Chapter 11: I Made a Genjutsu

Chapter 11: I Made a Genjutsu



Thirty Days Later

The days passed in a blur of training and sleepless nights spent in my Mind Palace, crafting, discarding, and refining countless genjutsu ideas. It wasn't a matter of not having enough inspiration. The real challenge was creating something new-something that would genuinely change the way shinobi thought about illusions.

I spent hours poring over my mental library, recalling my life on Earth, my expertise in the brain.

My approach had always been unconventional-never settling for what was possible, always pushing the boundaries. My standards have always been high, even back on Earth, so I would never settle for anything other than perfection.

From being my class valedictorian to receiving a full scholarship to the Geneva Institute of Medical Sciences-the highest-rated medical school in the world-I've never settled for average. By the time I graduated, I had already published groundbreaking research on neuroplasticity.

Then, there were the awards. A residency at John Hopkins, where I performed my first solo brain surgery at twenty-five, the youngest in the hospital's history.

By thirty-five, I was sought after by royalty, celebrities, and even governments for procedures no one else dared attempt. Innovation was my specialty. Reinvention was in my blood.

Ideas flooded my mind. A genjutsu that induced phantom pain. Another that could strip away all sound, isolating the target in complete silence.

I even played with the idea of a genjutsu that could implant a mental map of an area directly into someone's brain or allow me to record everything I saw and experienced, like Ulquiorra's "Solita Vista."

But none of those were enough—at least not now. Not with what was going on in the world.

And then it hit me.

A genjutsu that allowed silent communication. It wasn't true telepathy, of course (I'd develop that another time), but it could simulate the effect, allowing users to "speak" without being overheard, without sound. I called it Whisper-simple, efficient, and exactly what the ninja world needed.

It would change how shinobi operated on missions, especially during wartime. I had a dozen other ideas ready, but I'd start with this one. It was the most practical and the least likely to give Akira a heart attack. I'd save those others for later.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Akira lounged in the garden of the Yamanaka library, sipping the new matcha blend I'd created for her last week. I'd been experimenting with different brewing techniques- tweaking ratios and temperatures. It seemed to have paid off. She was addicted to the stuff.

"So, let's see what you got, boy?" She looked completely relaxed, her rocking chair creaking as she pushed gently back and forth, watching me over the rim of her teacup.

I stood before her, hands ready, my mind calm. "Hai," I replied, stepping forward. I began to weave the hand signs deliberately, giving her time to observe my process.

Hand signs were the backbone of any jutsu. They shaped the flow of chakra, like a musician playing notes on an instrument. It took quite a bit of time to figure out which combination of signs would bring out the exact effect I wanted, but through trial and error, I figured it out.

Rat Monkey Dragon Snake → Tiger.

With the last sign, I directed my chakra into the genjutsu and locked eyes with Akira-for a bit of flair. The moment the technique took hold, I spoke, my voice echoing directly into her mind.

"Hello, Akira-sama. There is no actual sound involved in this technique."

Her teacup froze halfway to her lips. Her eyes widened slightly, scanning my face in confusion. Then, as the realization hit her, she stiffened.

"I call it 'Whisper,"" I continued in the same calm, soundless voice that mirrored my own. "I'm creating auditory illusions directly in your mind. No one else can hear this but you."

She didn't move for a moment, just stared, eyes narrowing in concentration. Slowly, she set the teacup down and stood up, her entire demeanor shifting from calm to something more serious-sharper, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

"Boy..." She walked towards me, eyes scanning every inch of me like I was a puzzle to be solved. "This... Do you understand what you've just created?"

without breaking a sweat."

Her eyes sharpened. "This could change a lot of things."

"... Does that mean I've earned my fuinjutsu training?" I asked.

She laughed. It was the first time I heard her make such a sound. It was uncharacteristically

light. "Yes, boy. You've earned it. Come back tomorrow, and we'll start on fuinjutsu."

As she got up to leave, her gaze softened, just for a moment. "And Satoshi... don't show this jutsu to anyone else yet."

I nodded, watching her go. The birds chirped overhead, and the wind rustled through the trees

as the garden returned to its quiet serenity.

The jutsu worked, and I'd just cracked open a new door in the world of shinobi warfare. But for

now, there was something else on my mind.

Lunch.

It had taken nearly a year of pleading, but Mom finally allowed me to cook a full meal. She was overly cautious about it for some reason-maybe the idea of me handling knives and open flames unnerved her more than me flinging shuriken.

But today, I was going to make pizza. Real pizza.

I grinned as I walked toward the grocery store.

So, what were the ingredients for that recipe again?

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[A/N] Satoshi's first self-made jutsu. What a guy.

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"Who's ready for some tasty food?" Satoshi asked.

Taro raised his hand, bouncing in his seat. "Me, Me, Me!"

How good is Satoshi's cooking? Guess we'll find out next time on... Yeah, you already know ;)