Senju Akira Mutated

Jueming looked over.

The lights in his living room were on, making it bright.

But the living room across from his... was pitch-black.

There wasn't a single light inside.

"Senju Akira, what the hell are you doing?"

After thinking it over, Jueming decided he should demand compensation.

Though he said that, the sense of danger in his heart only grew stronger...

Like how animals sensed an approaching earthquake.

Some people were born with a "Sixth Sense" that reacted to danger.

And in this world of Ninja, there was another term for it.

It was called "Perception."

Having Perception didn't necessarily make someone a Perception Ninja.

After all, Chakra was a pretty mystical thing.

The next moment.

That pale fist withdrew.

All was silent. Everything fell quiet...

But before long.

Another voice rang out.

"Jueming..."

It was Senju Akira's voice.

"Are you renovating your house in the dark?" Jueming frowned, remaining fully alert for any move from her.

"The lights are too glaring..."

Senju Akira's voice slowed.

She sounded like an old woman.

"Jueming, come to my house. I have something to tell you."

"You can say it from there." Rather than stepping closer, Jueming slowly began backing away on tiptoe.

Because.

An intense sense of danger was coming from that dark, hollow opening.

"Jueming... why are you backing away... won't you come listen to me... I want to go to school, I want to go so badly... I'm so jealous of you... not only did you enroll, you even came first in the assessment... the Great Elder and everyone have been praising you... you know that... I want to be like you too..."

Senju Akira's voice came again.

It had become cold and eerie, yet seemed to carry a trace of anticipation.

Like sitting at the dinner table, knife and fork in hand, waiting for the meal to be served.

Then.

For a brief instant, as the light struck from a certain angle.

Jueming saw... something.

"!"

Jueming's pupils contracted.

An Ordinary person would have screamed by now, perhaps even fainted on the spot.

But his experiences in his past life had forged an exceptional level of mental fortitude.

Seeing that thing only made him calmer.

"My apologies..."

Jueming lowered his voice, his tone abruptly changing.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not Senju Jueming. Sorry for bothering you..."

With that, Jueming lowered his body, ready to make a run for it.

Yet... a face suddenly emerged from the dark hole in the shattered wall.

It was Senju Akira's face.

Her expression had turned crazed and terrifying, her lips stretched into a manic grin.

Her cheeks twisted, her eyes rolled sideways as she stared at him, as though she had been possessed by a demon.

"Senju Akira... is coming!"

"Life Grass!"

Jueming threw two blades of grass with both hands.

The lush green leaves tore through the air with shrill cries and, in the blink of an eye, smacked straight into Senju Akira's face.

The instant the grass blades left his hands, Jueming sprinted outside.

But in the next moment.

Crack!

A huge section of the wooden wall was smashed apart!

"Gasp..."

In the Mental Space, Mito Uzumaki's eyes widened as she involuntarily sucked in a breath.

Because.

The scene before her was simply too horrifying!

Senju Akira's face hung from a grotesquely twisted body.

From that face and the fist, it was possible to tell they were parts of a human body.

Only those two things still allowed her to be called human.

Because the rest of her body...

Had completely transformed into a monster!

It had become a warped fusion of branches and flesh!

It was a sight one might not even encounter in a horror game.

Simply staring at it was enough to make one's SAN plummet.

"There really is something wrong with the Senju Clan!"

Thinking back on the string of strange events, Jueming finally understood at least one thing.

That was...

There was definitely something abnormal about the Senju Clan!

At first, he had thought this was a world of Ninja. Now he realized the genre was completely wrong!

So what should he do now?

Call for help?

No.

What if the entire Senju Clan was full of monsters?

Wouldn't that be walking straight into a death trap?

"Call for help, now!!"

Mito Uzumaki shouted anxiously from within the Mental Space.

She meant that Jueming should cry for help or find someone to assist him.

But Jueming didn't listen to her babbling at all.

After everything that had happened, Jueming no longer trusted anyone.

From beginning to end, the only person he could trust was himself.

And... his own strength!

Facing the charging Senju Akira.

Jueming threw a punch.

The air howled.

That punch carried enough force to snap an adult man's ribs!

The punch did send Senju Akira staggering back.

But in the next instant, she got back up as if nothing had happened, then lunged at him again through the hole in the wall from the darkness of her home.

"Hmm?!"

Jueming's pupils contracted.

He was sent flying.

It was as though he had been hit by a carriage; Jueming felt as if his body were about to be torn apart.

"She's so fast!!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Jueming's mouth as he crashed through countless objects.

That monster was far more than just fast!

Her strength was astonishing as well!

After getting back up, Jueming immediately checked whether he could still move and found that he could.

That made him feel fortunate.

All his hard work at diligently lying flat every day had finally paid off.

His persistent training in Ninja Body Fist had also tempered his Physical fitness to a greater level.

Together, those things had allowed his body to withstand that attack.

Rolling to his feet, Jueming anticipated the attack and dodged Senju Akira's charge.

The deranged monster immediately turned around and pursued him again.

Thinking of how she had been easily cut by the grass blades earlier, while he himself had smashed through so many things without much harm.

It directly confirmed one thing...

Ninja were a special profession with resistance to blunt-force damage.

Take a Kage-level Ninja, for example.

They could crash through more than a dozen towering trees, then get up and walk away without a problem.

But a small kunai might be enough to kill them.

At the very least, that led to one conclusion.

When facing a powerful enemy, one should often try using sharp weapons.

"Grass Release: Grass Birth!"

In the Living room, Jueming darted and weaved, launching attacks whenever he found an opening.

Jueming unleashed the Grass Release Bloodline Limit!!

Hiss! Hiss!

Two flying blades directly stabbed out Senju Akira's eyes.

Yet she seemed incapable of feeling pain and simply continued rushing toward him.

However...

Jueming dodged, and this time Senju Akira crashed straight into the wall.

"It worked!"

Having lost her sight, Senju Akira clearly could no longer track him accurately.

That made things simple...

"Beat her to death!"

Having confirmed his plan.

Jueming immediately sprang into action.