The dust had barely settled in the Senju compound when Sayaka cornered Kenta outside Madam Shijimi's house, her paper butterflies fluttering nervously around her.
The duel with Kushina had left the village buzzing, and Sayaka's curiosity—or panic—couldn't wait. She planted herself in front of him, hands on hips, her maid's glare sharp enough to cut. "Young Master," she demanded, "what in kami's name did you do back there? Switching places with that creepy old guy and then Kushina? Spill it!"
Kenta lounged against the porch railing, popping a leftover mochi crumb into his mouth with a smug grin. He had completely forgotten that Sayaka did not know about his kekkei Genkai.
"Oh, Sayaka, you simple paper peasant—behold the glory of my kekkei genkai!" He struck a dramatic pose, one hand on his hip, the other pointing skyward like a conquering hero. "It's a space-time kekkei genkai, to be precise—called Boogie Woogie! Makes me the slickest shinobi this side of the Fire Country. Well, I would have said in the entire world but there is an old relic still alive and plotting to send everyone dreaming for the rest of their life. Bow before my greatness!"
Sayaka blinked, unimpressed and completely ignoring the second part of his sentence "Boogie… Woogie? What, you dance people into confusion? Sounds like a party trick, not a jutsu!" She snorted, folding her arms. "How does it even work, you noble showoff?"
Kenta's grin widened, his arrogance hitting peak levels. He leaned in close, wagging a finger under her nose. "How's it work? Ha! A shinobi never spills his secrets, paper girl! What, you think I'm gonna hand you the keys to my genius so you can Boogie Woogie your way into my spotlight? Dream on!" He clapped his hands—*CLAP!*—and swapped places with Tora, reappearing behind Sayaka with a cackle. "Figure it out yourself—I'm a mystery wrapped in awesomeness!"
Tora looked at her changed surrounding before shrugging and going back to sleep.
Sayaka spun around, glaring at him where he'd stood. "A mystery? More like a headache wrapped in a brat! You're impossible!" She swatted at a butterfly that zipped too close, muttering, "Keep your dumb secrets—I'll just assume it's clown magic."
Their bickering was cut short by a sharp "Kenta Madoka!" from the doorway. Madam Shijimi stormed out, her elegant kimono swishing, her face a thundercloud of noble disapproval. Tora immediately got up and trailed her, hissing at Kenta like she'd joined the scolding squad. "Young man," she snapped, "I've heard all about your disgraceful antics at the Senju compound! Picking a fight with Kushina Uzumaki over desserts? Using foul language like some street urchin? That is not how a noble behaves!"
Kenta straightened, puffing out his chest defiantly. "Grandma, I was defending my honor! That redheaded goblin stole my mochi rights—nobles don't back down from dessert thieves!" He waved a hand dramatically. "And my language? Pure poetry—Master Jiraiya wishes he had my writing skills!"
Madam Shijimi's eyes narrowed, her fan snapping open with a whack. "Poetry?! Calling her a 'goblin' and a 'troll' is no sonnet, you little terror! You're the Daimyō's grandson—act like it, not like a brawling thug! I ought to lock you in with Tora 'til you learn some manners!" Tora yowled in agreement, swiping at Kenta's ankle, and he yelped, hopping back.
"Lock me with her?!" Kenta sputtered, pointing at the cat. "That's cruel and unusual—she's a demon in fur! I'd rather fight Kushina again!" Madam Shijimi advanced, fan raised like a weapon, and Kenta ducked behind Sayaka, whining, "Save me, paper girl—she's scarier than that Mito!"
Sayaka smirked, stepping aside. "Oh, no, Young Master—you dug this hole. Enjoy your Grandma's noble wrath!" Madam Shijimi loomed, and Kenta groaned, "Fine, fine—I'll be a perfect gentleman! No more dessert wars… maybe!"
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The scene shifted to the Hokage's office, where a heavy silence hung over a gathering of Konoha's elite. Hiruzen Sarutobi sat at his desk, pipe in hand, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.
Before him stood the village elders—Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane, their wrinkled faces stern—alongside Danzo Shimura, his eyes glinting with a scheme.
