Filthy Gamer in Narutoverse: 250

Title: The Fanbase

Kai understands Hiruzen is a human and can conclude his thoughts with some questionable decisions. Kai enjoys the sensation of mistakes as long as the consequences aren’t dire, if not fatal—one of the many reasons he escaped his ‘logical’ side. So, he would understand Hiruzen’s decision had he been in the old Kage’s shoes.

‘But damn it! It’s more annoying than Uchiha’s attention when Mikoto and I went out.’ Kai observes his team alongside Team 9 as Tsume drawls, yawning while patting Kuromaru’s head. “They’re here again,” she sniffs, grunting adorably. “Did you snoop around some of their mistresses’ panties, Alpha?” She wouldn’t put it past her Leader since Kai was a ‘curious’ child. He pinches the bridge of his nose, groaning alongside his tired team for a different reason.

“I would snoop around their panties if I had the time and motivation. You guys ruined my tastes, you know. I’m now way more into Clan ‘Princesses’ or Kunoichi Prodigies,” Kai scoffs as Tsume lights up at the unexpected praise, not even considering for a second that Kai can possibly NOT mean her—she fits both categories, right? Kuromaru barks and licks Tsume’s fingers, encouraging her to keep patting his head as Kai continues. “All the Hyuga have right now are stressed women due to their internal strife. Don’t wanna dip my junk into another Clan’s trouble because Hiashi and Hizashi won’t take a second to pull me into some conflict to resolve.”

Kai is getting adept at understanding the political consequences of the most superficial actions as Tsume sniffs again, “Are you sure, Alpha? One of them is mighty wet!” Kai shakes his head, lips thinned with regret. “Wet isn’t enough. Who around me isn’t?”

Tsume rolls her eyes, sometimes unable to cope with sheer narcissism in his sentences.

Again, the political consequences are one thing. Truthfully, Kai isn’t entirely hooked by his recently growing fanbase—the multitude of Shinobi from the ‘former’ Branch Family of the Hyuga Clan.

“But why are they bothering you all of a sudden?” Tsume mutters, “Should I send Kuromaru after them? He’s gotten comfortable with releasing the seal.”

“Haaah,” Kai exhales. “Nah, no worries. Looking doesn’t hurt, right?”

“What if they use their Byakugans?” Tsume frowns.

“It’s public space. How would you know if a Hyuga is spying on you from a distance if it was any other day?” Kai questions. It was almost impossible to stop others from using their gifts daily, and the prideful Hyuga liked maintaining their reputation, so the only perverts they housed were extremely talented professionals—who wouldn’t get caught. Kai himself is one such talent with his Byakugan. Tsume frowns, understanding the concept. How is it any different from her sniffing others’ ‘status?’

‘Hiruzen just had to release the information—I created the seal,’ Kai muses. How did Kai know? A group of Hyuga Children from the academy crowded Senju Compound’s entrance yesterday to thank Kai for his contributions. Needless to say, Kai knocked their heads and sent them sobbing with ‘joy.’ He can understand why Hiruzen did it. Kai’s achievements are low if he wishes to accept the seat. There are bound to be some Shinobi who will try to question Kai’s credentials aside from Hiruzen’s words since Kai’s most stellar missions, including the assassination of the Second Kazekage, are often off the record. And there’s also the case of his dream—harem.

Either others will doubt Kai’s capability to remain fair, which he absolutely doesn’t intend to be, or they will inadvertently question every decision of his since they may wonder if the women around Kai influence his decisions in their favor. So, Kai can’t fault Hiruzen for looking out for him in his way, but Kai CAN hold the grudge by controlling his wife to reveal every petty, dirty secret she has about Hiruzen!

‘But why couldn’t Hiashi and Hizashi have a sister?’ He shakes his head. ‘A great opportunity squandered by the twin’s father.’

He shakes his head again and notes an oddity.

“What’s with Guy?” Kai curiously questions as Tsume shakes her head. “I don’t know, Alpha. He grew silent a few days after you left for your escorting mission. He wouldn’t tell anyone what’s going on, including his father.”

