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

7: Prodigy

7: Prodigy

It all began when his son was three years old.

"I want to be a ninja." The words were spoken with a conviction and resolve rarely seen in such a young child, feelings conveyed so clearly that they caught Kizashi Haruno completely off guard.

Although he knew that in a village like Konoha, a ninja village, words like these would eventually come from his son's mouth, he hadn't expected it to be so soon, nor that those words would carry such sharp certainty.

His wife, Mebuki Haruno, who had also been present, turned to look at him with a slightly furrowed brow. The worry and doubt were evident in her eyes, feelings that he could see reflected in his own face through the bright green eyes of his son.

Kizashi thought it would be complicated, but that day they managed to make their son understand that it wasn't the time yet, that he was still young.

Sukuna seemed to accept it calmly and without much complaint. Kizashi thought that was the end of it until a few weeks later, his son brought up the subject again.

"I want to train to be a ninja."

"Uh, Sukuna-chan, I thought we already talked about this. You're still a bit young for the academy." His son nodded as calm and serene as ever.

"I know, but while I was playing in the park, some older kids made fun of me because I didn't know how to throw shurikens. And when I asked them to show me, they didn't want to teach me."

Kizashi blinked, then understood—bullies. He didn't expect his poor son to encounter them so soon.

"I see. In that case, let this old man teach you a couple of moves."

Kizashi hadn't planned to teach him much at first, just a few basic moves to impress some kids and let his son make more friends.

"So, I should do it like this, right?" Sukuna took the shuriken, a weapon that seemed a bit too big for his small hand, a weapon that his short fingers should have held clumsily.

But instead, even with the size difference, his son managed to get a perfect grip on it.

Kizashi had only shown him once. Of course, he had carefully explained how to do it to avoid getting cut, but even so... it was only once...

...and that seemed to be enough for his son to play with it as if it had been attached to his hand since birth.

"S-sure, just be a bit careful since it's a real shuriken. Your mother would kill me if she knew I was letting you play with it." Actually, she would first listen to the explanation and then beat him to a pulp. Women—they didn't understand a man's pride and why it was important to defend it.

"So, how do I throw it?" At the question, Kizashi pondered for a moment. Did he really want to teach his son how to throw deadly weapons around other children?

"Watch and learn." He took one of his old shurikens and got into position. He explained each step in detail so his son wouldn't miss anything. Then, he aimed at his target and, with speed and precision, threw the weapon across the yard. The shuriken flew steadily, in a perfect straight line, cutting through the air toward a thick training log about 20 meters away.

In the blink of an eye, the weapon embedded itself precisely in the bullseye on the wood of the log. Kizashi couldn't help but smile; even though he was no longer an active ninja, it seemed his throwing skills were still in excellent shape.

"What do you think? Isn't your dad cool? Don't worry, Sukuna-chan, in no time, and with my guidance, you'll be able to do the same. For now, don't be disappointed if your first throw misses; it's normal for—" Kizashi blinked, the smug smile on his face freezing.