Chapter 4: The Corner No One Sees

Meanwhile, from behind a nearby tree… Hinata still stood quietly, her cheeks pink, the ribbon clutched in her hand — the one she had picked up after the bullies ran away.

Otis was dusting off his hands, thinking about how Naruto's scent still lingered on them. Naruto, meanwhile, spun in circles, trying to reset his brain after being rotated like a windmill.

Then—

he heard soft footsteps and the air shifted 

He turned his head.

A man stood ten feet away, wrapped in grey flak armor and wearing the white symbol of the Hyuga clan on his shoulder. He had pale eyes. Sharp jaw with His hair tied in a topknot.

"Lady Hinata," the man said firmly.

She froze.

"Your presence is required. Immediately."

Naruto blinked. "Whoa, who's that guy?"

Otis didn't answer.

The Hyuga shinobi walked forward. He looked at Hinata, then — briefly, calculatingly — at Otis.

And then silence as he turned to hinata

"You are not injured, I assume?" he asked Hinata.

She shook her head. "No, I'm… fine."

He nodded once. Then looked at otis there was no malice in his gaze, but he looks to be calculating something in his head and then he asked

"Are you the one who intervened?"

Otis didn't flinch. "She was being harassed."

"You beat them?"

Otis didn't answer.

He simply met his eyes, calm and unblinking.

"…I touched them." he said seriously

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A pause.

On the side naruto was trying his hardest not to laugh, his face becoming as red as tomato

Hinata was looking down with her lips slightly upturned

The shinobi's eyes narrowed a fraction.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds.

Then—

"You're an academy student?"

Otis nodded.

"I see."

The man turned to Hinata.

"We're leaving."

Hinata hesitated. She looked at Otis — just for a moment.

"...Thank you."

Otis gave a slow nod.

The Hyuga didn't acknowledge him further.

he turned to leave with Hinata trailing behind him

Naruto leaned in as they walked away.

"…Dude. Are you gonna get arrested?"

Otis let out a breath.

"…shut up."

***

The morning mist still hung low over the village when Otis stepped out of his apartment.

He didn't wear a jacket. He never needed one — he'd confirmed years ago that his body was slightly resistant to temperature changes.

The streets of Konoha were quiet this early, Market stalls were not opened, birds only just beginning their song.

He walked with his usual rhythm, his feet finding their path out of habit. He passed the training yards, the main roads, through a narrow space between two storage buildings.

In The corner of village A small abandoned hut if you can call it that even though its has only a single room which is worn out because of time and its roof is leaking water, a river is flowing beside it 

Otis had found it by accident months ago.

Now it was his, he'd decided to make it his training ground.

There was a single wide tree with its roots dug deep into the riverbank. A flat patch of dry earth. A gentle slope down, and some round stones worn by years of flowing water.

 There was only silence and peace, the air was so pure on this planet that Otis can say for sure, that in his previous life he might as well be breathing shit, no cars no pollution and no construction noise

Just the sound of the river.

Otis set his bag down.

The stones here were perfect — and they are heavy about 20 kg each

He picked one up, holding it like he was calculating something in his head. The river wind ran across his face. He took a deep breath.

Then — throw.

CRACK.

The rock struck the center of a stump across the bank. Bark flew.

He didn't smile.

He picked up another.

Throw.

Thud.

Missed by an inch.

He nodded. "Again."

Throw.

Thud.

Not enough strength

"Again"

Next came his usual drills.

He lifted a log he had rolled here weeks ago — an old fallen trunk,it was heavy and perfect for strength training

He lifted it cleanly over his head and holding it

Veins stood out in his arms. Muscles rippled like stone 

He held it.

One minute.

Two.

Then down — slowly

Then the balance drills.

He walked the flat stones at the river's edge with a boulder in hand — breathing slowly and at a steady pace.

If he slipped, the stone would pull him down into the current.

The final part was the throwing line.

Seven sandbags tied to tree branches, swaying gently in the wind. Each marked with paint: red, blue, green.

He picked three pebbles.

Held them.

Throw. Throw. Throw.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Three down. Two mid-air. One spinning.

Otis exhaled.

Sat down near the water, his arms resting on his knees, as he was watching the sun sink low

The river hummed beside him with soft wind gently blowing and the scent of moss

He was out of breath.

This was his place. It wasn't given to him. No rent.

Found. Made. Owned.

from a cliff above a tree a shinobi crouched behind a tree — a Chūnin scout. She had been ordered by the Third Hokage to observe all fourth-year students for potential Jonin team placements after graduation.

She scribbled into her journal.

"Otis — Academy student. Civilian. Exceptional control. Extreme physical power. Trains alone by the river."

She paused her writing and Looked again.

"He doesn't use chakra," she murmured to herself.

Then frowned.

"...So where is all that power coming from?"

She stood and turned to leave towards the Hokage Tower.

She never saw the figure behind her.

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High above, in the trees beyond the clearing — unmoving— stood another figure, he was wearing a Black cloak with High collar and No visible headband. 

Without making any sound only breathing and watching, He doesn't have any expression on his face

Just observation.

Below, Otis stood again and hurled another stone — it whistled through the air and cracked a target clean in two.

The figure's eyes narrowed behind his mask.

The file had been sparse:

"No clan. No chakra signature. No record of kekkei genkai. Unusual growth."

But how?

He reached into his coat. Pulled out a black scroll and wrote without making any sound

"Otis. Age 10. Civilian. Trains outside, near the river

Physical strength: exceptional.

Isolation: complete.

Emotional state: stable.

Recommend: observation extended. Possible conditioning candidate.

Note: No known family. No witnesses."

He rolled the scroll tight. It vanished into a hidden pouch 

The figure melted into the forest.

Otis picked up another stone.

Throw.

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