I looked at him with a lazy smile. Shadows stretched across my face, my bored half-eyes standing out like glass beacons against the darkness.

He looked at me with offended eyes, his posture just far too arrogant.

How foolish.

I blinked slowly, daring him to attack me during my moment of weakness.

He does not leap upon the opportunity.

How idiotic. This fool deserves to die.

“I am top of my class! You are a mere child! Bow before me and I will forgive you for your stupidity,” he shouts all full of hot air.

I fall backwards right into a resting position on the ground, hands behind my head.

I snort with contempt, before going “Zzzzzzzz.”

His eyes twitch at my insolence and veins pop out of his forehead.

“Calm down old man... you’ll have a heart attack and die before you even throw a punch...” I yawn.

“Old man!?!” he shrieks. “I am ten years old, a prodigy!”

Finally, he attacks.

Took far too long.

He stabs at where I am, his kunai, covered in a plume of fire, sinking into my throat.

Oh wait.

Just kidding.

I replaced myself with a log with fake explosive tags attached to it and he had stabbed that instead.

He shrieks and starts running from the convincing threat.

Not before I pop out of a reflective puddle.

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And pop one of his lungs with a broken shard of reflective glass.

He falls down flat on his face while I slowly make a tall glass rectangular frame. I thread some razor wire through a hole on the top, before connecting it to a big glass rectangle with an incline angle on the long side facing downward.

To make it more obvious for you, I made an ornate guillotine.

He was crying and dragging himself across the ground.

Oh dear.

He moved himself out of alignment with the blade.

That's annoying.

*Scooch.*

Uh, not quite.

*scooch.*

There we go.

“PLEASE NO!”

*Shink!*

I’m going to get some ramen.

I looked at his headless body and at the rose-encrusted glass guillotine.

I shrugged.

I’m not moving that. Too much work.

I focused my chakra on my senses, expanding my chakra sense out into the world.

Three large flickering plumes of chakra from adult ninja are hiding in the bushes preparing to assassinate me.

Ok.

I started walking slowly away from them

One thousand and two shuriken infused with Fire chakra come hurtling at me.

I raise my eyes to the heavens.

How boring.

The entire clearing is bombarded with a thousand and two impacts, each strong enough to be a military-grade talisman.

I kill one of the assassins, disguised as a tree right where they were before they even found me.

All three are looking around for me.

I'm just joking.

Only two are looking.

I killed one, remember?

Disguised as one of them, I stab the other, then I mimic the corpse I was hiding in the other bushes, falling dead with a dramatic, rattling gasp.

I perfectly mimicked the flavors of chakra of the deceased assassin.

The one assassin left runs to my resting spot, crying.

“No! You weren’t supposed to die. WHYYYY?!?!” he shrieked to the heavens, wailing in heart-broken grief.

He cradled my corpse-like face.

He must have loved this man.

How dumb.

I lift my hand up to his chest and he gasps in happy surprise, thinking that his lover is still alive.

With a forceful press of chakra, I easily overwhelmed his inherent chakra, turning his flesh to glass.

Threads of spun glass extended from his back like an octopus as he gasped, his heart frozen, my forceful push turning the air behind him to glass too.

I wipe off my illusion.

Now I get ramen.