish. Even if I lose my life."
Gon: "Don't say things like that. You'll jinx yourself."
Esther: "Yeah, you're right. Let's continue reading."
I can feel everyone looking at me. Their gazes hurt. After reading for a long time, Killua shows Gon some tricks on his skateboard. Leorio and Kurapika are conversing. I'm still reading. I feel danger. Ducking my head instinctively, a skateboard flies past me and hits Leorio's head.
Leorio: "What are you doing?! You can't skateboard in here!"
Gon: "Sorry."
After lots of time passes, we go to bed.

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Follow Esther as he travels with Gon and the gang. 

ps: I'll write what I watch, changes are inevitable. Of course, the beginning is not much different.

If you find errors, please inform me so that I can make corrections.

here's the link to the story. Hope it helps.

https://my.w.tt/mDBuCMI5scb

Gu Weiwei had lunch with Fu Hanzheng at the company, and when he was having a meeting with the top managers at the small conference table in the office, she occupied his desk and spent the entire afternoon writing and painting.
After she finished the painting, she stuck it on the wall next to his desk and admired it with satisfaction.
When Fu Hanzheng finished the meeting, she saw that it was almost time to pick up Yuan Bao, so she said goodbye to him.
"Get someone to pick him up, wait in the car, don't go to his school." Fu Hanzheng reminded her.
He did not want to see rumours of her having an affair with a photo of someone else's child in the news.
"Got it." Gu Weiwei let him lead her out of the office and they waited for the elevator together.
Seeing the elevator opening, Fu Hanzheng said, "I'll see you at home."
Gu Weiwei entered the elevator and made a heart gesture with her hand to the man outside. Then she raised her head and made a heart gesture with her arms.
"Uncle Fu, Sarang-e!"
Fu Hanzheng chuckled. "Drive safe."
He did not return to the office until the elevator closed.
The moment he entered the office, he saw Xu Qian and Fu Shiyi staring at the wall next to his desk.
"What are you looking at?"
Fu Shiqin pointed at the painting on the wall. "I am looking at the masterpiece left by sister-in-law."
Fu Hanzheng approached and saw a piece of paper stuck to the wall. It was a brief comic.
It was a painting of him at work, so it looked normal.
The next section showed him at home, looking sweet and loving.
It was signed by Mrs. Fu.
It was obvious that she had spent the entire afternoon painting at his desk.
He removed it and said to Xu Qian, "Put it in a frame and hang it up."
"…"
Fu Shiqin looked at his brother speechlessly, wondering if he should set up another incense table for him.
He treasured whatever his sister-in-law gave him.
His sister-in-law had only given him ties and he had seen him wearing one every day.
Xu Qian was not surprised at all. He took the painting and put it away carefully.
"I will get someone to do it later."
Fu Hanzheng sat down. "Let's start with your work report. Fu Shiqin, how is your project going?"
As soon as his girlfriend left, he switched to work mode.
Fu Shiqin gave him the report and added some more information. Then he complained.
"The project was supposed to start next month, but it has to be pushed forward, so we need to increase the workload…"
"I am getting married next month." Fu Hanzheng interrupted him coldly.
Fu Shiqin was speechless.
Alright, alright, nothing is more important than you getting married.
If you get married, you are amazing.
Since he was getting married next month, he had changed a lot of the work plans.
"You are going on a business trip next week," Fu Hanzheng said without changing his expression.
Fu Shiqin could not stand it any more. "Can't you do it? And I can't deal with those people either."
He would not be able to suppress the big shots at the gathering alone.
"You are not a young child anymore, you need to deal with some things." Fu Hanzheng warned him.
Fu Shiqin frowned and mumbled, "Why do you sound like you are planning to retire after getting married?"
Xu Qian explained to him speechlessly.
"Second Master, what Boss means is that after he is married, he needs to handle the Gu Family and so you are needed for this kind of business trip."


Gu Weiwei, the adopted daughter of the most wealthy and powerful Gu Family in A Land, is seriously injured during an attack. Her best friend, Ling Yan, who has been suffering from a heart disease, takes this opportunity to kill Gu Weiwei and snatches her heart for her own transplant surgery.
 Unexpectedly, however, Gu Weiwei is reborn and became Mu Weiwei, the adopted daughter of the most wealthy and powerful Fu Family in Hua Land and somehow ends up having a one-night-stand with the heir Fu Hanzheng. 
From that night on, strange things start to happen. Firstly, Fu Hanzheng, who has no interest in any women, especially not in the noisy young Mu Weiwei, suddenly falls for Mu Weiwei—who now has Gu Weiwei’s soul inside. 
Gu Weiwei decides to take this second chance of life as a precious opportunity to take revenge for both Mu Weiwei and for herself. 
Subsequently, Gu Weiwei uses her own talents and skills and becomes the most popular and beloved movie star in the entire world using Mu Weiwei’s body and successfully crushes all her enemies. 
Meanwhile, she gradually develops a lovely relationship with Fu Hanzheng, who is deeply devoted to her and only her.

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