When I open my eyes, I notice that I am back at Kushina's house.
This seems to be becoming a habit; if I am tired or injured, they take me to her.
"At least I didn't throw up this time, right?" I say jokingly in a monotone voice.
The good thing is that Kushina understood my joke, so at least I feel like the atmosphere has relaxed.
But there was one more person there, a woman with low twin ponytails and light blonde hair, brown eyes, and large breasts that attracted the attention of anyone who saw her, even out of the corner of their eye.
Tsunade... what the hell is she doing here? Didn't she leave the village? Or did I get it wrong and she left during the Third War?
Honestly, I don't remember, but I'm not complaining, you know?
"Is this the brat you said managed to barely kill a jounin from the clouds?" Tsunade used her usual strong tone as she pointed her finger at me.
That guy was a jounin? Wow, either I'm really strong, or I used up all the luck I had left in my life to get out of that alive.
"Yes, it's the same one," Kushina said with a smile. "He's Hatake Sakumo's student. Looks like he trained him well, huh?"
I remember my wounds, so I proceed to look at the bandage on my torso.
I still feel a slight burning sensation, but at least it's not as strong as a recent cut.
"Don't touch the bandage, you don't want to open the wounds," Tsunade turns to look at me as she says those words, but at the same time, her eyes don't look at me, as if she wants to avoid seeing my wounds.
So was she the one who healed me? I don't think so. She has hemophobia, so she must have asked Kushina to do it while she gave instructions, just as she did with Shizune. That explains why she avoids looking at me directly.
I look at my hand that wasn't bandaged and notice a small pattern of red rays on it... it's the Lichtenberg figure. I don't know if it's good or bad to have the scar.
Personally, I like them. They tell stories about your life and are marks that testify that you've come out of certain things alive.
"Don't see scars as a trophy. That attitude will only kill you, brat." She was already sitting with her legs crossed, resting her chin on her hand.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Since I'm bandaged and recovering, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I did when I was a baby. What should I do? Cry?
Now I'm just staring at the ceiling, silent, thinking about the immortality of crabs.
But Kushina lifts me up a little and settles me on her lap to feed me some soup.
Oh, quality service, I don't have to waste energy eating myself, what a joy.
Yum.
So I spend a few days resting, while also being observed by Tsunade, who keeps looking at me strangely, as if she has some bad memory whenever she sees me.
After a few days of recovery, I manage to get up and remove the bandage, revealing a Lichtenberg-shaped scar that starts at my right collarbone and extends across my right arm and part of my chest and side. As for the stab wound, it seems to be forming a normal scar.
That lightning bolt was really strong... how the hell did I survive?...
I still think about it, but in the end I reach a dead end and come to the conclusion: I don't know, magic.
I move my arm and it seems to have excellent mobility, as if there were no consequences from being stabbed.
The medicine in this world is very advanced, because even with cuts, stab wounds, and other injuries, one can return to training or the battlefield in less time than in my homeland, where rehabilitation treatment is necessary.
It really seems like magic, with a strange energy, you can heal someone... haha.
Tsunade is following me for some reason, as if she has something to say to me or to check something... I have no context.
Well, I'll pretend she's not there, so I'll go back to what I was doing.
I get into a Muay Thai stance and start hitting a practice dummy, using my elbows, knees, fists, and strong kicks. After a few minutes of hitting, I concentrate chakra on those points to accelerate regeneration, as I have recently applied this tactic in my training after finding a scroll in my house.
Since I had nothing else to do, I read it and started practicing it until I achieved this rapid regeneration effect.
"Hey, brat," Tsunade roared.
I turn to look at her. She has a dazed look on her face and a frown. Is she angry or something?
"Where did you learn that?"
"What?" I say, tilting my head slightly.
She just pressed the bridge of her nose with her fingers and then looked at me again with a frown.
"How did you learn to use chakra for regeneration?"
Oh, that.
"I read it in a scroll, started practicing it, and voilà, it worked."
But she didn't seem convinced, so she began to explain.
