Shinobi Reincarnation

Chapter one: Return Of The Legend

Disclaimer: I don't own naruto or percy jackson
"Naruto" Normal Speeches
'Naruto' Thought
"Wave" Jutsu/Technique/Angry God

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Story Start
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I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan twenty eight mental case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were, But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee.

You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but
he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind the scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of broke the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

This trip, I was determined to be good.
All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Though the weird thing is, Everytime my anger reach its boiling point, My nails started to changed into a sharp claws, My teeth got more sharp and my green eyes changed into red, i noticed this look on my face when i pissed of cause of my shit step dad, Gabe.

at first i dismissed as a trick of light but as time passed away, I realized my appearance really changed, i were afraid, there is a voice on the back of my head telling me to kill everyone who i hate, is hard to resist the voice will as month after month the voice got louder and louder, it drive me insane, i don't wanna told my mom cause that just trouble her more than sh already is, I just had to be calm before the voice got anymore louder than it already is

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but
don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.