[If you have time, give some reviews and tell me your opinion cuz 14 chapters is enough I guess to know what people think of this fic. Give 4 stars if you like it not 5 cuz this fic ain't perfect. The most prominent problem I think should be fightingscenes, but come on dudes, mtl and most stories these days are filled with %70 fighting, %5 plot, %25 glazing the MC. That's why I am trying hard to not write fighting scenes until the foundation of this fic is solid and the characters become alive for you. Because to be honest with you, the second or third volume of this fic won't be anything else except for fighting and wars, so...]
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[Give me STONES or I will curse you with... too sleepy to piss but too full of piss to sleep]
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[I will post the chapter of today earlier.]
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10 days after Arata-san's funeral/
I already took over Arata-san's properties and everything. The old bastard has accumulated quite a huge wealth by my standards, which are low.
I was in the training ground of my clan compound.
I looked at the sky where the sun was still shining bright, sweat glistening my body, then I slowly made my way back to my house and greeted some old dudes on the way.
"Little wolf, come here for a second." A grandma called me from outside her door just as I was passing by.
She always called me by wolf. Her reason being I looked ferocious after training my ass from dawn to dusk.
"Ayo granny what's up? What you got for me this time?" I eagerly asked as I approached her fast.
"Guess what I have?" She asked with an innocent smile as she lightly punched my arm playfully.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Your DAD bahahahaa!" She replied and laughed hysterically.
'Huh?' I deadpanned.
Yeah, I forgot that she is weird as fuck.
Come to think of it, many Hatakes have some screw loose going on with them, but most have something in common, they are...
Perverts.
She looked at my expression then stopped laughing immediately.
"Tsk, younglings these days don't get my good jokes." She said with a pout, trying to act cute only to look like a squeezed bottle of water.
"Granny, I smell cookies." I said, trying to get to the point quickly and leave this perverted saggy chick as soon as possible.
"Tsk, Here!" She said and threw a pouch at me which I caught with a beaming smile.
"Don't smile, you are not handsome and smell. Creep." She said.
"Tf?"
*Bam!*
She shut the door on me.
"...thanks?"
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Before I reached my house, the same looking house Kakashi and his father lived in, I stopped before it and began to think;
'Did my parents die in the original series and leave this house for Sakumo to live?' I thought with a frown.
'How did they die?'
'Come to think of it, my dad looks uncannily like Gentoki from Gintama and mom looks... well, like your average beautiful white haired anime woman. So, are they added to this world because of me or originally existed?'
'My dad, most likely. But my mom, I don't know.'
'The question is, how much will these changes mess the plot of this world? Completely mess it up or not?'
To be honest, he didn't give a damn about the plot because he knew it was already out the window when he came outa his moma's womb.
Change is inevitable.
First, Tsunade will surely become his wife one way or another.
He will also have kids because... why not?
He is eager to know what a Senju and his monster bloodline will do to his offsprings. Maybe some dragons and shit like that will be born into this world?
He also plans to change some of the plot deliberately, which will have unknown consequences.
Maybe become rich too while at it?
He is also thinking about if becoming a ninja is worth it at all? Arata-san's warning has been ringing in my mind a lot.
So shortly, change is nature and nature is change, why stop it?
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I slid the front door of our house open, then walked inside.
"I am home!" I said.
"Welcome back cupcake!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.
"When will father arrive mom?" I asked.
"He may be here for lunch." Mom replied and I nodded.
"So he is really coming back huh. What's for lunch?" I asked as I slowly made my way to the bathroom.
"Miso salmon and noodles," she replied.
I got to the bathroom and removed my clothes in front of a mirror to look at myself.
I stand before the mirror, expression neutral.
Have a distinct, spiky silver hair that messily shaped like a V. Golden eyes framed by a straight nose and a firm-set mouth, sharp jawline. My frame is lean, with some sleeper muscles.
[Picture]
I look in disappointment at myself as I dreamed of the day I gain the same muscles of OG Garou in the future.
Actually, to have a body like this at only 7 years old is in itself a miracle, but a man can dream.
Next, in front of the mirror, I dropped into a fighting stance and, just for fun, unleashed the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
My hands became a blur, moving in precise, flowing circles. As my speed increased, sharp, blue trails of energy streaked from my fingertips, painting the air with light. The hum of the technique filling the room.