“Isn’t that your job to find out?”

Tsume looks at him strangely before pouting, “Do you think I’m an elite with loads of time and finesse to achieve everything? I’m still struggling with my new Transformation Jutsu with Kuromaru!”

*Woof*

Kuromaru barks in agreement as Kai sighs, “I guess. But it’s your team, and I like Guy’s training ethics. So, I technically need your permission to snoop around him to find out what’s going on with Guy.”

Minato will return tomorrow before he can leave for Uzushiogakure. His future appointment with Ryuchi Cave’s owner is still not set, so his research into souls to complete his Jutsu is on pause.

He has time for others and would like to help someone as dedicated as Guy.

“My permission?” cogs inside Tsume’s brain click as the ‘Beta’ toothily grins, revealing her canines. “I will give it to you once we do it!”

Kai eyes the young woman. Unlike a usual 14-year-old, the Inuzuka ‘beastling’ is toned and grown as any other 16-year-old civilian. While not a drop-dead beauty, the Wild Ride is attractive in many categories. Smirking, Kai pats her pointed brown hair, ruffling it until she squirms and pouts, “Stop that!”

“Why? Ain’t you just as pat-loving as Kuromaru?” He snickers, admitting bluntly. “I’ll do you when you grow enough for my tastes.”

“You keep saying that,” Tsume groans. “Mom said she dominated half her suitors by the time she hit fifteen!”

“Is that right?” Kai scoffs. “Do you think she’d ever land me with that attitude? If you really want it, I can create an earth clone or something, but even that poor clone will feel uncomfortable, and it won’t be the best experience.”

“You’re technically two years younger than me,” Tsume bites her bottom lip. “It’s unfair when you get to do it and not me.”

“Hey, it’s fair,” Kai smirks. “You can still do it. Just not with me.”

“And why would I snoop for someone weaker?” She scoffs, crossing her arms. “No point in following you if I don’t want things done right!”

Another pat lands on her head as she vibrates in frustration but doesn’t ask Kai to stop it.

“What if I die?” Tsume softly questions while watching her team train. “Mum and other Jonins are preparing again. It’s like before. And Konoha will draft me in another team for war, too. It’ll suck if I die even without doing it once.”

*Smack*

A firm chop strikes her head firmly as Tsume yelps.

“You’re a hundred years too early to manipulate me emotionally, bitch!” Kai snarks. “As if Death’s gonna stop me from having a harem! I’ll just find a way to revive you.”

“Liar!” Tsume pouts.

“Whatever. So? Aside from that massive derail about you begging for me—”

“I didn’t beg.”

“You kinda did,” Kai grins. “Will you let me handle Guy?”

Tsume nods, “Sure. He’s fun to train with. I don’t want anything to stop that.”

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Guy separates from his team after their dismissal. The evening sun reflects on his glossy black hair as the bodysuit-clad genin jogs through Konoha’s street, ignoring the calls of his favorite Dango store. His steps don’t falter at the presence of his favorite training spot. His speed does not slack when he crosses his favorite punching bolder in the woods. The young boy skips his usual training and diet to settle behind a few bushes as he evens his breathing. His expressive eyes stare ahead, waiting.

It’s not long before a spiky, ash-haired boy with a masked lower face steps into the clearing, a chokuto sheathed on his back. The boy retrieves a palm-sized storage scroll from the back of his waist pouch, unsealing it to reveal wooden target boards.

The boy straps the boards around him in tricky spots—from the underside of branches to the canopy of trees. But before using the target boards for their intended purposes, the boy—Kakashi—exhales loudly. He pulls back his sleeves, unstrapping the wrist weights as they fall on the ground with resounding, shuddering thuds!

*Rustle*

The trees in Kakashi’s immediate surroundings shudder, shaking the dim orange and dull green leaves around him. He rolls his trousers up his calves, unstrapping the fuinjutsu-enhanced ankle weights as they fall on the ground with resounding thuds. The weights even sink a little into the soft soil.

