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The light rain continued, pattering softly against the canopy outside the window.
Inside the warm, dry room, Mizukuma lay on a spacious bed, clutching his forehead as he struggled to open his eyes.
He blinked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Inhaled—a scent both familiar and strange.
He reached out—his left side felt odd, like a cluster of peaks; his right side, oddly flat like a plain.
Frowning, Mizukuma took in the strange n...
2025-05-10 21:11:05 +0000 UTC
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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
During that time, Reiji and a dozen other children trained under Mizukuma, learning everything there was to know about being a covert agent—in other words, how to be a proper spy.
They covered everything from facial expression control and blending into a crowd, to a hundred ways to jump into conversations, how to play dumb, and how to use their age to fish for intel.
Basically, it was a crash course in sales tact...
2025-05-10 21:09:59 +0000 UTC
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“What do you want Shuku Kohei for?”
At the question, Kandachi smiled obsequiously.
“Hanzō-sama, I think this boy is incredibly clever and quick on his feet—he’d be a perfect fit for an infiltration mission.
If we assign him to Iwagakure in the Land of Earth, our greatest threat, I’m sure he’ll establish an intelligence network in no time.”
What he really wanted was to send Reiji far, far away—out of sight, out of mind, and out of competition for favo...
2025-05-10 21:08:48 +0000 UTC
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As night fell, the drizzle showed no sign of stopping. Reiji supported the drunken Mizukuma as they strolled through the streets of Amegakure.
"Sensei, how’d you get done so fast?" Reiji asked casually, effortlessly propping up Mizukuma by the shoulder.
"Fast?" Mizukuma slurred, confused. "What do you mean fast?"
"Not 'what's fast'—you were too fast. I counted—ten minutes in total, and you bagged two women. That's five minutes each! And in those ten minutes, you still ...
2025-05-10 21:08:07 +0000 UTC
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Mizukuma looked completely defeated as he watched Hanzō of the Salamander walk away, slumping down at the table like a withered eggplant.
"Kohei, don’t get discouraged. Chakra attributes… well, they can be trained. It’s really not that big of a deal."
Seeing Mizukuma force a bitter smile while clumsily trying to comfort himself, Reiji felt a bit moved. He wiped his nose and casually stuffed the chakra test paper into his ninja pouch. A blue light flashed.
Inside the p...
2025-05-10 21:07:32 +0000 UTC
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Although Reiji had officially become Hanzō of the Salamander's apprentice, he hadn’t seen that shameless guy even once since their parting in the office over a week ago.
In his place, a special Jōnin named Mizukuma had been conducting the lessons.
Although Reiji had officially become Hanzō of the Salamander's apprentice, he hadn’t seen that shameless guy even once since their parting in the office over a week ago.
In his place, a special Jōnin named Mizukuma had been...
2025-05-10 21:07:06 +0000 UTC
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“Shff, shff, shff.”
A soft rustling echoed through the alley.
By the light of the lanterns the Ame Ninja carried, Reiji saw seven or eight figures blur into afterimages and vanish into the night.
Looks like these Ame-nin are pretty professional—they’re cautious of hidden threats.
At the front of the group was a tall, broad-shouldered Ame Ninja, dressed in a loose raincoat and wearing a special breathing mask.
Thanks to his sharp eyesight, Reiji spotted a ...
2025-05-10 21:06:45 +0000 UTC
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Just as Reiji’s eyes were about to be gouged out—
“Bang!”
A muffled sound rang out.
In front of Isamu, the Reiji buried in the ground burst into a puff of white smoke.
A second later, a wooden log appeared in the pit.
“Body Replacement Technique!”
Isamu’s pupils shrank sharply, and his heart surged with panic.
Damn it! The experiments clearly showed that this immortal freak can’t use chakra! So how the hell did he pull off a Body Repla...
2025-05-10 21:06:07 +0000 UTC
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A hoarse voice echoed in the dark, sending a chill down Reiji’s spine. His short hair bristled straight up.
As the voice faded, a tall figure emerged from the shadows—it was none other than the cult’s Divine Emissary, Isamu.
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. The hood slipped back just enough to reveal his scar-riddled, monstrous face, sinister and chilling.
“Seriously?! What are you, a bloodhound? I ran this far and you still tracked me down?!”
Isamu did...
2025-05-10 21:05:34 +0000 UTC
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The secret base of the heretics...
As with the past half year of sacrifices, a crowd of ragged, terrified children were herded into the massive cave where the altar stood.
Isamu remained in the same spot as last time, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the altar, imagining how many new “knights” they might gain from this offering.
Suddenly, a strange idea crossed his mind.
If Reiji’s immortality were combined with Haruto’s Curse Technique: Death Controlling Poss...
2025-05-10 21:05:01 +0000 UTC
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Thick blood soaked the stone platform as the cultists’ massacre came to an end.
