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While they were kissing…
Naori's thoughts were going wild.
"Wait… I'm kissing him? And he's kissing me back? Aah! This is so embarrassing! What should I do?!"
Her brain was a complete mess. Her heart thumped like a taiko drum.
But even though she was panicking, she didn't stop. She leaned in more.
"This feeling… it's strange… but also exciting…" she thought.
But then…
Arata slowly pulled back.
A thin line of saliva stretched and broke between them.
Naori's eyes widened. She was stunned, blinking at Arata in front of her. Her face turned bright red.
"Wh-What do I do now?" she muttered under her breath.
She didn't want it to end so soon. She felt… a little sad.
Then, inside Arata's mind, a familiar voice popped up.
System:
"The host has cheated. But... you've earned my respect. Reward granted."
"When your eyes open next time in battle, your dojutsu will be enhanced by 10%."
"Bonus: You now have Shisui's technique. Use it once per year. No Sharingan needed."
Sad System:"I should've never given that task to this brat…"
Kurama (grumpy):"Tch. Told ya. He's a sneaky one."
System:"Shut up, fox. I didn't think he'd pull that stunt on me."
Kurama (smirking):"He's growing. Got that main character energy now."
Back in the real world…
Arata smirked slightly.
Seeing that, Naori's face turned even redder. Her heart did a backflip.
"Why is he smirking like that…?! Wait, is he reading my thoughts?! No way!"
She quickly shook her head and looked away.
Arata chuckled softly. He already guessed what she was thinking.
Then he said with a warm tone, "Naori… let's go."
Naori blinked. "W-We're starting now?no...no..i am young i can't do this now "
She said looked flustered, but also a little excited.
Then she suddenly looked away again and started walking fast—more like running.
"Naori… let's go. to Academy "as Arata Finished his Scentence
"I need to cool off… this is too much!"
Arata smiled to himself, watching her run off.
Then he turned and headed toward the ninja academy.
In the forest…
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Loud sounds echoed through the woods.
It wasn't far.
Someone was punching a tree. Hard.
A roar followed.
Arata stopped walking and turned toward the sound.
"Someone's pissed…?"
He moved closer and saw a young boy—not much younger than him—slamming his fists into a tree.
BANG! BANG!
Blood ran down the kid's hands. His face was pale and sweaty.
"Why… why can't I become a shinobi?!" the boy screamed.
He hit the tree one last time before falling to his knees, shaking.
Arata walked closer and said calmly, "You really want to be a shinobi?"
The boy flinched. He looked up fast, panic in his eyes.
"Wh-Who are you?!"
He didn't recognize Arata.
That made sense. Arata rarely left the Senju compound. Most villagers only recognized him because of the Senju clan symbol on his back.
Some academy students and clan members knew him, but the public? Not really.
"Of course he doesn't know me," Arata thought.
"I'm Arata Senju," he said. "I heard you yelling. You want to become a shinobi, but you got rejected, right?"
The boy stared, eyes wide. His fists clenched again.
Arata noticed something strange—the boy's eyes. They looked… snake-like.
"Those eyes… something's off…"
Still, Arata stayed calm.
The boy suddenly broke down and cried.
"Yes!" he shouted. "I want to be a ninja! But my parents died… during the Nine-Tails attack!"
Tears rolled down his face as he spoke.
"I was just a kid. I couldn't do anything. I was weak. Everyone had to protect me. I was helpless."
He slammed his fists into the ground.
"I don't want to live like that anymore! I want to protect myself… and the people I care about! I want strength!"
Then his voice lowered.
"But I was rejected… they said I'm not strong enough to be a ninja…"
His voice trembled.
"It's too hard for me…"
As the boy kept talking, he said,
"At first, I thought… only if I become strong, I can protect myself and the people I care about. But when I joined the Ninja Academy… they checked everything—my body, my chakra, my potential. I was weak. I got rejected. My dream… it broke in front of my eyes."
He paused. His eyes looked empty, full of pain.
"Why? Why is it so hard to become a ninja? A shinobi?"
There was silence for a moment. Sadness clearly showed in his face. He still remembered the Nine-Tails attack. He lost his parents that day… and since then, he had no one. He just wanted strength… to make new bonds… to stop feeling weak.
Arata looked at him quietly. Then he spoke, calmly.
"It's not impossible for you to become a shinobi."
The boy looked up, surprised.
"How about this?" Arata smiled a little. "You become my subordinate. I'll teach you ninjutsu myself. What do you say?"
The boy froze. His mouth opened a little, but no words came out.
Arata looked at him carefully. He was probably two or three years younger than him. But those golden eyes… snake-like. They reminded him of someone.
'Orochimaru?' Arata thought, narrowing his eyes. 'No… can't be… but the similarity is strong.'
Just then, a voice echoed in his head.
"Orochimaru's father."
It was Kurama. His voice was lazy but serious.
System loading...
Yes, host. It's highly possible.
In the original Naruto timeline, Orochimaru came from a civilian family. No ninja background. But maybe… this timeline is different.
Maybe his family has some hidden connection to the Snake Sage. Or even the Ryūchi Cave. If we visit there, we might find answers.
Arata nodded slightly.
'Looks like my life just got more interesting… again.'
He looked back at the boy and said with a grin, "So? What's your answer? Wanna train with me, or do I leave you here crying like a baby?"
The boy blinked and wiped his face quickly. "Y-Yes! I want to train! I'll follow you, Arata-sama!"
"Oi oi," Arata scratched his head, laughing. "Don't add '-sama'. I'm not that old or important… yet."
"Yes," Arata thought to himself, finally feeling sure.
"Why? It's simple. The guy I'm talking to right now… maybe he's the father of Orochimaru. If I'm right, then there's a big chance he's smart too—just like his son. Maybe he's good at science, or has some hidden talent. If that's true, I can teach him some advanced stuff and use his help to create tech."
Arata grinned slightly.
"Just like in Boruto… when I met Shibai Ōtsutsuki and saw those chakra tools and modern ninja gear, I got a lot of knowledge from him. With that, I can create chakra gadgets here too. And maybe this guy can help."
He leaned back, remembering something.
"Look… I know Orochimaru did horrible things—like killing Nawaki and experimenting on people. That stuff is unforgivable. But still, even I gotta admit… he was a genius. Crazy, yes. But genius."
Arata raised an eyebrow, thinking deeply.
"Orochimaru figured out how to make a seal that could mark someone's soul, then move his soul into another body. It wasn't perfect—his chakra didn't match the new body, so he could only stay inside for like two or three years. But later, in Boruto, he got smarter. He cloned his own body and moved his soul into that. No rejection, no side effects. It wasn't full immortality, but it was close—pseudo-immortality."
He smirked.
"That kind of tech? Even the Hidden Sky Village couldn't make that. So yeah, it's risky. But it's a good kind of risky. If it works, we can change lives in the ninja world—especially in Konoha."