Bully Lord In the Chunin Exam (NarutoVerse)

Chapter 2: Chapter-2: New Game New Life



The next day, the morning mist clung to the air as Kuro, or rather James trapped in Kurotora Shigeno's body, found himself walking alongside two strangers. Xero, a young man with an eyepatch and an air of smug confidence, and Reika, a red-haired woman with a quiet, knowing smile, flanked him on either side. Despite their casual demeanor, they both had an intensity about them that made James uneasy.

 

He wasn't sure what felt stranger: the fact that he was in what seemed like a world straight out of anime or the fact that he was supposed to play the role of this "Kuro." Back on Earth, he was just James Khan, a regular guy with an interest in martial arts and adventure, but certainly not a shinobi destined for a life-or-death trial like the Chunin Exam.

 

After a breakfast of "mystery stew" — a mix of unidentifiable vegetables and meat that tasted as odd as it looked — James found himself wrestling with the bizarre reality of his new life. Xero and Reika acted as though they'd known him for years, and perhaps they had, but this Kuro they spoke of was just a ghost to James.

 

As they walked, Reika glanced over at him, her lips quirking into a teasing smile. "What's with the brooding, Kuro? You look like someone stole your last bite of breakfast."

 

James forced a half-smile, trying to hide his uncertainty. He was still working through the shock of finding himself in a fictional world, not to mention the revelation that he was expected to take on an identity he barely understood.

 

Back on Earth, James had only been exploring what he thought was an elaborate challenge in the Lamp of Time Dungeon, a place which is a magical item for him. He'd been with fighting with monsters and navigating the winding maze of the dungeon's ninth level, when he'd stumbled onto a hidden trap. In one instant, he was feeling the cool stone beneath his feet, and in the next, the ground gave way, and he was falling.

 

James remembered how time seemed to stretch as he plummeted, an eerie sensation overtaking him as he dropped through the darkness. He had tried to brace himself, but instead of hitting the ground, he found himself enveloped in a strange, suffocating fog, one that tugged at his mind. Everything went blank.

 

Then came that odd mechanical voice:

 

> "[Congratulations! James Khan's brain data was successfully uploaded to Kurotora Shigeno's body.]"

 

By the time he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a rustic room in a foreign body with no dungeon in sight.

 

"Just… lost in thought," he mumbled, unsure if his words sounded natural. He couldn't shake the disorientation of it all. *Who is Kuro? I am not able to remember any of his memory* he thought, frustration gnawing at him. Whoever Kurotora Shigeno was supposed to be, James was certain he had never prepared for a day like this.

 

"Better snap out of it," Xero said with a smirk, his lone visible eye glinting with mischief. "If you're this out of it now, the Chunin Exams will eat you alive. We've got a reputation to keep up, after all."

 

James blinked. "Right… the Chunin Exams." He'd heard of them in the anime—dangerous tests of skill, determination, and survival. *Great,* he thought. *Thrown into a trial I know almost nothing about.*

 

But he couldn't let Xero and Reika see his uncertainty. He was Kuro now, or at least he'd have to pretend to be.

 

"So, you two are... my teammates?" he ventured cautiously.

 

Xero chuckled. "We've been more than teammates, Kuro. We've been practically inseparable. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"

 

Reika raised an eyebrow, her voice carrying a hint of humor. "You really must have hit your head harder than we thought. We've trained together for years. Though I'll admit, you're acting a little... off today."

 

"Just nervous about the Exams," James replied, trying to sound like Kuro. He could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on him. He needed to learn more about this world, fast, and his supposed teammates would be his best resource. For now, he'd play along.

 

They continued walking through the dense forest, the silence broken only by the occasional birdsong or the crunch of leaves underfoot. James couldn't help but be struck by the beauty of his surroundings. Towering trees stretched up to the sky, their branches forming a canopy overhead that dappled the path in patches of sunlight. It was far removed from anything he'd seen back home, yet it held an allure that was oddly calming.

 

Reika suddenly stopped and crouched down, inspecting something on the path. She gestured for them to come closer, her face a mask of concentration. "We're not alone. Look," she whispered, pointing at a set of faint tracks.

 

James squinted, studying the prints in the dirt. They looked human but were oddly spaced, as if whoever made them had been moving at unnatural speeds.

 

"Think it's a scout?" Xero asked, his tone immediately serious.

 

Reika nodded, her expression grim. "Probably. Could be a rival village trying to gather intel before the Exams."

 

James's mind raced. He knew rivalries ran deep between villages in this world, but having that theoretical knowledge was different from experiencing it firsthand. In this place, death wasn't a distant threat; it was an ever-present reality.

 

"Well, whoever it is," Xero said, pulling out a small knife, "we're not going to make it easy for them."

