This is a new Naruto Fanfic, where the protagonist gets transmigrated as Genma Shiranui right after the Kyuubi Attack. Hope you guys like it.
Naruto : As Genma Shiranui
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Genma exhaled sharply, setting the now-empty sake bottle down with a soft thud before signaling for another. Since the Kyuubi attack—and the death of the Fourth Hokage, his mentor—sake had become one of the few things that offered him a sliver of solace.
"Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?"
He glanced up, eyebrow raised, and found a woman standing beside his table. She wore a red-and-black kimono that hugged her figure in all the right ways. Around 5'6", with a graceful hourglass build, she had pale, milky skin, lush black hair, and striking emerald-green eyes. Full curves and a confident stance—Genma couldn't deny she was beautiful.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. Compliments weren't new to him—he'd had his share of admirers—but it never hurt the ego to hear it again. At seventeen, he'd grown into his looks. Standing at 5'10" after a sudden growth spurt just a month after the Kyuubi attack, his body had sharpened with relentless training. Even in casual civilian clothes, the outlines of his toned chest, arms, and core were hard to miss. His face had shed its boyish roundness, leaving behind a more rugged, masculine edge.
"How could I possibly refuse the company of such a beautiful woman?" Genma said, flashing a disarming smile.
She returned the smile as she took a seat, and he waved down the waiter to order her a drink.
"Thank you," she said, glancing around the tavern with a subtle frown. "It's hard to find good company these days."
Genma followed her gaze and quickly understood what she meant—nearly every man in the room was eyeing her like a wolf would a lone rabbit.
"I can see that," he said, then turned to her with a mock-wounded look. "Though I hope you're not just using me as a human shield."
She let out a soft laugh. "Not entirely," she replied with a teasing glint in her eyes. "You seem like someone who might actually be capable of conversation… without constantly glancing below my face."
"That sounds like a rare skill," Genma said, his signature lazy smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I imagine a woman like you becomes very good at spotting perverts with just a glance."
Genma and the young woman chatted for over an hour. He guided the conversation with practiced ease, asking thoughtful questions about her work and background, while sharing a few amusing tales from his travels—carefully avoiding any mention of his status as a shinobi.
Her name, he learned, was Haruka. She was in town on business, representing a trade delegation from the Land of Snow. That piqued Genma's interest—Snow Country's technology was rumored to be far more advanced than anything else in the elemental nations. Still, he played it cool, never prying too deep.
Between stories, he slipped in subtle compliments, nothing too obvious—just enough to make her blush now and then. The way her cheeks colored every time she smiled in response left Genma quietly pleased with himself.
For her part, Haruka found herself genuinely enjoying the evening. