You're My Special (SI-OC/Naruto) ENG

4: Childhood Friendship

4: Childhood Friendship

His mouth was dry, and his body trembled slightly.

He looked at the blood on his hands, bright scarlet with a metallic smell, sweat dripping from his forehead, running down his cheek, and into his eye. The sudden sting snapped him out of his daze.

"What's wrong? Haven't you seen someone die before?" The voice made him look up, meeting the gaze of a pale-skinned figure, marked by long scars and gray hair with a faint bluish tint.

The mocking look directed at him caused something to break inside.

"It's a shame, but she was quite bothersome. Her ritual technique was too inconvenient for me."

His breathing steadied, numbness filling his body. He looked at the blood again, then clenched his fists, cursed energy beginning to flow powerfully through him.

"Oh? I thought you'd be depressed for longer. She was your friend or something, right? After all, she said your name before she died." More mockery, in a shameless tone.

His silence seemed to irritate him, a frown appearing on his unpleasant face.

"Thank you," then came the surprise.

"Huh?"

"I had been hesitating, but now I understand," he said with an apathetic voice.

He could feel it—the binding vow he had long hesitated to make was beginning to take effect within him.

The negative emotions flooding the area began to sharpen in his senses.

"In this world, I can't afford to feel anything." It was as if his heart stopped beating. He was still there physically, but any warmth his blood might have held vanished.

"At least not until I become the strongest of all." The wind stirred as the negative emotions within hundreds of meters around him began to converge towards him, as if drawn by an irresistible pull.

"Hahaha, what is this? Something's changed... What did you do, Itadori?!" his enemy asked in astonishment, feeling the changes in the atmosphere and the cursed energy of the human before him increasing at an astonishing pace.

Itadori Yuji took a deep breath and assumed a stance, his guard up, ready to continue the battle.

"I've signed your death sentence," he replied coldly, and before his enemy could react, his body launched forward at full speed.

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"This should be enough," Sukuna said, looking at the small pile of branches the blonde girl had been gathering, holding four plump, fresh fish in his hands.

"Incredible!" Naruko looked at the fish with wide, bright eyes; she had never seen such fat fish before!

Sukuna searched for some long, thin sticks, which he used to skewer the fish that he had already cleaned properly. He then placed them around the campfire, and with a thought, his finger lit up with a small flame.

"H-how did you do that?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"I used chakra," he explained simply, pointing with his finger and letting the fire travel from it to the campfire, igniting the pile of wood and setting it ablaze.

"Catra?" The confused voice made him turn to see the blonde girl tilting her head, not understanding.

"Chakra, it's what ninjas use." She blinked, and then her eyes widened even more as she pointed at him with disbelief.