Only a few children remained on the platform, standing there trembling, yellowish liquid dripping from their pant legs. Despite their terror, they couldn’t move an inch.
A mysterious force had bound them in place.
In that moment between life and death, Reiji’s desperate will to survive suddenly flared, allowing him to move ever so slightly.
His severed head lay alone on the ground, ey...
2025-05-10 21:04:20 +0000 UTC
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"Feed these brats some pig slop, at least let them survive the night!"
Who was that?
Who's talking?
Did I get drunk and pass out in the street?
Reiji slowly opened his eyes. Darkness. The familiar ceiling of his home was gone. So were the white fluorescent lights he was used to. Only the faint glow of oil lamps beyond the dark iron bars offered a shred of light.
What the hell is going on?
Jolting upright, Reiji scanned his surroundings. His heart dropped.
2025-05-10 21:03:45 +0000 UTC
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The hall of the estate was dim and cold.
The chandelier cast a pale, chilly glow, stretching shadows across the room.
“Doffy, how’ve things been lately?”
Daren sprawled lazily on a plush leather sofa, legs crossed, lighting a cigar as he asked the question with a relaxed smile.
Trebol and the other officers of the Donquixote family stood frozen in the shadows, stiff with tension. Not one dared breathe too loudly. The pressure in the room was suffocating.
Th...
2025-05-10 10:05:01 +0000 UTC
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“It’s the Marines...”
“The North Blue Fleet’s here too?”
“Doflamingo really pulled it off... Even the North Blue Fleet sent someone to celebrate!”
“What are you, stupid? You think the Donquixote family could’ve taken over the North Blue underworld so easily without the Fleet’s silent approval?”
“Don’t tell me...”
“Hmph... there’s no official proof, but they say Doflamingo had a rather ‘special’ relationship with the former No...
2025-05-10 10:04:24 +0000 UTC
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Masatsuki Aozaki’s expression remained unchanged. It didn’t matter how many people came—once they had witnessed Kyōka Suigetsu, escape was impossible.
An unconscious shift in perception took hold in everyone's minds.
Half of the guards and death dealers began to show signs of transformation—green skin and eerie orange-red eye sockets, the unmistakable traits of monsters. Their bodies instinctively succumbed to fear.
They didn’t even realize the abnormal changes un...
2025-05-10 09:16:08 +0000 UTC
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Dark clouds loomed over the outskirts of the Tsunayashiro Clan's estate. Thunder rumbled, lightning split the sky, and rain poured relentlessly over the towering penthouse—just slightly lower than the clan's main assembly hall.
Masatsuki Aozaki stood alone in the storm, allowing the rain to drench him completely.
His fingers tapped rhythmically against the hilt of Banshō Senran, the sound blending seamlessly with the downpour.
The penthouse spanned fifty floors, reaching ...
2025-05-10 09:15:33 +0000 UTC
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In the blink of an eye, another year had passed. The Third Shinobi World War had remained in a lull for quite some time.
The war had come so suddenly and spread so quickly that all five great ninja villages suffered to varying degrees.
Of them, Sunagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure took the hardest hits.
The Third Kazekage, the Third Mizukage, and the Third Raikage all vanished—or died—within the same year.
Ironically, Konoha, initially the target of a joint assau...
2025-05-10 09:08:25 +0000 UTC
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Seeing Orochimaru’s arms suddenly stretch out, Kazuyama couldn’t help but swallow hard.
He used to think he had a strong stomach—after all, he had chosen to become Orochimaru’s disciple. But anime is anime, manga is manga, and reality... is something else entirely.
In that moment, he realized he’d been wrong. The visual impact was overwhelming!
“Human joints can be rather limiting sometimes. But with my technique…”
“That’s no longer an issue.”
...
2025-05-10 09:07:58 +0000 UTC
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“Father, what happened?”
As soon as Kitsuchi saw Ōnoki return, he rushed to meet him.
His eyes instinctively searched behind his father, but Rōshi was nowhere to be seen.
Then, he looked at Ōnoki’s face—
That grim, heavy expression gave him the answer before the words were spoken.
“Rōshi… has been killed.”
Regret filled Ōnoki’s heart.
He should never have made that letter public.
But there was no undoing the past—all he co...
2025-05-10 09:01:35 +0000 UTC
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“It does look quite intimidating.”
Fugaku’s lips curled into a sneer, as if he didn’t take the Tailed Beast Ball seriously at all.
With a single command, Susanoo pushed off the ground, charging forward like a moving fortress.
The earth trembled beneath its weight, sending dust billowing into the air.
The four black chakra blades in Susanoo’s hands crossed in pairs, gleaming under the sunlight with a chilling radiance.
The razor-sharp chakra-infused edge...
