This Man Is a Bit Fierce

The first time I opened my eyes to see the world, it was all red.

I gurgled a few bubbles and my consciousness fell back into slumber.

Countless images flashed through my mind like a carousel.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

Feeling the pain in my body, my mind gradually cleared. My eyes slowly narrowed into a slit.

"What is this? This child was actually created from my flesh and blood cells, Orochimaru you..."

A deep voice came from beside my ear, though I couldn't hear it very clearly.

"Don't get so agitated, this child was just a minor accident."

Perhaps my body was too weak, and I gradually fell back into slumber.

When I woke up again, the red in front of my eyes had completely receded. Only a faint smell of brine and darkness remained.

"Ugh, ah..."

The child made unintelligible sounds, feeling a burning pain in his throat.

My whole body was weak, my head was splitting, and my consciousness was unclear.

I only vaguely felt that I was no longer submerged and that the cushion beneath me was hard.

"Who am I?" The child wanted to sort out his thoughts, and gradually he recalled many fragmented scenes.

There were tall buildings, dragons and birds. There were many familiar and unfamiliar faces, and more confusion and pain.

The last scene froze on a man leaping down and a pool of blood.

With a creak, the door was pulled open, and a somewhat thin figure entered. Tomoko's eyes seemed unaccustomed to the light, and she couldn't see very clearly.

Following behind the man were five or six figures.

"Tomoko, from now on, you will take care of him. Report every three days."

"Yes, Clan Head. May I ask, sir, what is his name?" A somewhat soft female voice came.

"Just call him Tomoko."

With that, the man waved and left, leaving only the woman named Tomoko.

"Shimura Tomoko? What a strange name."

Tomoko, in a daze, lost consciousness again.

Three years later!

Spring of Konoha 38, Shimura Residence.

"Ah~ No~ Young Master Tomoko. Not there, really not there..."

"What are you making such a fuss about? I'm just sleeping in a tree, I'm not doing anything strange!"

Tomoko sat up in the big tree and stretched his small body.

His weight of over forty pounds made the branches tremble slightly, startling the girl below into gasps.

For three years, that Shimura Danzō, as if uncaring, had left Tomoko to the girl in front of him. He had never come to see Tomoko.

For the past three years, nightmares had plagued Tomoko incessantly, sometimes of tall buildings, sometimes of deserts and jungles. Sometimes it was of birds and beasts, flowers and insects, and sometimes of crowds of people like a flowing dragon.

It was as if sealed memories were slowly awakening.

Tomoko stretched, then lowered his head slightly to look at the girl below. The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen.

Her petite body was disproportionate to her ample bosom. Her large eyes and long black hair made her look surprisingly mature.

Her pink lips and small nose were particularly alluring.

A smile crept onto Tomoko's lips, and he coolly flipped his long hair, saying:

"Yo, old hag, need something from me?"

Tomoko deliberately teased the girl who took care of him.

A black "Well" character popped up on the girl's forehead, but it disappeared in an instant.

The girl parted her lips and said gently, "The Clan Head wishes to see you!"

The teasing expression on Tomoko's face gradually disappeared, and his gaze became profound.

"This is the ninja world! And that's Shimura Danzō!"

Tomoko's heart couldn't help but stir.

Based on Tomoko's probing, Konoha at this time was in the stage before the Third Shinobi War.

The man named Sarutobi Hiruzen was still at his peak. Shimura Danzō had just taken advantage of the conflict between the Hokage and the great clans to establish his exclusive organization.

The organization that man prided himself on, Root.

"Perhaps he's busy training his Root members. He hasn't seen his little experiment like me for so long!"

Tomoko rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

"Ah~ Yamete~!"

Tomoko closed her eyes and turned her head, her hands outstretched and body leaning back, as if unsure whether to catch someone or push them away.

Bing San, who had jumped down from the tree, tapped Tomoko's head with a thud and said, "What are you shouting about!"

Tomoko opened her eyes, patted her ample chest, wrinkled her nose, and panted slightly as she said, "Please don't do such dangerous things!"

Bing San had long since realized something was wrong with his body. He had never refined chakra before, nor had he learned any ninja-related knowledge.

Yet, his body had been continuously accumulating chakra without interruption.

"Let's go, let's go meet that person."

Bing San flicked his long hair and elegantly walked forward.

As Tomoko followed Bing San, she tidied her slightly disheveled clothes.

Passing by a small river, Bing San looked at the young man on the water's surface—with silver-white hair, purple eyeshadow, thin lips, small eyes, a high nose bridge, and a melon-shaped face—and couldn't help but get lost in thought for a moment!

If he were to score himself on a scale of one hundred, Bing San would give himself ninety-nine points, deducting one point for his somewhat fierce aura!

As they reached the corridor, a voice filled with gritted teeth and a slightly sinister tone drifted out.

"Monkey, are you going to meddle in my family affairs as well?"

"Danzo, don't be so resistant. We are teammates. After all these years, you've always been alone, and we've been worried about you. Since you already have a child, don't keep it a secret. Marry the woman and bring her home openly. It's good to have a wife and children to live with. Look at me, and then look at Koharu and Homura."

Another voice sounded exceptionally gentle, but it felt strangely off.

The sinister voice said in exasperation:

"Shut up, Monkey. How can you slander someone's reputation for no reason! That's all hearsay. I merely adopted a child. Nothing else happened."

At this moment, a female voice said with a sour tone:

"Good for you, Danzo. Hmph, shameless."

Another slightly gentle voice interrupted in a very calm tone:

"Alright, alright, we've been old teammates for many years. We're just here to see the child, so don't be so passive-aggressive. Danzo, at our age, don't be so secretive anymore."

Bing San shook his head. It seemed people in the ninja world couldn't escape the baptism of passive-aggression either.

Bing San adjusted his clothes and casually smoothed his hair.

He then tugged at his collar, which had been messed up by branches, and pushed the door open.

Instantly, five pairs of eyes focused on him.

Some sharp, some sinister, some indifferent, some hostile, some warm!

In that instant, it felt like entering an invisible battlefield, filled with smoke and hidden dangers.

Bing San paused for a moment, then walked in boldly under the pressure of their gazes.

Bing San smiled faintly, as bright as the spring snow, as warm as the blooming flowers.

After a slight bow, he looked at the five people in the room.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange and tense.