Wizarding ninja Heir

Chapter 2 | Some Awakenings

A/n: I do not own any of the videogames/manga/anime/book/song references that are in this fic, just the fic itself and my OC's.

Hope you don't get too used to this frequent updating thing... Cuz I have final exams in like a month, and I do not think I will be able to update every week... Welp anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Zeke spent a total of four years and a half in the orphanage the officers had left him in. The orphanage was not as bad a place as he thought it would be, it was in fact quite good, compared to the last orphanage he was in, where the people were quite abusive and negligent, forgetting to feed the kids they sheltered. Here however, it seemed like the caretakers truly cared for the children. That and there was quite a lot of space, which meant that there were individual rooms in the orphanage, only some people shared rooms ㅡ even then it was only a few people. The orphanage was quite large and there were a small number of children inside.

The orphanage was located in britain, london and was near a forest to the north of London. He was quite happy there, he studied the Monado every chance he got, sneaking out of the orphanage to a small hidden place in the forest the orphanage bordered against. He would also try to study the technique Limitless, but hadn't had much luck with that yet.

He would go out into the woods at night, as stealthy as possible and study the Monado, making sure he was able to use their arts. However even after spending almost a total of 5 years studying it, Zeke was still only able to awaken one art, Recovery, an art which he hadn't expected to gain, since it was one of the antagonist's arts.

Even without the art he had gotten another neat ability from the Monado, more specifically speaking, an ability called Visions, which allowed him to see into the future, it was an ability one would get after coming in contact with the Monado, and an ability Zeke didn't want to spread around. Currently he couldn't control his Visions, they came at him randomly, appearing when he touched a certain key item or action which triggered the ability, but he promised himself that he'd try to find a way to control his visions .

Limitless and his crest seemed to not want to awaken, no matter how much he tried, nothing ever happened when he focused all the energy he had on the space around him or when he focused on the mark on the back of his right hand. He even tried taking off his glasses and trying to figure out how to use Ether to use Limitless ㅡ with no luck unfortunately.

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After having spent a while trying to figure out how the Monado works, Zeke returned to the orphanage. It was late at night, and there wasn't much to do. He knew better than to make any kind of noise at night, the caretakers were quite stingy about his late night experiments, but there wasn't much they could do about it, because Zeke hadn't just gone to the forest to research about the Monado, he also went there so he could train, and not just any training.

Zeke trained to be a shinobi ㅡ a Ninja. He may not have been able to awaken Limitless, or learned how to use his crest or blessing, but he could still use ether, an energy which he managed to use like chakra from the Naruto verse ㅡ consequently allowing him to use some jutsu as well. He was still an amature, sure, but a ninja nonetheless. Some would say it was childish to use such power like that, he didn't care ㅡ he wanted to be a ninja, and a ninja he would be damn it!

Putting his hands together in the classic ram hand sign, Zeke dashd through the forest silently, his footsteps unheard by anyone who might have traveled in the forest. He jumped tree to tree, jumping from branch to branch, keeping his balance as he made his way back to the orphanage. He didn't know why he used the handsignes from naruto, but using them for some reason allowed him to move ether better ㅡ he hoped it wasn't the placebo effect or a case of eighth grade syndrome.