Might Guy watch Kakashi perform a series of stretching exercises before the youth practices his kenjutsu. Kakashi’s strikes are swift and sharp, but the young genius lacks many qualities. He lacks his father’s unimaginably keen instincts for one.

“Damn it,” Kakashi stops after a while, sheathing his sword as he clenches his fist frustratingly. He takes another deep breath, biting down his anxiety before sitting on the ground and practicing the simplest chakra exercise taught in the academy—the leaf-sticking exercise. Then Kakashi performs Taijutsu, his skills speaking for themselves as he turns into a blur of afterimages, boasting speed far beyond a regular chunin despite his young age! Finishing that, Kakashi spends a few seconds catching some fish from the nearby stream, callously letting them flop around until they couldn’t before using the [Mystical Palm Technique] on them. He tosses a few fish back into the stream, keeping the remaining for his dinner.

Kakashi continues to train, not realizing three individuals around him!

“Don’t you have a little too much time in your hand?” Kai whispers to Might Duy. The veteran war survivor blinks in surprise, his pitch-black eyes darting between his son and Kakashi before he exhales softly.

“You’re not doing him any service,” Kai adds. “Guy should know the reason.”

“You noticed?” Duy sounds impressed.

“It’s hard not to,” Kai shakes his head. “Tsume said Guy’s feeling down for a few days. It’s healthy to assume Guy spent those days envying Kakashi instead of training—days!” He shakes his head. “It’s a waste of talent for someone like Guy to not train.” Kai asserts with thinned lips as Duy brightens up like a Christmas tree at the ‘obvious’ praise.

“I can’t say anything about it to Guy,” Duy responds after a while, slight fear and nervousness seeping into his voice. “He will hate me for it.”

Kai frowns, weighing his options. He sincerely wanted to help Guy. It’s not hard to assume Guy’s current state of mind. But it galled Kai at the thought of someone like Guy not utilizing his free time the way it needs to be!

Just look at Kakashi! The boy trains for days, spending the first half of his morning training tactics with his summons, the second half in the Hospital for Iryo-Nin, and the rest of his afternoon eating food and basic exercise under the constraints of the weights! Not to mention the elemental jutsu practices—something Kai disapproved of as a matter of philosophy more than anything else. But training is training!

And Kai always respects the grind!

“Oh. Kakashi’s done,” Kai notes after Kakashi pulls the shuriken from the wooden boards and seals them into his sealing scroll again.

“What are you going to do?” Duy questions since he is keen enough to sense the youngest Jonin isn’t the kind to ‘lay back and observe.’

“I don’t have a concrete plan,” Kai admits. “But it’s easy to resolve since we know what’s the problem, right? But anything I say about ‘that’ will get me in trouble with Lord Third, so all I can do is some damage control.”

Duy bites his bottom lip as Kai disappears, reappearing near the sullen Guy.

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Guy sighs in frustration as he jumps at the break of a familiar voice.

“Anyone will feel down after wasting hours. That’s a recipe for depression, I hear—uselessness.”

“What?” He yelps, turning around to see Kai leaning against a tree, gasping, “Kai-Sensei? W-when did you get here?”

“When wasn’t I here?” Kai shrugs in rhetoric, staring pointedly at the shadow of the former bright follower of the grind. “Did you enjoy eyeballing Kakashi for hours? Did it tire your muscles enough to induce growth tomorrow? I hope it did because I felt my time wasted!”

Guy reels back at the biting words before he shamefully lowers his head.

“I-”

“Why do you wonder I will care enough for excuses? Ain’t my time already wasted enough?”

Guy clenches his fist.

