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Naruto: Monthly Refreshing Stand Abillity
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December slipped by in a blur of unremarkable days.
It wasn't until Ishiki Kujo heard that distinct mechanical chime echoing in his mind at night that he snapped awake — realizing how the endless grind of ninjutsu training had dulled his sense of time.
[Monthly Stand Draw: Mr. President]⁴
There was no option to "replace" this time.
The instant the draw finished, a shiny green turtle and a ruby-encrusted key materialized before Ishiki.
The system didn't even bother explaining. It simply vanished.
Ishiki picked up the turtle from his desk.
He had imagined countless possibilities —
but never once had he considered the system would just toss him a full-blown Stand User.
That's right.
The turtle in his hand was the Stand User itself —
possessing the Stand ability known as Mr. President.
If a turtle could manifest like this in the ninja world…
then what about Iggy, the feral dog?
Or Pet Shop, DIO's falcon?
A flicker of excitement flashed through Ishiki's mind.
He really liked Iggy.
And best of all —
Mr. President didn't consume one of his active Stand slots.
Highway Star was still there, alive and kicking.⁵
A free bonus.
A miracle.
Ishiki spun the turtle slowly in his hand, recalling Mr. President's abilities.
A mobile sanctuary.
A literal portable room hidden inside the turtle's body.
On its shell was a keyhole.
Insert the ruby-embedded key, and the Stand would activate —
anyone who touched the ruby would be sucked inside a 34-square-meter private space.
To exit, you simply had to touch the ceiling —
which acted as the "door" out.
From the outside, the ruby allowed a view of the room within.
Likewise, from inside, you could see the world beyond.
Mr. President wasn't built for combat.
At its core, it was a giant, walking safehouse.¹
Ishiki tucked the key safely into his gear pouch.
Staring at the docile turtle on his desk, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
In his hands, Mr. President was no mere convenience.
It could become a portable lab, a moving sanctuary, a secret base.
"Maybe I should find Gai-sensei," Ishiki muttered.
"Have him teach me how to forge a summoning contract —
turn this turtle into an official Summoned Beast."
If the turtle could learn chakra control…
It would be too damn cool.⁷
And given the turtle's innate spiritual strength —
learning chakra extraction shouldn't be difficult.
Then, another idea struck Ishiki like lightning.
If he turned the turtle into a summon, and hid a Shadow Clone inside Mr. President's room...
then summoned the turtle across great distances…
Would the clone come along for the ride?
Or would only the turtle appear, leaving the clone trapped in pocket space?
Until now, the biggest obstacle to deploying a clone to Highway Star's location was distance —
with the Land of Hot Springs lying between Fire Country and the Land of Frost.
Even if he sent a clone running, it would expire long before reaching Highway Star.
But if the clone could hide inside Mr. President,
then summoning the turtle would bypass the distance instantly.
It was perfect.
Even better —
after the clone was deployed, Ishiki could summon the turtle back and refresh it with new clones.
The possibilities made his blood tingle.
He recalled how, during Moody Blues' recordings, he had seen the Fourth Hokage's summoning technique —
the specific hand seals, the chakra flows.
Summoning jutsu had universal patterns.
Only a few seals needed to be modified depending on the beast.
Ishiki was confident he could handle that.³
The real problem lay elsewhere:
Forming a contract with the turtle.
You could only summon an official Summoned Beast.
And to make the turtle into one, it needed to learn chakra —
to evolve from mere animal to ninja beast.
"Hey, Turtle-san, can you understand me?" Ishiki leaned in.
The turtle just stared at him blankly, neck stretched out.
"...Yeah, no. Gotta find Gai-sensei."
Ishiki sighed.
He pulled out parchment and ink, quickly scribbling a letter to Gai.
After all, Gai had already contracted with a ninja turtle.
If he could borrow help from Gai's summon, he might be able to teach his turtle chakra.
"You need a name," Ishiki said, grinning at the turtle.
"Ah, screw it.
You'll be called President."
Simple. Fitting.⁶
At dawn, Ishiki climbed the watchtower, tied the letter to a messenger pigeon, and sent it off.
Then, back to daily drills and border patrols.
These days, he had been working on physical conditioning —
using methods passed down from his father, Kujo Ryuichi.
The deeper he trained, the more Ishiki felt... something was odd.
He couldn't put it into words.¹
But as he honed his muscles, as he controlled his breathing more precisely —
he could feel it:
Every fiber of his being coming under perfect control.²
It was as if every cell, every twitch of muscle, obeyed his will.
He didn't know if this had to do with Yang Release chakra…
But as his mastery grew, so too did his ability to refine and extract chakra more efficiently.²
January came.
Ishiki turned thirteen.
Closer and closer to adulthood.
Far away, near a desolate road in the Land of Frost, three Kumogakure squads gathered.
The headbands they wore made it clear —
all were Cloud-nin.
Their destination:
A ruined wooden hut on the roadside.
Half a month ago, scouts had reported strange activity here.
The intelligence department had issued missions to investigate.
Yet not one squad had ever returned.
Suspecting a Konoha trap, three new squads assembled cautiously.
But no Konoha ninja ambushed them.
The hut itself looked abandoned —
weather-beaten, partially burnt.
Battle scars marred the walls.
The teams, wary, did not charge inside.
Instead, they surrounded the hut and hurled explosive-tagged shuriken into it.
The hut exploded into flames.
Still —
no trap.
No ambush.
When the smoldering ruins finally collapsed into ash,
the gathered Cloud-nin found nothing but charred wood and silence.
No enemies.
No secrets.
Only the ghost of something... wrong.