I finished with a sudden snap, striking a final pose with my hand extended toward the mirror. The blue trails lingered for a moment, tracing the path of my movement, before fading away. I grinned at my reflection.
"Heh, I am so cool man what the hell!"
Then I opened up the shower curtain and started to shower while enjoying the hot water and slowly losing myself in thought.
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I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still wet and hanging down over my forehead. I traversed the corridors of my house until I reached the living room. There, I slowly approached my favorite couch, where I've been resting for the past 7 years or so. I sat down slowly, then lay on it, resting my head on the soft arm of the couch.
'Status,' I thought.
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Status:
Name: Hatake Garou
Race: Human 48% / Monster Hybrid 52%
PowerLevel: Low-mid Genin
Assimilated: 7%
Talents:
• Indomitable Will
• Fighting Spirit Amplification
• Hand-to-Hand Combat Monster
• Adaptation
• Reactive Evolution ( triggered in extreme cases )
Skills:
• Mimicry [III] ( Can copy any martial moves after some careful observation )
• Regeneration [II] ( Can heal from wounds faster than your average special Jonin)
• Psycho mod: Your focus reaches your body's current limits temporarily.
Martial Arts:
• Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist [Not mastered] ( From One Punch Man World )
• 20 different Modern Martial Arts [Mastered] (From Earth)
Forms:
• Carnage: Your overall fighting prowess doubles.
• Spiral Form:
Time limit: 0.01 Second.
Note/ Some Forms are unlocked either by the concentration and activity of Monster Cells aka... bloodline purity, or Assimilation of the Essence.
Note/ Forms unlocked only by the elevated Monster Cell concentration may look weaker than what OG Garou had because of difference in the environment, the time, and conditions of their existence. Thus, the time limit.
Note/ You can always surpass OG Garou without even relaying on the Essence within the right conditions. As in, break your limiter like him.
Current Essence and body condition: @^%#£@%@SEALED@%!£!%@^
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(A/N: Don't worry too much about forms and stuff, he ain't gonna be weak, but not broken either to the point where he could bitch slap Kages at 10 years old which is disgusting to even think about. Imagine all those cool characters get beaten by a Shota just cuz he lucky or some shit. Everything will be balanced and fun. And I will try to make it as logical as possible before he invetibaly becomes OP.)
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I looked at my status in silence...
Then I remembered that day, the second flood of memories and experiences rushed in. My body went into autopilot instantly.
It was like living another life in a fast forward way again like it happened the first time. The world and environment, the feelings, and the pain, it all felt too real.
It would have been a delight for me when the Essence progressed, but my current dilemma is, if I am really the OG Garou or Miller... a guy who got lucky and got OG Garou's powers.
Are we a fusion?
Day after day I feel as if I am losing something and getting something in it's replacement but I don't know what that thing is, I just know that it's happening.
And I can't stop it.
The question is, why I don't care? It feels like this has happened to me before or must happen.
I am changing into something else entirely. And It seems like I am slowly but surely losing my identity as a person, but, I don't care?
No matter how hard I tried to care, to feel some sense of loss, there was nothing. Just a hollow space where grief should have been.
There's even anticipation... and hope?
Am I really that tired of myself? Am I really that stressed to the point of just accepting an identity overwrite like this?
I mean, I am an Adolf, and I should act like an Adolf and not be a pussy like this.
Should I though?
This world is sick, so should I do a second coming of an Adolf in this world and save it?
I can start following the footsteps of my ancestor and bring about an economic miracle in around 10 years just like he did to Germany. I can just implement his ideas here and even half of those ideas can revolutionise the entire world.
I can start with the education and culture...
No more child soldiers. No more child and adult prostitution. No more slavery. No more pedophilia. No more porn. No more interest.
Pave roads, give youngsters interest free debts to start businesses, invest in science and agriculture. Invest in schools that teach not how to kill, but how to build. Build houses for married couples and give bonuses for having children.
Push the ideology that women are caretakers, and the importance of motherhood. They shouldn't become prostitutes and sell their bodies.
The man is the representative of struggle and woman is the representative of preservation.
The two are not rivals but complementary. Just as man's world is the great struggle of the life of the nation, so woman's world is same but a smaller one.
But this in no way implies it is less important, for in the woman's world lies the foundation of all that follows. There would be no nation if the woman did not give birth, nurture and teach.
The man must be the protector, the holder and bearer of a nation, its defender and its builder.