“Kai-Sensei,” Guy chokes on his sobs, surprising Kai as he activates his [Chakra Empath] to cover his bases, feeling the boy’s envy, helplessness, and sheer resignation. “I’m sorry.” Guy wipes the back of his arm over his eyes. “I’m a waste. I wasted everyone’s time! Just look at Kakashi. He’s a talent like you. And you both train without feeling down even once! Just… just what hope do I have to ever become as strong as you guys, even if I train just as hard! I won’t ever reach your level even if I train ten times as hard!—”

*Bang*

A solid punch to the face knocks the boy off his feet, tossing him against the nearby tree. Guy’s vision momentarily swims before he finds his father thundering loudly.

“You fool!” Duy snarls, grabbing his son by the scarf before helping him up and firmly patting his shoulder. “You should never apologize for your hard work! It’s an insult to your determination!”

Guy stills in shock as tears start streaming down his face.

Duy turns to look over at Kai, “Kai, will you—”

He finds nobody around them.

Kai left, or so he let the father-son duo believe.

Duy sighs in appreciation as he begins talking with his son before guiding him deeper into the training ground, where he reveals the Might family’s true legacy—[The Eight Gates Formation]!

Kai wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Only after showing Guy what he can achieve with relentless training does Duy dip his head.

“And I should be the one to apologize, Son. It’s not your hard work that fails you, but my actions.” Duy raises his hand to stop Guy from interrupting as he explains softly. “The jutsu of our clan wasn’t always so stable. The creator died after prolonged use of the first two gates. His son continued practicing the theory, achieving the activation of the third gate, and so on. We realized early on that Jutsu affects our body in a way to condition the future generation to use it longer. It’s the reason why you cannot properly mold your chakra, Son.”

Guy falls silent in shock.

“The reason no one can treat your ‘illness’ is it’s not a disease. It’s a physical condition. I knew the risks and practiced the technique during the war. I knew it would affect my future children. Guy, your Tenketsu, especially the Eight Gates, are fine-tuned to accept the burst of strength from the Jutsu alone. It’s due to their special nature that you have a nightmarishly long time molding your chakra. I’m truly sorry—”

“Cool!” Guy gushes! “Can you teach that Jutsu to me?!”

Duy stops in his tracks before tears start streaming down his face as he pulls his son into a hug.

Kai watches everything silently. He knew beforehand that Guy’s talent was similar to Kekkei Genkai. His tenketsu are weird. As he watched Guy promise to his father he would perfect the technique, Kai also noted a hint of melancholy within the boy.

‘Guy can act alright,’ Kai sighs. The news about the Jutsu rocked Guy’s foundation, but the boy will never be the reason for his father’s sadness and tears.

‘At least I learned something new.’

[Eight Inner Gates Formation (1/8): The ability to unlock the limited flow of chakra through the Eight Gates to reinforce the physical body.

Special Note: Activating the final gate is fatal to the user.

Next Level: 60 SP or Unlocking the Second Gate of Healing.]

The skill is unusual, to say the least. It doesn’t boast the usual chakra cost cut in half and also has similar restrictions like the summoning of the reaper.

‘Only the eighth gate causes death, right? I’m going to grind till Level 7 and use the remaining SP.’ He shrugs with ease. Of course, he wouldn’t use it will-nilly. He has to devise a way to make sure the Jutsu does not alter his body permanently.

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Alternate Title: Hiruzen: I’m Only a Human~! Don’t Put The Blame On Me!; Kai’s Into Princesses?; Kai: Why Didn’t the Hyuga Twins Have a Sister!; Political Policies; Unwilling To Bang Young or Politically Screwed Ones; Tsume’s Mom Is For The Streets; Tsume Uses Emotional Talk-no-Jutsu—It Failed; Tsume: Just Pat Me More, Alpha! We Can Have Rough Rut Later!; The Promised Wild Ride; Guy’s Dilemma; Kakashi’s Unknown To His Stalkers!; Guy’s Depression; Kai’s Wasted Time? Impossible!; Kai: Hmm, That’s Wholesome. Don’t Mind Me Snooping; The Selective Prodigy; A Generational Jutsu; A Suicidal Jutsu Exists… SP Goes BRRRRRRR!