 

James followed suit, instinctively reaching for the kunai he'd found strapped to his belt earlier. The feel of the cool metal in his hand sent a chill down his spine. He'd sparred before, had even faced off in his school's martial arts club, but this was different. This wasn't a controlled fight with rules and regulations or without rules and regulation against school bullies or in the dungeon where he respawn infintely; it was the real thing, with survival at stake.

 

Reika motioned for silence and took the lead, guiding them carefully along the path. They moved slowly, each step calculated and quiet. James did his best to keep up, imitating their practiced movements. His pulse pounded in his ears as he focused on each movement, hyper-aware of the foreignness of this body, of Kuro's unfamiliar reflexes.

 

A rustle in the trees. James tensed, fingers gripping his kunai tighter. He glanced over at Xero, who had his eyepatch lifted slightly, exposing an eye that gleamed unnaturally. James hadn't noticed it before, but the eye had a faint, eerie glow, and he wondered if it was some kind of special ability.

 

They pressed forward, the silence stretching until it felt like a living thing. Finally, they reached a small clearing. There, crouched in the shadows, was a figure cloaked in dark fabric, their headband bearing the symbol of an unknown village. The figure hadn't noticed them yet, seemingly engrossed in sketching something onto a small map.

 

Reika signaled, and they moved in closer, circling the figure to box him in.

 

"Now!" she hissed.

 

Xero lunged first, striking with a fluidity that spoke of years of training. The scout reacted quickly, dodging just in time, but James and Reika were already on him. Their combined attack left the scout off-balance, forced to parry blows from every direction.

 

James found himself moving almost on instinct, his strikes more precise and controlled than he would have expected. His new body responded with a skill he hadn't earned, a muscle memory that belonged to Kuro. He struck out with his kunai, landing a shallow cut on the scout's arm.

 

With a snarl, the scout attempted to escape, weaving through their attacks with surprising agility. But Xero was faster. He moved in a blur, blocking the scout's retreat and bringing him down with a swift blow to the back of the knee.

 

The scout collapsed, panting and glaring up at them with defiance. "You won't get anything out of me," he spat.

 

Reika crouched beside him, a cold smile playing on her lips. "That's fine. We don't need you to talk." She gestured for Xero to check the scout's belongings, who quickly retrieved a small scroll from his bag. Reika examined it, her expression darkening. "This isn't just a random scout. He's been tracking multiple teams," she murmured.

 

James watched in silence, trying to absorb the scene. Here he was, face-to-face with a captured enemy, feeling the tension of a life he hadn't chosen but was now living. This wasn't some thrilling adventure—it was a harsh reality.

 

"Let's go," Xero said, tossing the scroll back to Reika. He turned to James with a wry smile. "See, Kuro? This is what you signed up for. Still think you're not ready?"

 

James gave a tight nod, doing his best to mask his unease. "I'll manage." Inside, though, his thoughts raced. *The level here is comparable to the eighth level of a dungeon... and those monsters were insane.* But he also knew the true potential of this world. What worried him wasn't the strength of his opponents, but whether he could push himself to his limit and actually succeed.

 

The rest of their journey was marked by an uneasy silence. Reika and Xero moved with the alertness of seasoned shinobi, while James tried to follow their lead, keeping his senses sharp and his steps light. He was beginning to understand just how serious the Chunin Exams would be, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.

 

As they approached the village where the exams would take place, the landscape shifted. The dense forest gave way to open fields, and in the distance, James could see the tall, fortified walls of a settlement. Flags fluttered in the breeze, bearing symbols he didn't recognize but which felt strangely familiar.

 

Xero broke the silence, his tone more relaxed. "Here we are, Kuro. Our chance to prove ourselves. Hopefully, I will find hear worthy opponent who can give me a satisfactory fight."

 

Reika nodded, her gaze fixed ahead. "Once we're inside, stay close. The exams aren't the only danger. There'll be others watching, assessing the competition."

 

James nodded, taking it all in. He was walking into the unknown, surrounded by strangers who expected him to be someone he wasn't. Yet as he looked at the village before him, with its towering walls and the thrill of unknown challenges within, he felt a strange determination rising in him. Kuro the James was inwardly excited, "Will I see those Konoha brats! For real!".

 

They crossed the final stretch, stepping through the gates and into the thrumming energy of the village. Shinobi from every corner gathered here, their headbands gleaming, each one sizing up the competition. The air was charged, and James couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline.

 

"Welcome to the real world, Kuro," Reika said softly, her gaze flickering with a mix of excitement and caution.

 

James took a deep breath, steeling himself. *Real world or not,* he thought, *I'll survive this. One way or another. Now that, I think about it, I want to bash those kids face.*


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