𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐢 | ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ

Second Test: Shinobi Devil

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(A/N: FIC BECOMES MORE SERIOUS AND DARKER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!)

The enemy took off their kasa hat, eerily smiling from behind it, "I see... Neither tired nor ill-prepared, are we? This will be more fun than I thought."

'Isn't that person an examiner?'

Kazumi raised a brow, recognising the person. It was the man-woman with the incredibly long tongue.

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"It wasn't Naruto, again?!" Sakura's jaw slacked open, quickly realising that Naruto truly would've never memorised such a long statement.

Kazumi dropped her hand from Sakura's shoulder, turning her gaze back to the enemy ninja.

However, his dull, dark eyes were already on her, smiling. The smile was neither positive nor negative, and it wasn't pleasant either. It was as if he was looking through a screen. This oddly sent a shiver down her spine, and a wave of confusion washed throughout her skin.

There's... something really off about this person...

She noiselessly gulped, flinching her gaze down at his scroll in which he slowly raised in the air for them to see.

"You want my 'earth' scroll, right? Since you guys have the 'heaven' scroll..."

Kazumi raised a brow, only for her face to drop when the enemy had abruptly shoved the scroll down his own throat. His long tongue wrapped around it like a cocoon, slowly engulfing it down his stretchy throat. Just like that of a snake swallowing its prey.

The three genin's instantly became alarmed, unnerved by the person's uncanny actions.

"Now... let's begin... the battle for each other's scrolls..." He had a hand up to his face, pulling his eyelid down, "...With our lives on the line."

Chakra was released from the man, causing the genin's to collapse to their knees. What felt like thousands of slashes tore through their bodies by the man's abrupt jutsu. Kazumi could vaguely feel the tearing in all of her skin's layers, until it pierced into every single one of her lower organs. The pain was extreme, yet neither her nor her team could depict blood.

Suddenly, kunai's stabbed through their foreheads, penetrating their brains. The feeling was severe, intense, and real, as she could even feel the way her brain squished together in a defensive manner, like a sponge releasing water — like the brain beginning to internally bleed out.

Her head swayed back, and the kunai disappeared from their heads. Her arteries pulsated from the tip of her fingers to the ends of her curled toes.

A genjutsu!!

She hunched forward, trembling in sheer terror. In a split millisecond of a moment, her mind believed it was real; she believed she had felt death. The genjutsu was a far more superior one, one in which she was at no current level to mirror.

In the hands of the enemy, it dawned upon her that there was no way out of this; that it was impossible to escape, let alone defeat him. He-she was no parody, but a devil in shinobi disguise.