Kenji Akio

I was running through the forest, literally running for my life. If that merchant's bodyguards caught up with me, I was as good as dead. Chances were that there would be at least one chunin among them. (ninja were divided into genin, chunin and jonin in the increasing order of strength).

I was 18 years old and still a genin. I wouldn't stand a chance against a squad led by a chunin. Why was I a genin at this age? Because I was weak and had a meagre chakra pool. I never wanted to be a ninja in the first place. But, being born in the Kenji clan in our shitty little hidden village meant that I didn't really get a say in the matter.

Our hidden ninja village was known as the hidden lotus village. I'd always thought the village should be named as Hidden dicks village, because that's exactly what the elders of the village were. Even though our village was located at the ass end of nowhere in a small country that had no real power in the continent, the elders had no shortage of misplaced pride.

I was deemed as an outcast by them for my healthy attitude towards sexuality. The fact that I was openly bisexual was just the cherry on top of the dessert of disgust I represented for them. Ninja were emotionless tools that were to be used by the village. That was the philosophy they lived by.

The only reason they hadn't outright murdered me was because of the value of our clan's kekkei genkai. (kekkei genkai, or bloodline limit is a technique or characteristic that is unique to certain clan members). There were very powerful kekkei genkai like that of the Uchiha and Hyuga Clan's, but ours was one of the most useless. Kekkei genkai in name only. A shitty kekkei genkai was still a kekkei genkai.

My kekkei genkai was the ability to perform a special transformation jutsu.

The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

While a Normal transformation jutsu allowed you to mimic your physical appearance for a short period of time while consuming your chakra, my transformation allowed me to change form and while in the transformed state, I had the option to completely turn off my chakra signature.

And I could stay in the transformed state almost indefinitely until I dispelled the jutsu.

Even the best sensory ninja wouldn't be able to tell me apart from a civilian.

But, as soon as I try any jutsu or use the slightest bit of chakra, I can be sensed. It's great for infiltration where civilians are allowed, but you couldn't really do anything once you'd infiltrated without sending up the equivalent of a chakra flare.

Like I said, a largely useless kekkei genkai. But, to hear my father tell of it you'd think we were running around with

the best skill set. He's fond of lecturing me to uphold the Clan's pride and not to bring embarrassment with my perverted and sexually deviant ways.

The Clan's pride my ass. Our clan was infamous for infiltrating civilian refugees during war and carrying out attacks. Thousands of refugees were denied amnesty and died a gruesome death thanks to our clan. That was the real legacy of our kekkei genkai.

Our village was nowhere close enough to the power of even a moderate hidden village of a small nation. But, that didn't stop the village elders from having egos that rivalled the Kages. ( The heads of the 5 most powerful hidden villages).

This leads them to pick missions without proper risk analysis and sending genin like me to do it, like what happened today. It wasn't by skill, but by sheer luck that I survived today. I couldn't keep doing this. I'd end up in a grave before long.

Fuck being a ninja, fuck my village and fuck my father. I was gonna live and die on my own terms. The only question that remained was where to go. The hidden leaf village had managed to come out ahead in the last three great ninja wars. They had capable ninjas who protected the land of fire. I just had to find a good town away from too many ninjas.

I took off my forehead protector and tossed it to the side of the road as I made my way to the land of fire.