"To do that kind of jutsu, you need medical knowledge and great chakra control so that it doesn't get out of control and you can use that technique."
She paused.
-How can you, a brat, know all that?...
True.
But I had medical knowledge from my past life, because I used to read my uncle's books when I had nothing to do or when I didn't have internet access, so it wasn't difficult in that area.
As for chakra control, for some reason I could feel it even before I got the Sharingan, but once I got it, it wasn't just feeling it anymore, I could see it and confirm that it was the chakra I was manipulating.
But I can't say anything about my past life, because no one would believe me or they would think I was crazy, so I'll use a legendary phrase.
"Hey, inter—I mean, I read it."
She raises an eyebrow in doubt, but then lets out a long sigh.
"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you," she sighed after saying those words as her frown relaxed.
How advantageous it is to be in a ninja world, and even more so in a village full of geniuses, it gives you the perfect excuse not to have to give so many explanations.
While it's true that Konoha is full of geniuses, it's not like you can suddenly perform techniques or jutsu out of nowhere, but I have as many test subjects as I want to do just those tests.
So yes, I experimented on some captured bandits and rebel ninjas, causing some of them to develop cancer due to the rapid acceleration of their cells...
It's a good thing I didn't have the stupid idea of experimenting on myself, you know?
Other jutsu I tried are also some fire and lightning techniques, accidentally creating the defibrillator jutsu, which I'll keep in case of an emergency.
I based it on how the lightning chakra moved and was handled from the techniques I stole from those Kumo ninjas, so now I have free rein to experiment.
But there was a difference: the chakra had a warm sensation that stimulated my body when I moved it, unlike lightning, fire, or wind, which have a different sensation.
What I mean is that, for example, fire feels like a certain burning sensation, as if the fire were running through my body; in the case of water, it feels like my body is getting wet; wind feels like a gust of wind; but in the case of what I used, it was more like ordering my body to stimulate itself.
But as such, I can control the rhythm, density, and direction of all those sensations, as well as the principle of walking on water or climbing trees.
The only downside is that I need to use hand seals to make the chakra flow the way I want it to and give it the desired nature, as if each seal were a programmed command for the chakra and certain seals are the ones that give it its attribute, such as the tiger seal.
...
What was I supposed to be doing? I forgot.
Anyway, since I forgot what I was originally doing, I'd better go to my workshop to make some tools.
I hear Tsunade yelling something at me, but I ignore her, because creating and modifying my tools comes first.
Late at night, at Kushina's house. General POV
Kushina and Tsunade were sitting across from each other. Tsunade had been quietly observing Kenji's activities at Kushina's request.
She tried to talk to him or ask him questions about what he was doing, but he completely ignored her.
"What are you supposed to do with that brat? No matter what I do or say, he acts like nothing else exists but him and what he's doing."
Kushina nods at Tsunade's statement as she sips her tea.
"I know, but you've seen what he's done in that state, haven't you?" She put down her teacup and made a somewhat bitter face.
Tsunade lowered her head as if to remember something, and as soon as she finished thinking, she raised her head again and said.
"Now I see why he knows so much. It seems he even sacrifices his time to eat and go out to play in order to continue whatever he's doing."
Kushina nodded once more.
"In fact, Sister Tsunade, there was a time at the academy when one of his classmates decided to snatch what he was reading and then tear it up in front of him while mocking him for being adopted."
Tsunade turned to Kushina, stunned and frowning.
"What kind of brat does that?"
But Kushina remains calm.
"It seems that one who thought that because he was the son of a wealthy merchant, nothing would happen to him, because Kenji proceeded to beat him with his fists, leaving him bleeding until he passed out."
Tsunade's expression said she couldn't believe it, because a boy as calm and quiet as Kenji would knock someone who teased him at the academy unconscious.
"You noticed that he doesn't pay any attention to you when he's doing his own thing, right? It's as if he puts all of himself into it."
As if remembering something, Kushina continued.
