Ayanokouji: Defective Shinobi

Chapter 1: Was It Really That Much of A Surprise?

1 week later...

The same white creature is in my dreams. It seems to be more lively and vibrant these days, not leaving until my dream eats it up, or I wake up from an outside stimulus. Does it have any correlation to my reality of being stuck in the whiteroom? Or is it a jutsu of some sort implanted in my head from my father. Whatever it is, this monster doesn't seem to bother me all that much. 

And as I said that, I opened my eyes, to my little white room. I looked around and realized it happened again. I accidently destroyed another wall. How troublesome. This time, was it by my bare fists, or by a weapon?

Oh, it was bare fists this time. The ruckus always seems to wake some people, and this time, it succeeded. A knock on the door and a creak that followed, confirmed it. 

Me: Who's there?

???: U-Um, it's me, Kiyo-san. 

A small girl, a year younger than myself, walked inside as she looked a bit terrified from my sudden strike. 

Me: Ichika-chan, it's fine. I didn't collapse the room this time. So you have nothing to worry about. 

Ichika Amasawa. She's a child who I've known since birth. She's like a smaller and younger sister that I take care of on a regular basis. I personally train her to be quite adequate, so that she doesn't get executed like the hundreds before, during, and after us. Despite at a young age, she can use her chakra pretty decently. her taijutsu is also on point. An excellent shinobi, for her age. 

Ichika-chan: But still! You should be careful! I don't want my sensei to have a bruised hand when we train!

Me: I can't today. I have genin exams today. I'll be coming by a lot later. 

Ichika-chan: *sad face* You're so lucky! Meeting new people and walking around in the surface must be nice.

I patted her head. 

Me: It's not all it cut out to be. By my estimates, 99 percent of humanity is trash. The wonders of life, however, is to find that 1 percent you find tolerable and make it work. 

Ichika-chan: It can't be that bad, Kiyo-san!

Me: Well, soon, Father will allow you to undergo missions on the surface. You'll get there soon enough. 

Ichika-chan: Ok! 

Me: Well, I need to get to school soon. I'll be getting my stuff in order and leaving. 

Ichika looked up and smiled. 

Ichika: Sure.

Me: Well, take care and make sure you do well on the little tests they give. You're more than capable at beating them. 

Ichika: I got this!

Me: Alright then, could you leave? I need to change. 

Ichika: Ok!

She tiptoed away as she closed my door. I rubbed my eyes as I continued to remember that same dream. 

And remembering how vivid it truly was. 

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I put on my white cloak as I brought my scroll of weapons and put it in my right pocket. I wrapped my hands in bandages as I put on my shoes and undergarments.

I made sure my bed was neat and well-kept. The last thing I'm to be remembered here, is a slob. My Father stood outside and looked at me. 

Father: Good luck son, I expect absolute perfection, now that it has become a mission. However, remember the one rule.