Konoha's Fuinjutsu Psycho | Naruto x Male Reader

A Stereotypical Bully Cliche

The next day at the Ninja Academy began just like the last, with Iruka-sensei guiding us through the basics of ninja training. I paid little attention to most of the lessons, my mind still buzzing with the excitement of last night's success.

Naruto had greeted me with an enthusiastic wave as I entered the classroom, reminding me of the promise I made. His energy was infectious, and for a brief moment, I found myself looking forward to showing him what I could do with fuinjutsu. But the day's lessons came first, and so I put that thought aside for now.

"Alright, everyone outside!" Iruka-sensei announced after a while, his voice cutting through the chatter of the classroom. "We're going to do some basic target practice with kunai and shuriken."

I sighed, knowing this was going to be one of those tasks I found utterly boring. Precision throwing, basic chakra control—it all felt so mundane compared to the intricate patterns and seals that occupied my thoughts. Still, I had to go through the motions.

We gathered at the training grounds, where wooden targets were set up in neat rows. The other students lined up, readying their weapons with varying degrees of skill and confidence. I picked up a kunai and weighed it in my hand, already feeling the dullness of the task ahead.

"Let's see who's got the best aim," Iruka said, standing at the side to observe.

One by one, the students threw their kunai and shuriken. Some hit the targets dead center, while others missed completely. When my turn came, I half-heartedly threw my kunai, striking the target on the outer ring. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't impressive either.

"Not bad, M/N," Iruka commented as I stepped back, but I could tell he noticed my lack of enthusiasm.

As the exercise continued, I noticed a girl watching me from the corner of my eye. She was standing with a few other students, but her attention seemed solely focused on me. Hanabi Hyūga—the younger sister of Hinata Hyūga, and heiress to the Hyūga Clan. Though she was younger than everyone else, she was already skilled and had earned her place in our class. 

Considering I started ninja education earlier due to my intellifence, I guess she started it because of her skill. It does piss me off that she's taller than me when we're the same age though.

Hanabi's white, almost luminescent eyes, a sign of her Byakugan, narrowed as she stared at me. I'd heard about her—sharp, confident, and possessing a prodigious talent that made her a standout among her peers. But there was something else in her gaze today, something that made me uneasy.

When the exercise ended, Iruka dismissed us for lunch. I was more than ready to retreat to my usual quiet spot in the training grounds, where I could continue working on my fuinjutsu scrolls in peace. I had brought the scroll I'd practiced with yesterday, intending to refine the storage seal and maybe even attempt something more complex.

As I settled under the large tree, I began to unroll the scroll, my fingers tracing the ink lines I had painstakingly drawn. The seal had worked perfectly last night, but there was always room for improvement.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice drawled from above me.

I looked up to see Hanabi standing over me, arms crossed and a smirk playing on her lips. Her posture radiated confidence, and I could see a glint of something mischievous in her eyes.

"Just working on something," I replied cautiously, not liking the way she was eyeing my scroll.

"Fuinjutsu, right?" Hanabi sneered, her tone mocking. "I've heard about you. The weirdo who'd rather play with ink than train like a real ninja."

I bristled at her words but tried to keep my cool. "It's not playing. Fuinjutsu is a serious art. It can be even more powerful than—"

"Than what? Throwing kunai? Performing jutsu? Don't make me laugh." Hanabi cut me off, stepping closer until she was looming over my seated form. "You think drawing little pictures on paper is going to make you strong? You're wasting your time."

She reached down suddenly, her hand snatching the scroll from my grasp before I could react. My heart jumped into my throat as she unrolled it, scanning the seal with disinterest.

"Give that back!" I demanded, standing up quickly, anger boiling inside me.

But Hanabi only laughed, holding the scroll just out of my reach. "Why? So you can go back to pretending this stuff actually matters?"

Without warning, she activated her Byakugan, and in one swift motion, she tore the scroll in half, the delicate paper shredding under her grip. The carefully drawn seal, the hours of work I had put into it, was destroyed in an instant.

"No!" I cried out, a mix of shock and fury surging through me. I reached out to grab what was left, but Hanabi tossed the torn pieces to the ground, her smirk widening.

"You're nothing but a weakling," she said coldly, turning her back on me. "If you want to survive in this world, you'll need to do a lot better than that."

With that, she walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and furious, staring at the ruined remains of my scroll.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. My anger and frustration kept me distracted, even as we resumed classes. I couldn't focus, my mind replaying the scene over and over. How easily she had destroyed something I had worked so hard on, how she had dismissed my efforts like they were nothing.

After the final bell rang, I lingered behind, too upset to go home just yet. I returned to the training grounds, to the spot under the tree where the torn pieces of my scroll still lay. I knelt down and picked them up, my hands trembling with the effort to keep my emotions in check.

Why did she do that? What gave her the right to tear apart my work, to belittle me like that?

I knew I couldn't just let this go. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of breaking me. If anything, this only made me more determined to prove her wrong.

As I gathered the pieces of my scroll, an idea began to form in my mind. A new kind of seal, something that would not only repair what had been broken but also strengthen it—an unbreakable seal, one that no one, not even a Hyūga, could tear apart.

I stayed late into the night, practicing, drawing, and redrawing the seal in my mind. My hands moved with a renewed sense of purpose, every stroke of the brush carrying the weight of my resolve.

If Hanabi Hyūga thought she could intimidate me, she was wrong. I would rise above this, stronger than before. I would master fuinjutsu, not just for myself but to show everyone—especially her—that this art was not to be underestimated.

By the time I finally finished, my eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but my heart burned with determination. The scroll before me bore a new seal, one that I had designed to be resilient, to hold strong against any force.

I rolled up the scroll carefully, my anger subsiding into a cold resolve. Hanabi might have won today, but tomorrow was a different story.

And I had every intention of writing it.