Complete. The Butterfly Effect dictates that the smallest pebble dropped into the ocean would create the greatest of tidal waves. How much change could one new life make, if added to a world it was never meant to be in? Self-Insert. OC.

Meet Fuzen Kanpeki. She leads a normal life. A student in the ninja academy at Konoha. A good student. A couple of friends. A family to come home to every day. Mother, Father, Sister. A loving family, no? That's right. No.

Fuzen Kanpeki has shattered. With permission from the Hokage, she has left all she has known: her family, her house, her village, her friends. She has only one goal in mind. She must grow stronger. She must grow stronger than her father, than her sadness, strong enough to live and breath beneath this guilt that pulls her down. Because she knows. She knows it's her fault that he died. She knows that she's always been weak. And she knows that she must overcome. Just how far will Fuzen go to find the strength that she needs?

A monster is always a monster, and nothing will ever change that. She's innocent, stained by the traditions of her clan and sent into the depths of tragedy and loss. She runs and she hides, but the past can never be ignored; it will never allow itself to be ignored. A monster is always a monster, but a shred of light can do wonders for the fallen. Life goes on, but will she? ★ 1st Place 2014 NWA (Kakashi) ★ ★ 1st Place 2014 TheNWA (Kakashi) ★ ★ 1st Place 2014 NarutoWattys (Kakashi)★

Cashile Kuroki is alone. No family, and no friends. Not exactly hated, just.... ignored. Just how she likes it. She's viewed as reckless and ambitious, but she's always in control. Every move is calculated, every person is observed. She controls people, her "friends", her life. Yet, there's the mystery: why does she care for her selfish ambitions alone? Why is she bent on proving that she can be the best by herself? Will she ever learn to give up her act of strength, and trust? Or will she fall, the cause of her own destruction? Genius only goes so far, and the flaws and frailties will eventually catch up to her. The act of strength is, after all, only an act.

Cashile Kuroki has discovered the Frailty of Genius, the shortcomings of prodigious talent, the weakness that comes with strength. Standing alone she fell, with no one to catch her as she hit the ground. Now the question is whether or not she can grow back from her own failure, find resilience in the weakness, foster the power that comes with those who care... And discover The Strength of Humanity. This is the sequel to our first book, The Frailty of Genius.

A monster is always a monster, and nothing will ever change that. Her world was flipped upside down when her little village by the sea was assailed by raiders. Left as an orphan, with her beloved younger sister gone, she falls deep into the darkened abyss of insanity. She roams the Land of Iron aimlessly, killing others for the sake of killing. Mercy is not an option, and weakness is but an illusion. This is the Weeping Samurai. ★ 1st Place 2014 NWA (Itachi) ★ ★ 1st Place 2014 TheNWA (Itachi) ★ ★ 1st Place 2014 NarutoWattys (Itachi) ★

¥ Ѡє'rяє Ѧłł Ϻѧժԑ Θf ֆʈѧяժʊϛʈ ¥ A tale of love, tragedy, betrayal, but most of all, hope. Young Mist Genin Reira Kiseki arrives Konoha expecting her chance to become a Chuunin with her her brother Ryukyu and teammate Rena. Reira "Rei" Kiseki is annoying, loud, and self-absorbed, but with a personality as bright and innocent as the sun. She was born with abilities that could bring anyone to their knees, but at the cost of her heart and her life. With Kiri and Konoha on the brink of yet another war, her secrets could sway the balance of chaos. Secrets that make her question the difference between right and wrong. Secrets that make her question whether what she was doing would cause more pain than she ever would have guessed. She finds herself thrown in the mitts of deciding whether she should follow her duty or follow her heart, to follow her family or follow her friends. "Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. The atoms in your left hand probably came from a different atom than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust."