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❝I'm going home.❞
❝Dude, we're literally in the middle of a war.❞
In a world where an unbothered and overpowered little nine-year-old girl, hidden behind a mask, embarks on daring journeys alongside her self-p...
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The following morning brought an unfamiliar feeling for Karma. She hadn't spent an extended period in the academy since she was six years old, and even then, it had been at the Hokage's insistence that she interact with children her own age before officially becoming a Jounin.
She sighed, recalling the vivid memory of her initial academy experience—a collection of booger-eating six-year-olds. Konohamaru had made a lasting impression on her by picking his nose and promptly eating it.
Although a wig would have been useful for her current mission, all the Hokage had provided was a change of mask and some random clan's uniform. Genya, her brother, had helped her put her hair into two small buns at the base of her head and then practically shoved her out of the house.
"I haven't put much thought into what alias you'll take on, Tanuki," the Hokage said, "but I did give you the Hatake clan's old uniform, so just stick with that, I guess..." The urge to roll her eyes was strong, but she knew better. The Hokage had a knack for making threats, and Karma didn't want to push her luck.
"So you assigned this mission to me without thinking about an alias-" Just as she was about to voice her protest, another ninja burst into the room.
