NARUTO: THE UNSCIENTIFIC NINJA
The Second Shinobi World War began in blood and smoke.
I found myself assigned to a three-man cell on the front lines.
One teammate was Namikaze Minato, a quiet prodigy already whispered about among jōnin commanders.
The other was Uchiha Fugaku, heir to the Uchiha clan, his Sharingan gleaming like twin embers beneath his forehead protector.
And me?
Nishikawa Tetsu — a logistics researcher from the Konoha Scientific Corps, pulled into combat duty because war devours everyone.
Minato glanced at the spinning shuriken I had just launched — not thrown, guided, its trajectory bending unnaturally in midair.
“…Tetsu,” he said softly, “how did you alter its flight path after release?”
I adjusted my headband where glasses would normally sit.
“Wind resistance ratios and chakra micro-injection,” I replied. “Aerodynamics.”
Fugaku clicked his tongue.
“If you slow us down on the battlefield, I’ll leave you behind.”
Ten minutes later, an Iwagakure jōnin raised a wall of earth to crush us.
I clapped my hands, releasing a compressed packet of destabilized chakra dust.
The wall disintegrated into drifting grit.
The jōnin followed.
Silence.
Fugaku stared at the fading dust cloud, Sharingan slowly spinning.
“…Interesting,” he murmured.
Minato, meanwhile, smiled like he’d discovered a new puzzle.
Later, the rumor spread through camp:
“Uchiha Fugaku has begun practicing chakra micro-manipulation.”
“Namikaze Minato keeps asking strange scientific questions.”
And somewhere in the records, this tale would be labeled:
“The Researcher Who Taught Monsters New Tricks.”
There are no tragedies here.
No fallen heroes.
No broken clans.
When the final battle comes, even Kaguya Ōtsutsuki meets her end beneath a barrage of prototype sealing arrays and chakra-conductive weapons.
Everyone survives.
A high-speed, high-brilliance, absolutely unhinged shinobi science war story.