Mito Uzumaki and Tsunade flanked the room, Mito's presence commanding despite her petite frame, Tsunade's arms crossed in reluctant attendance. The topic: Kenta Madoka and his mysterious kekkei genkai.
Hiruzen broke the silence, puffing smoke. "That duel today—it's clear Kenta's ability is no fluke. It's a space-time kekkei genkai, akin to what I've seen Lord Second use with his Flying Raijin." His voice carried weight, and the room stirred, eyes widening. "The boy claps, and positions shift—no seals, no tools. It's raw, instinctive, and frankly, remarkable."
Homura adjusted his glasses, frowning. "Space-time? In a noble child? That's unprecedented—Madoka blood's never shown such a trait. It must have somehow reacted with the boy s Senju blood."
Koharu nodded, her tone cautious. "What does it mean for the village? For the Land of Fire? A Daimyō's kin with a kekkei genkai could shift power dynamics—nobles don't typically wield shinobi gifts."
Mito stepped forward, her silver-pink hair glinting in the lamplight. "I agree with Hiruzen—it's space-time, no doubt. But it's not like Tobirama's Flying Raijin. Kenta uses no hand signs, no fuinjutsu markers—just a clap, and he swaps places with someone. I felt it during the duel—his chakra spiked and attached itself to Danzo and Kushina. A person can't escape the chakra and this the teleportation from what I saw. There's more to this ability than we've seen,"
Danzo's voice cut through, smooth and deliberate. "Fascinating—a natural space-time gift in a Senju descendant. We should investigate further—conduct body tests on the boy, study his chakra pathways, his genetics. If we can understand how he manifests this kekkei genkai, perhaps we could awaken it in other Senju children through scientific research. Imagine the boost to Konoha's strength—space-time ninjas at our command, all for the village's benefit." His tone was altruistic, but his eye gleamed with ambition.
Hiruzen's pipe clattered onto the desk, his face darkening with anger. "Body tests?! On a CHILD? Absolutely not, Danzo!" He slammed a hand down, the sound echoing. "We don't experiment on children—especially not the Daimyō's grandson! Do you have any idea of the repercussions? The Land of Fire would erupt—'Konoha dissects nobles!' The council would hang us, the Daimyō would cut funding, and we'd be dodging assassins from the capital before breakfast!"
Danzo opened his mouth, his voice calm but insistent. "Hiruzen, think rationally—this could secure our future. A few tests, discreetly done—"
"No!" Hiruzen barked, cutting him off. "He's eight years old, not a lab rat! And a Madoka—political fallout aside, it's unethical. End of discussion!"
Danzo pressed forward, undeterred. "But the potential—"
A fierce aura erupted from Mito, silencing the room like a thunderclap. Her tiny frame seemed to grow, the air thickening with the Nine-Tails' chakra, her eyes blazing. "Enough, Shimura!" she snapped, her voice a whipcrack. "That boy is part of my husband's clan—I'm still the Senju matriarch, and I say no! Hashirama would roll in his grave if he heard you talk of experimenting on kids—Senju or not! He built this village on trust, not science experiments, and I won't stand for it either!" She glared at Danzo, her sweet smile gone, replaced by a fury that made the elders shrink. "Kenta's a Senju by blood—Retsu's son—and I'll be damned if you turn him into some test subject. You want to poke and prod? Try it, and I'll chain you to a rock and lecture you 'til you beg for mercy."
The room fell deathly quiet. Homura coughed awkwardly, Koharu stared at her lap, and Tsunade smirked, muttering, "Told ya she's scary." Danzo's jaw tightened, but he bowed his head slightly, conceding. "As you wish, Mito-sama," he murmured, though his mind churned with frustration.
Hiruzen exhaled, relieved. "Lady Mito is right—this ends here. Kenta's kekkei genkai is his own. We'll watch him, guide him, but no tests, no schemes. He's a child of Konoha and the Land of Fire—let him grow into whatever he'll become."
Mito nodded, her aura easing, though her eyes stayed sharp. "Good. He's a brat, but he's ours. Let's keep it that way." The elders murmured agreement, and the meeting dissolved.
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