2025-05-10 09:01:08 +0000 UTC
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As everyone knows, there are four great Natural Disasters—earth, forest, sea, and “Human.”
The Curse born from humanity's hatred and fear of its own kind was, according to Jogo, the leader among them.
Humans, too, were one of the natural disasters of this planet.
Sōjun Minamoto looked at the three Cursed Spirits.
He preferred to distinguish them by their essence—or their power.
Jogo was the strongest, wielding flame-based techniques. Hanami had the most ...
2025-05-09 22:11:15 +0000 UTC
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“Humans are hypocrites. Behind every polite façade, there's always a hidden agenda.”
Jogo cast a sideways glance around the shop. Students chatted and messed around, office workers shared drinks and conversation, and neighbors gossiped about family matters... Despite the differences, the common thread was clear—driven by emotion, they were all leaking curses to varying degrees, their overall mood leaning negative.
“Heh.” Jogo withdrew his gaze and sneered. “But we—i...
2025-05-09 22:10:46 +0000 UTC
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The news of the Tsunayashiro Clan’s defenses collapsing yet again spread like wildfire across their territory. With it, the last remnants of their Shinigami's fighting spirit crumbled.
These so-called warriors—arrogant bullies in times of power—had been reduced to nothing more than terrified prey. Their once-brutal nature had completely vanished, replaced by sheer, unrelenting fear.
The elders of the clan understood the truth.
For decades, the Tsunayashiro Clan had exp...
2025-05-09 22:06:11 +0000 UTC
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Daren casually picked his ear, completely ignoring Momonga’s complaints.
This trip to Sky Island had gone far better than expected. Not only had there been no real obstacles along the way, but the haul had exceeded even his most optimistic estimates.
First, he’d found the Goro Goro no Mi inside a long-abandoned temple. Then, heading straight to the legendary golden city of Shandora, he used the Jiki Jiki no Mi to clean the place out, moving all the gold away in one sweep.
<...
2025-05-09 21:57:15 +0000 UTC
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“Hu-Hundreds of billions!?”
Momonga shot up, eyes wide as he stared at Daren, jaw nearly hitting the floor. He stammered, “Daren... you’re not joking, right?”
He cradled the Log Pose in his hands like it was some priceless treasure.
Daren scoffed, “Do I look like the kind of guy who jokes about this stuff? It’s just a few hundred billion Belly in gold... what’s there to get so worked up about?”
Even as he said that, the corner of his mouth curled up s...
2025-05-09 21:56:40 +0000 UTC
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Hey everyone, how’s it going?
Just popping in real quick to ask you something—what kind of new fanfic are you most excited to see?
I usually choose stories based on whether I enjoy them or not, so this won’t affect any decisions or anything—I’m just genuinely curious!
I get the feeling some of you might be missing a good Naruto fanfic… or is that just me?
Let me know!
2025-05-09 20:46:13 +0000 UTC
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"That's all you've got...?"
Daren shot Momonga a disdainful glance, his face full of disappointment.
Momonga: ¥#@¥%#@¥...
I just ate the Goro Goro no Mi! Holding out for half an hour under that kind of intense output is already impressive, alright?
Annoyed, he rolled his eyes and flopped onto the ground of the training field, stretching out comfortably as he half-closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.
That lunatic Daren had actually tanked his ligh...
2025-05-09 09:01:50 +0000 UTC
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What insane acceleration!
That lunatic Daren—how long has he even been at headquarters?
And his strength’s already skyrocketed to the point I can’t even follow his movements!?
What the hell did he do?
Was he juicing or something?
Momonga’s heart pounded wildly, and the corners of his eyes twitched like crazy.
To him, Daren’s figure moved like lightning—so fast it was impossible to track. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.
<...
2025-05-09 09:00:51 +0000 UTC
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In the afternoon, Metastacia was cutting down members of the Tsunayashiro Clan, waiting for them to undergo Hollowfication.
His revered Aizen-sama was expecting him to finish the job and return in time for dinner, so he was feeling a little impatient.
Before arriving, he had been an artificial Adjuchas—an arachnid-like Hollow with a vaguely humanoid form, eight legs firmly planted on the ground, and thick red tentacles protruding from his back.
Originally, he was nothing m...
2025-05-09 08:50:32 +0000 UTC
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A special day—the birthday of the 11th Division Captain, the 11th Kenpachi, Masatsuki Aozaki.
In truth, birthdays didn’t mean much to Masatsuki. He often forgot his own.
But even if it didn’t matter to him, it seemed to hold significance for others.
A birthday with no one to celebrate it was just another ordinary day. But when too many people gathered, it became a mix of joy and awkwardness.
He woke up early to the sound of Yoruichi Shihōin snoring. She was exha...
2025-05-09 08:50:03 +0000 UTC
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