Heaven Did Not Give Birth to Me, Cat Toneri!

Chapter 49: Heaven Did Not Give Birth to Me, Cat Toneri! [Please Recommend Votes]

Tsunade had dragged him around and put him through the wringer until midnight, throwing punches and kicks at him every now and then.

Thinking about it, Orochimaru seemed a little gentler after all.

Aside from always playing with those creepy, slippery snakes, speaking in an eerie tone, and constantly licking his lips, there was also...

Forget it. Tsunade was actually someone who played with slippery, sticky things too.

The next morning, even with the help of the Two-Tails, Toneri still could not recover all at once. The main reason was that he had gotten too little rest.

So Toneri decided to take the whole morning off today and have his Shadow Clone accompany Minato to train in the woods. He would use class time to get some proper rest. Tsunade's fists had left him sore all over the previous night.

How could anyone count it as attending class if they did not sleep through at least one lesson?

In any case, they had originally agreed to meet in the afternoon. Everyone had their own matters to attend to. It was just that Toneri and Minato were more diligent, so they had gone there early.

Kushina, meanwhile, would finish her morning classes, go to the woods to eat with them, and skip her afternoon classes while she was at it.

Despite looking fearless, Kushina was actually a person who followed the rules. Skipping half a day of class was already the limit she could accept.

She had treated Toneri and Minato as true friends. Otherwise, she probably would not have skipped class in the afternoon either.

He dragged himself toward the Ninja Academy.

Strangely enough, this was the first time Toneri had personally gone to the Academy for class since enrolling. Usually, his Shadow Clone handled it for him.

After Orochimaru took him as a disciple, the number of Anbu Ninjas secretly monitoring him decreased somewhat.

Now, they were mostly conducting the necessary security surveillance, just like with Kushina, rather than preventing him from going berserk or keeping an eye out for minor violations and other inappropriate behavior.

With Orochimaru interacting with him every day, Hiruzen Sarutobi's trust in Toneri rose rapidly.

However, Orochimaru himself was a rather low-key person, so most people in Konoha did not know that he had taken a disciple.

Toneri was very satisfied with this. He did not want everyone to know that he was Orochimaru's disciple wherever he went. The fewer people who knew, the better.

He was feeling a little expectant about going to school today.

According to the plots in the novels he had read, someone should dislike his "arrogant" conduct and jump out, only to get beaten black and blue by him. That person would then turn out to be a disciple of some clan, and when the elders of that clan appeared, Toneri would announce Orochimaru's name, terrifying the other party into wetting his pants, kneeling, and begging for mercy...

Although that kind of plot was cliché, honestly... he was slightly looking forward to it.

He leisurely wandered around Konoha's streets for several laps.

At the same time, he sent a Shadow Clone to meet Minato by the river. He had learned a new technique for training chakra control from Tsunade the previous day, and today was the perfect time to try it out.

"Huh? Kushina, why did you see me and not even say hello?" Toneri happened to spot the conspicuous Kushina, with her vivid red hair, as he arrived at the school gate.

Seeing Toneri trot over to her, Kushina rolled her eyes at him. Was he really asking a question he already knew the answer to?

Did he have no idea what he had done last night?

Toneri scratched the back of his head, not understanding the meaning behind her look. He shook his head and followed beside her.

A woman's heart was as deep as the sea...

"The Blood Red Pepper is here! Everyone, run!!"

"The red-haired demon is here! Retreat, quick!!"

"..."

As soon as Kushina entered the school gate, she heard all kinds of cries of alarm. Without exception, they were all afraid of her.

Hearing those voices, Kushina instinctively frowned. Her clenched fist tightened before she slowly relaxed it.

She quickened her pace toward the classroom.

Her classmates had mocked her before too, but at least they did not do so openly. Besides, they had been classmates for so many years that most of them had more or less accepted her presence.

Thus, even during breaks, Kushina simply sat in her seat and never left the classroom unless necessary.

She had heard voices like these for years. She had gone from indignation at the beginning, to openly fighting back, to silently enduring it now. She had grown used to others calling her that.

But the fact that she could endure it did not mean others could.

Toneri's expression turned somewhat solemn.

He knew that many people at school disliked Kushina, especially because of her red hair. That was why she had come to hate her own hair as well.

This was the first time he had entered the school gate with Kushina, and only now did he realize that she had to face this kind of situation every day.

Kushina's heart must have been incredibly conflicted right now.

There was anger, resentment, and perhaps most of all, hatred for her own hair.

He reined in his carefree, somewhat lazy smile, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Toneri did not know why, but he felt angry—angry at the people who constantly mocked Kushina, and angry at Kushina too.

Since you had chosen to solve other people's ridicule with violence, why had you restrained that violence now?

Yes, even if you beat them up badly, they would continue mocking you again after some time.

Then keep beating them up! Beat them until they were afraid, until they submitted!

If they still were not afraid, then beat them until they could not speak, until they dared not speak!

At times like this, the more you retreated, the more they would push their luck.

Actually, Kushina could not be blamed entirely either. The other children all had parents. They would complain to the teacher, and the teacher would then report it to Hiruzen Sarutobi, the principal.

Hiruzen Sarutobi would certainly restrain Kushina.

In the end, those children assumed that their parents had stepped in and intimidated her. That was why they had become increasingly brazen.

They mistook Kushina's patience for retreat and fear.

For some reason, Toneri suddenly thought of Naruto, who would later be condemned by everyone.

Then he thought of himself, who was also a Jinchūriki.

Was this the fate of Jinchūriki? Even when no one knew that she was a Jinchūriki, they were still instinctively repelled by her existence.

Toneri did not believe it!

Why should Jinchūriki have to bear immense pressure from within their bodies while also enduring all kinds of accusations and mockery from the outside world?

Just as Kushina had felt a sense of closeness when she learned that he was a Jinchūriki, he did not say it aloud, but he also felt a certain sense of closeness whenever he looked at Kushina.

Being beaten was being beaten. It did not hinder their friendship. Whether Minato or Kushina, they had both become Toneri's true friends.

He had to admit that Hiruzen Sarutobi's move had made Toneri swallow it with complete satisfaction, even forcing him to shout, "Delicious!" and give it a thumbs-up.

Clenching his fist, he walked toward the few people shouting the loudest.

Noticing what Toneri was doing, Kushina reached out to grab him, but unfortunately, he had been prepared and dodged her.

"Toneri, don't! They're..." She had just started to speak when she saw Toneri appear in front of the other party with lightning speed, before the sound of a bell could even ring.

He raised his head to look at the guy who was clearly a head taller than him. On the front of the man's clothes was a prominent Gunbai.

The man wore a disdainful smile and looked at Toneri contemptuously. "Brat, trying to play the hero?"

"Don't misunderstand. I have no other intention. I just want to... beat the shit out of you!"

Toneri shook his hand.

BOOM—

Without hesitation, he poured all his strength into a vicious punch that smashed into the other man's face.

The man was sent flying.

Without the slightest warning.

He could finally show off his skills a little. This was the first step toward becoming Konoha's Little White Fang.

Heaven did not give birth to me, Cat Toneri; throughout the ages, my path of domination would remain as sharp as a blade!

I added an extra chapter! I keep getting told that the chapters are too short, so even though this is still the new-book period, I had to add a little extra. Every now and then, I have to prove myself, after all. As for my true strength, I will only be able to show that after the book goes premium. Just wait and see—don't leave after school!

Heaven did not give birth to me, Jin Mu; for all eternity, my extra chapters would stretch as long as the night!