I am trying to open my eyes but something is not letting me. I felt something covering my eyes so I tried removing it with my hands but my hands did not respond to me. Even though I wanted to move them but they did not move an inch.

I started to panic… just what is happening to me. Neither can I see nor can I move… move?

Yes… I remember! I was on the verge of death and the lady clad in purple blouse got me up and… and - damn! I don’t remember anything from then on. I must have fainted.

Compared to the earlier condition where my body ached in tons, right now, most of the hellish pain seems to disappear. It is the first time I thanked my stars… or else I might have ended up developing a trauma in that boorish state.

‘I must thank that lady after recovering.’

Feeling soft yet cold hands over my chest, my senses tingled with excitement from the touch.

But the excitement went away as fast as it came when I realized that even though the hands were that of a female but they were fucking inside of my chest…

I wanted to yell and move away from her, but I couldn’t. My hands… my chest… my legs, my complete body was paralyzed. And all I could feel was her fingers - I know you won’t believe when I say it but anyways - her fingers were fucking electrocuting my body.

At first, I felt a bit of tingle and prickle seeing that her touch over my chest was arousing for me… but the case was not as plain as it looked in the first glance.

She was, in reality, sending out thunder shocks into my body. God! What is she doing… somebody stop her. Wait- how the hell is she even able to discharge electric current from her fingers… I wonder. Bring back my thoughts over, it seems to me that my heart somehow seems to accept it. Hell, it even was stimulated from it.

Really I tell you, sometimes it becomes too hard to figure out how your heart works and I have my brain also to worry about. How awful…

Somehow the whole electrocuting session ended after hours of stirring… oh, I somehow wished it never would… Anyways, just as frying my entire body from inside out finished, I heard voices drifting into my ears.

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“So did you find out anything?” I listened to what seemed like a husky male voice, quite mature and a little scary to be honest.

“No! He has absolutely nothing with him, apart from the ‘Kumo’ headband. I don’t know why he has it though,” a girlish voice drifted into my ears… and this voice - aha - it’s the same voice as the girl who I met before falling unconscious. It is definitely her… Yugito, if I remember correctly.

And my suspicion soon turned into reality when I heard the man asking her, “Yugito, what do you think we should do with this guy? I don’t know if he is one of us and to be honest, I don’t want to take any chances,” and he took a pause as I could feel someone staring at me. I felt scared and my senses told me that the future is not looking that bright for me. As worried as I was, the only thing I could do was keep on listening…

But as I was counting my remaining breath, Yugito said, “I don’t think we should kill him. It may not look like it, but his chakra points which are very well suited to become a Shinobi. I believe that training and developing him might prove to be quite fruitful for us. And I am pretty much sure that he is not a spy.”

“Oh, and why are you this confident about him? There must be a reason, right?”

Hey you bastard, the girl said I am not a spy so why don’t you trust her. Do I look like a spy… hell no. I am only fighting a battle with death lying unconscious… at least to you guys - on this bed and you think I am a shitty spy.

Why? What's the reason behind it. Is just the reason that I was found near a pile of dead bodies whose injuries looked like they had gone down fighting a beast.

Why? Why can’t you trust the sweet little girl and trust her for this one time? Tell me…

“Yugito, you are one of the loyal people around and I can’t help but give your opinion a consideration. But at the very least tell me, why do you support this guy?”

“It’s quite simple, to be honest, the reason is that if he really was a spy then who come he got injured so heavily. To add onto that, he was almost on the verge of death. And I think you can sense it with accuracy that he has not trained in Shinobi training or else he would quite have a chakra that we could trace. And on a side note, he… he reminds of him.”

“Oh, silly girl. You already know what happened to him and still… *sigh* anyways, fine. I am allowing this guy to live but on the condition that you are to fully monitor him and spy over him 24*7 until I say so. If he is found guilty, you will have to…” I did not head the rest of his words… or more like I did not want to hear them.

But moving over to what she said - I remind her of ‘him’… now, who is the fucking ‘he’?

“Also let me warn you, the pretty boy face in front of you is achieved through surgery. We don’t know what he looks like and so to recover him we had to repair his facial bones and tendons and very possibly, the face you are seeing now, pretty much, was never his.”

“Yes I remember it, Yondaime”

Yondaime? Is that his name? Quite a strange one… but anyways his voice is quite suitable to this name.

And just as I was thinking further, a name popped up in my heart - The fourth-generation Kage, and adding the ‘Kumo’ band into the mix, along with Yugito, it all added up to one person - A, the Fourth Raikage!

And I lost my conscious once again.

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