Chinese MC lore? wait I'm not chinese

The guard yawned, his voice groggy. "Why's the next shift twenty minutes late?"

"I don't know…"

"I feel something… ominous. Can't explain it," he muttered, glancing back casually—only to freeze. His partner was lying flat on the ground.

"Tch. Told him not to drink and run off to brothels," he scoffed, just before a sharp pain split through his senses.

In a single blink, his vision shifted. He was falling—outside the village wall.

His eyes fluttered to the spot he had just been standing. A headless body lay there.

His head was severed.

The light faded from his eyes as blood pooled beneath him.

Meanwhile, Haruto swiftly arranged the headless corpse into a natural resting pose, placing it back at its post. The other guard, the first one Haruto had taken out, now stood upright—positioned to deceive anyone who looked.

From the west watchtower, the other guards scanned lazily. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

One of them leaned forward, stretching, and sighed. "Ahhh... now that feels—huh?"

He didn't get to finish.

His body split diagonally from shoulder to hip in a clean, silent slice. Haruto stood behind him, blade glistening, held at a slight upward angle, just enough to avoid dragging sound from the wind.

"En—!" another tried to call out.

Too late.

His head flew from his shoulders, spiraling over the wall and vanishing into the dark canopy.

A northern guard, noticing the strange silence to the east, raised his voice.

"Hey! Hazu!"

No reply. The form didn't move.

"Enemy attack!" he roared.

But the warning was barely born before two guards on the southern side were crushed in an instant—bodies pulped like butter under immense force, their remains scattered in streaks.

Haruto, now infused with the faint red glow of Kurama's chakra, blurred into view. He slit another man's throat with surgical precision. Blood bubbled from the wound as the man clawed at Haruto's cloak, only to slump dead moments later.

"Where the heck...are reinforcements?...'' saying that the second guard fainted in pure terror. Haruto looked at him with disdain.

"Who the hell made you guys guards?"

He scoffed and killed the unconscious man, propping him up to look like he was still on patrol.

Then, donning one of the fallen guards' cloaks, Haruto entered the town—slipping into Kusahana unnoticed. Under a Transformation

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The village was deceptively peaceful.

Children played. Elderly fed pigeons from stone benches. Vendors shouted about fresh produce while adults moved crates, carried scrolls, and went about their work.

Haruto's sharp gaze caught a teenage boy—no older than sixteen—sneaking into the nearby forest. Without hesitation, Haruto followed.

What he saw didn't stir his heart.

The boy was kneeling before a rabbit nest, offering scraps of bread to a trembling, injured hare.

"There… I only have this much," he whispered gently. The large rabbit, clearly the parent, nuzzled his hand weakly.

The boy smiled.

Haruto stepped forward and slammed his palm against the boy's shoulder. Blood gushed out as the boy collapsed instantly.

"I hit his major veins—his heart won't get the flow it needs anymore," Haruto muttered, coldly examining the body. He glanced at the rabbits. "Poor things."

Sorrow briefly flickered in his eyes.

Then he transformed, taking the boy's appearance, and left the forest.

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"What the fuck were you doing, Jaru?"

A hand slapped his shoulder hard. Haruto turned to see three boys, all grinning smugly.

"Oh? What's that face?" the fattest one sneered. "You know your sister? Guess where she is now?"

The two others behind him burst into laughter, one making a crude gesture with his fingers, the other licking the air with twisted amusement.

"It'd be satisfying to eat some young flesh, right? Don't worry, I'll let you watch. I'm not heartless."

"Not heartless at all!" the others echoed, chuckling darkly.

Haruto blinked. 'Ouch… I killed the wrong one…'

"Wait a damn second…" Haruto narrowed his eyes. "What the hell did you just say?"

"You deaf, bastard? I said I'll fuck your damn sister!" the fat one snarled—just before Haruto's fist sent him crashing into a tree.

"Poor guy's fate was already sealed…" Haruto muttered, watching the boy groan in pain. "Shit. I feel bad now."

The other two rushed to his aid.

Haruto stood silently, heart heavy.

"I killed an innocent one today… how do I feel about that?" He stared at his hands. His emotions were unclear, but his anger was not.

By all rights, if he was playing the role of her brother... then he had a duty to perform.

But how to save the boy now?

"You're dead, bastard! You forgot you owe us 10,000 ryo!"

"Ten thousand? It was only a D-rank mission," Haruto mumbled.

"You don't know who his father is, huh?! My dad's the ruler here—Arata! Savior of this village! You hit him, and you're dead!"

Haruto's eyes widened slightly. Then black lines cracked across his expression like spiderwebs.

He started to laugh.

Softly.

Then louder.

"Perfect."

Two heads were sliced open instantly—fire engulfed their corpses before anyone could blink.

"Ahhh! He murdered someone!"

A scream echoed.

Haruto turned toward the crowd.

"Oh? Now you see it?"

"This village isn't free. It's bound—shackled—by the powerful," he said, voice steady. "Don't worry. I'll make it pure."

He seized the fat boy by his collar.

"Let me go! My father'll kill you!"

"Kill me? That's a strong word… against someone who accepted a mission to kill your father."

Haruto smiled darkly. "Tell me where my sister is."

"What—?"

Smack!

A gentle slap echoed.

It was enough to reset the boy's entire mind.

"In… in my basement," he whimpered. "I was gonna… gonna rape her…"

Haruto's face darkened like a thundercloud.

"Where's your house?"

The boy, hands trembling, pointed the way.

Moments later, they arrived.

"Wha—how?!"

"Open the door."

Inside, the boy led Haruto down into the basement.

"She's in there…"

Haruto stepped into darkness. His hands shimmered yellow as he cast a Light Style technique—illuminating the room.

And what he saw made even him pause.

A girl, no older than 16.

She wore a dog collar, hands bound to the stone wall, waist strapped down, legs forced apart with shackles. Her body trembled with shame, fear, and exhaustion.

Haruto was 14.

Even for someone like him, this was grotesque.

"Hah! You fell into my trap!" the fat boy laughed from above, locking the door.

Haruto didn't flinch.

He glanced at the girl first.

Using a small Water Style jutsu, he flicked droplets into the air.

She winced, eyes blinking against the light.

Then, instinctively, she screamed, "Don't hit me! Please! I'll do anything!"

Haruto pressed his lips tightly together, uncertain how to respond.

"…Sister?" he said in a soft imitation of the boy's voice.

Her eyes snapped open.

"Br… brother?"

Tears poured down her face.

"Please, leave… he'll hurt you too!"

"What the fuck is happening?" Haruto he said aloud

The girl went silent.

He clenched his fists, his body shaking.

"Is this a fantasy lore… ??"

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Author's Corner

To be honest I didn't knew what to do now, needed some more plot to enlargen the chapters till 50 then I'll continue on Shippuden

And to be honest, my work is taking the life outta me because it's now in high demand, seems like after a month or so I'll be regular on writing

Peace out folks...Oh yeah! I forgot

Would you like a merger of sharingan and rinnegan? If yes I have an absolute Banger!