Ninja Academy. The lecture was droning on, deadlier than a paper bomb.
In the back corner, Akabane Kurama wasn't listening.
His head was down. His hand was a blur.
The ink on the page was wet, glistening under the classroom lights.
He wasn't taking notes. He was creating a masterpiece.
But this wasn't just any drawing. It was a vision of the future.
And the subject? The blonde girl sitting two rows ahead.
"Akabane... let me see," a hushed, desperate whisper came from his left.
It was Jiraiya. The future Toad Sage was already a degenerate. His eyes were glued to the sketchbook, practically vibrating.
"Wait," Akabane murmured, shading a specific curve on the paper. "The shading on the chest needs to be perfect."
"You're a god," Jiraiya drooled. "Is that... is that Tsunade? But she looks... bigger."
"It's her future," Akabane smirked, adding a final, glossy highlight to the character's heavy chest. "The Fifth Hokage. In a hot spring. Dropping her towel."
[Ding! Emotional Stimulation detected from Target: Jiraiya.][Points +1]
The System notification flashed in Akabane's retina.
Suddenly, a commotion.
"What are you two perverts whispering about?"
A hand slammed onto the desk.
Tsunade. The real one. Flat-chested (for now), angry, and cute as hell.
But as her eyes landed on the drawing, she froze.
In the sketch, the adult Tsunade was blushing, steam rising off her skin, looking back over her shoulder with a look of pure, surrender-filled ecstasy.
The real Tsunade gasped. Her hands flew to her chest.
She didn't know why, but for a split second, she felt a phantom sensation. A heat. A sudden sensitivity on her skin, exactly where the ink touched the paper.
Her face turned atomic red.
"You... You..."
Wham!
She punched Jiraiya square in the face.
"Pervert!"
The class fell silent.
Akabane coughed violently, clutching his chest. His face paled.
The Kurama Clan curse. Immense spiritual energy, garbage physical body. He was a glass cannon.
He leaned back, gasping for air.
[System Status]
Host: Akabane Kurama
Body: 3 (Pathetic)
Spirit: 34 (Elite)
Points: 27
Goal: 30 Points to unlock [Five Senses Manipulation].
"Three points," Akabane thought, wiping blood from his lip. "I need three more points to fix this broken body."
He needed a bigger reaction. He needed a bigger target.
"Akabane. Bring that here."
The Shadow Teacher, Sarutobi Nen-ichi, stood over him.
The class held its breath. Confiscation meant death.
Akabane handed over the sketchbook.
The teacher frowned, ready to scold him for doodling. Then, he looked at the page.
He saw the Hot Spring scene.
He saw the impossible detail. The steam. The water droplets running down the valleys of the future Hokage's skin.
The teacher's eyes widened. His pupils dilated.
A flush crept up the older man's neck. He coughed awkwardly, trying to hide the sketchbook from the rest of the class.
"This is... uh... highly detailed artistic practice," the teacher stammered, his voice cracking.
He didn't give it back. He tucked it into his flak jacket. Close to his heart.
[Ding! High-Level Stimulation detected from Target: Chunin Teacher.][Points +2]
[Ding! Target is fantasizing.][Points +1]
Jackpot.
Akabane grinned. The old pervert liked it.
[Current Points: 30]
He didn't hesitate.
"System. Unlock Bloodline Limit: Five Senses Manipulation."
[Processing...]
A surge of electric heat exploded in Akabane's brain.
The world sharpened.
He could hear the teacher's accelerated heartbeat. He could smell the faint scent of jasmine shampoo from Tsunade's hair. He could feel the friction of clothes on skin... everyone's skin.
He looked at Tsunade again.
She was squirming in her seat, crossing her legs, looking around in confusion. The drawing was in the teacher's jacket, but the effect was lingering.
She felt watched. She felt... touched.
Akabane picked up his pen.
If a simple drawing could do that... what happens if I draw a sequel?