"Because of that, he has managed to manufacture several new tools and weapons, including his "tomahawks," which are like throwing axes, explosive kunai that do not require a large amount of chakra to detonate, and even the new scalpel, which has begun to be distributed in the hospital."
Tsunade was stunned by the latter.
"A scalpel? But we already have the chakra scalpel technique, so why bother creating one?"
Kushina just smiled at her reaction.
"According to him, it's to avoid chakra depletion, more specifically for those who don't have large reserves of chakra, as well as for training newcomers," she said, taking a sip of her tea. "It's also for those who want to save their chakra for training later, and above all, it's a more hygienic solution in operating rooms, since when it's used, a small seal is used that releases small rays to cauterize while the cuts are being made, preventing unwanted bleeding."
Tsunade looked as if she couldn't believe it, because a child already had patents for new tools and still had time to train?
She was about to ask if he didn't eat or go out to have fun, but she remembered that Kushina mentioned that he even sacrificed that time.
"I don't think you called me here just to brag about him, right?"
Kushina finished her tea and set the cup on the table with a smile.
"I would like you to train him while his teacher is on a mission."
Tsunade frowned and leaned her elbows on the table, her hands under her chin.
"It seems absurd to me that you want to help a brat who has no connection to you, whom you barely know. Why go to such lengths?"
But Kushina remained calm and began to explain.
"He reminds me of when I was a child, an outsider, an orphan, and lonely," she paused briefly as she recalled her childhood, "and also the violent streak I had when someone bothered me."
Kushina sighed.
"But when I thought I had made a friend, his activities automatically distanced him from me, because even if they visited him or talked to him, he wouldn't stop what he was doing. I'm asking you to train him so that he can learn to interact with others."
Tsunade opened her eyes wide, understanding where she was going with this and what she meant.
"In short, you want me to teach him to be more sociable rather than teach him ninjutsu?"
Kushina looked at her with a smile.
"You could say that, because even if he becomes strong, without connections his life would become complicated, either because he could be targeted more easily or because there would be no one to back him up if something happened to him, so I want you to be one of those connections in addition to him being able to find more companions."
Now she took on a more serious look.
"Also, in one of his conversations with himself, I noticed that he mentioned that someone murdered his mother."
Tsunade just narrowed her eyes.
"Wasn't it because of a troublemaker? I heard that news but didn't believe it, because his mother was a jounin with a 3-tomoe sharingan. It's impossible that a simple troublemaker could have killed her."
Kushina pointed at her with her finger while smiling.
"That's exactly what Kenji thinks too, because in his conversations, the name Danzo came up, and something about Root..." At that point, Kushina lowered her finger and looked confused. "But I don't even know who Danzo is or what Root is. Sister Tsunade, do you know anything?"
Tsunade felt a chill run down her spine.
How could that brat know anything about roots and Danzo? Who told him or how did he find out?
That child gave Tsunade chills and many questions
She although Tsunade suspected Danzo of the deaths of Nawaki and Dan, she could suspect him because she knew him through her teacher, the Third Hokage.
But how did that kid know about Danzo? Could he have already met him? Did the Uchiha clan tell him? But above all, it wasn't wrong to suspect Danzo, because everything fit with his methods.
Tsunade then crossed her arms and, with a complicated expression, said:
"All right, I'll take that brat and teach him a few things..."
Tsunade had many questions she wanted to ask him, as it seemed that even at his age, he already knew too much. She could probably get some useful information out of him through conversation.
To be continue
A/N
Sorry for the delay, I've been dealing with my uncontrolled illnesses, as it seems that my medication isn't working properly. What's more, I have almost the same thing as Kenji, where no matter what's going on around me or what I have to do, I get so caught up in something that I ignore everything else.
Anyway, I'm inserting parts of myself into Kenji to make him a character more in line with what I know, because an emotional protagonist... I wouldn't know how to do that, since I can't feel emotions as such. (difficult to explain)
If some parts don't make sense, please leave your suggestions or criticism in the comments, and I would appreciate it if you could point out any errors in the paragraph comments, as I am very lacking in the social and emotional realm.