But the woman must preserve what the man has created and make it fruitful in the child, so a perfect cycle of preservation and protection comes to be.
Nations don't exist through its great men alone but through the continuity of its mothers. So, we must place the highest honour not on the man alone, but equally on the mother of his children. Something this world lacks just like it did back in my previous one.
Wherever there is poverty, there's degeneracy. And wherever there is wealth but no proper moral based culture or laws, then degeneracy and rot is a lot more prominent.
There must be a balance. And above all, there must be education.
Lack of education is a hot grounds for creating racism, prejudice, degeneracy, ignorance, bigotry, discrimination, xenophobia, and more.
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Should I do it? Should I play the hero?
A hero?
But that path always leads to becoming a villain.
Or maybe, it's the people who won't understand your actions and greatness, so you become the villain in their books.
So maybe, heroes or villains don't really exist. Maybe it's just a difference in perspective. A man is not born a hero or a villain, he is just born somewhere. And that somewhere tells him who to love and who to hate.
And this world? First and foremost, it must get rid of it's subjectivity.
Everyone follows their own morals which is what setting back this world from going forward and stagnant.
Becoming a savior... will that help me with this identity replacement crisis?
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'The second rush of memories and experience, let's look at that,' I suddenly thought with excitement.
Hmm. Well, except for the muscles I wished for, I've got to say that I have everything the dude has from the series until the moment before he leaves Bang's Dojo and steals an advanced level of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, the name of the technique which I don't remember.
Even though it's not too much, as all the memories and experiences are about him training and sparring with his fellow disciples, but, dude, I have to say that if I put my mind to it, then normal Genins are no match for me right now, which is lit because even without chakra, at 7 years old, I am already that strong.
Also, after the assimilation increased, more and more talents and skills of OG Garou got unlocked:
Martial Arts now come naturally to me as if I was born to be a martial artist.
I already mastered many modern day martial arts simply by mimicking it using my enhanced memory thanks to my half Monster Brain and OG Garou's own sharp memory.
I now have got Adaptation which you know what that is, but still not as strong as the later parts of OG Garou's monster saga. Though, we always start somewhere, right?
Reactive Evolution, which I suspect it has something to do with life and death battles then it gets triggered.
'The Essence is increasing by %1 every year?' I thought while rubbing my chin.
I still don't know how the Essence works. Is it Saitama training daily and 0.1% will increase? I doubt it because it would have been like that when I started training 2 years ago.
It doesn't even have an AI like those systems in fanfictions to ask how I should increase the assimilation. But, meh, who cares? From now and onwards, there won't be a war for around 20 years.
Not like I will participate even if there was a war. I ain't a ninja, so it's not my fight.
Asking me to go to war for this village is like asking a rock to produce milk. Like hell I will fight for these genocidal freaks!
I originally didn't eant to become a ninja anyway. Though lately, I have been loose on the idea and started to think that it won't be that bad to become a ninja, but after Arata-san's warning, I have become set on the idea that the ninja way isn't for me simply.
Ninjas and my path are simply too different.
Though, I know I will get into big trouble for it because y'know since I will become the head of a ninja clan.
Corrupt elites exist everywhere and this village is concentrated with the craziest of them.
This world is the survival of the fittest, and the strongest fist rules and you do whatever the Hokage says, which goes against everything I stand for right now.
Damn! And I have to prepare for not just Hiruzen but Danzo.
For a second I want to just give up right here and now and let the Elites fuck us up all they want because it's their right as a strong. Isn't that right, Nietzsche? You syphilis asshole.
But fuck Nietzschean philosophy. I won't let anyone play with me just because they have a little power and ego no matter what.
I will be free.
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Anyways, I have my own plans after I become the clan head, so let's calm down.
*knock knock*
At that moment, there was a knock on the door which pulled me out of my contemplation.
"Cupcake, can you open the door? It must be your dad." My mom said from the kitchen.
"Okay." I replied and stood up lazily.
"The door ain't even locked, so why drag me off the couch stupid dad!" I muttered in frustration as I approached the door.
"Who is there?" I called.
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"I said who is there bruh!" I called again.
"It's Sugundese," I heard a rough voice reply.
'Weird, that isn't my father's voice.' I thought with a frown as I reached for the doorknob.
*Click*
"Who is Sugundese?" I asked as I slowly opened the door to see a man shrouded in shadow.
"SUGUNDESE NUTZZZZ RAHAHAHAH!!"
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The End.