A New Body and Growth Spurt
Finally free from the hospital, I stood outside my crappy apartment, staring at the battered door like it was some kind of ancient relic. Which, in a way, it was. Half the furniture inside was older than me.
I sighed and reached for the knob carefully, very carefully. One wrong move with my new strength and this whole place would collapse like a house of cards. I didn't feel like explaining to the landlord why there was a Naruko-shaped hole in the wall today.
The knob creaked, the door swung open, and…. miracle of miracles ! Nothing snapped in half. Small victories.
As soon as I got in, I shut the door gently behind me and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Time to see what the hell this new body of mine actually looked like.
Clothes off, I stood in front of the old mirror, my reflection staring back.
"Oh… damn."
The changes were impossible to miss. My skin was clearer, brighter, like I'd been living on vitamins and expensive skincare instead of instant ramen. My chest… okay, so A-cups aren't much, but when you've been flatter than the Academy's training field your whole life, they're definitely a progress. Not that I could complain about it since I am still technically a 6 years old.
My ass though… yeah, there was some real development going on back there. Before, it was basically two pancakes taped to my spine. Now? At least medium-sized buns. I had little to no fat deposits in my body before. So I wonder where the hell they came from.
And my hips. Actual curves. On me.
"Hmmm… now I can definitely pass as a lolita. Altho I am stronger now, I should still be aware of the predators around me. Especially that old man…"
I clenched my fist experimentally. My fingers dug into my palm with ridiculous power. I was sure I could crush rocks if I wanted.
But no, stay calm. Don't break the bathroom sink trying to flex.
I closed my eyes, activating Mind's Eye of Kagura, sweeping the area for chakra signatures. Good. No pervy old Hokage spying through his so-called "telescope jutsu." The last thing I needed was him watching me transform into God-knows-what while probably sipping tea and pretending to be dignified.
Alright, time to test this beast thing.
I focused, calling on the new power deep in my blood. It answered instantly. My body began to change, muscles tightening, height shooting up…
CRACK!
"Ah, crap!" My head slammed into the bathroom ceiling halfway through the transformation. I had to crouch before I took out the entire roof.
When the smoke cleared, I caught my reflection again.
Oh…Hell ! Yes !
I was in my hybrid form. I was taller, curvier, with fox ears twitching on my head and nine swishing tails behind me. Claws, fangs, glowing Blue eyes…the whole terrifying package. My body has grown bright yellow furs. And my boobs ?
"Holy crap," I muttered, turning sideways. "These things should come with warning signs."
They had shot from a cup directly to d cups. And because of my increase in size they look much bigger than normal boobs.
Yeah, I looked like I could bench press Gamabunta now… and maybe give him a heart attack while I was at it.
But the power… oh, I could feel it. Every nerve buzzing with energy, chakra roaring under my skin like a caged beast. And somehow, I knew exactly how to use it. Instinct. Like the power came pre-installed with a user manual.
Time to test the real fun part.
With a burst of pink smoke, I changed again…this time shrinking down, features shifting until the mirror showed the wrinkled, bearded face of the Third Hokage himself.
Oh, this was priceless.
"Damn," I said out loud, grinning at my borrowed reflection. "I look like someone's grandpa who secretly reads dirty magazines… oh wait."
But the flood of knowledge hit me like a freight train. Jutsu theory, chakra control exercises, battle tactics…all of it slotted into place in my mind like it had always been there. Even his handwriting. His tea preferences. His pipe-cleaning schedule, for crying out loud.
This was insane.
The first thing I did after I regained my focus was to slide down his pants to check the real effect of my transformation.
"6 inches soft, huh ? Not bad, old man…" I quickly pulled up my pants before something went wrong. With such a wonderful ability I could do a lot of things. But for now I decided to focus on my priorities.
I focused on one memory in particular…the Shadow Clone Jutsu. My hands moved on their own, fingers flashing through seals before I could even think about it.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
POOF!
Two perfect clones popped into existence beside me. No fumbling, no mistakes, no wasted chakra. It was like breathing.
But I also felt the strain almost immediately. Not my strain…. It was his. This old man's body was nowhere near my chakra reserves. It was like trying to run a marathon on a half-empty stomach.
I grinned slowly. Oh, the ideas forming in my head right now…
First things first.
I transformed again. This time keeping the old man's body but slapping a henge over it to look like plain old Naruko. Anyone watching would just see me being me. Clever, right?
The Anbu outside didn't even twitch as I strolled casually to my tiny bookshelf. It was a pathetic thing stuffed with cheap notebooks people gave me as "educational gifts." Normally I used them for doodling curse words or writing fake love letters to annoy villagers.
Now? Oh, we were upgrading.
Scroll after scroll, I started scribbling down every single chakra control method floating in Grandpa Hokage's head. Leaf balancing exercises, tree climbing, water walking, and some of the secret Chakra control exercises with different limitations created by Tobirama himself.
Of course, how could I miss the good stuff ? Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu, check. Shadow Clone Shuriken Jutsu, check. Forbidden Clone Great Explosion Jutsu, hell yes, check. Transformation, Substitution, Body Flicker, all of it, onto the scrolls. The old man had a lot of knowledge on elemental ninjutsu and Chakra transformation. But I don't need them right now. I needed the techniques that would help me in actually becoming a true Ninja. These techniques might be underestimated by the majority of the shinobi population, but because of my special condition and all the knowledge I had from my previous world, I could make perfect use of these abilities.
After finishing the first scroll, I switched to a fresh scroll and dumped everything basic he knew about fuinjutsu, the sealing techniques, and the most important… how to break genjutsu.
After hours of writing, my hand was cramping like crazy, but I didn't stop until every bit of useful intel was out of his head and onto my paper.
After transforming into Hiruzen, I realized a few things. That I couldn't access the knowledge of Hiruzen's mind unless I transformed into him. That's why I was writing down everything that I would need in real life combat situations. I had no intention of revealing this form to the outside world yet. That means I will have to rely on my improved one piece style body and myself to overcome every troublesome situation.
Finally, I rolled up the scrolls, stuffed them under my bed for later, and marched back to the bathroom. I didn't bother writing down anything about Taijutsu since his taijutsu style will simply not suit me. Unlike the other skills, taijutsu was something that I can't replicate in real life.
One last poof of smoke, and the old man was gone. Back to regular, totally innocent, definitely-not-up-to-anything Naruko.
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Next chapter: Let's give this new body a test drive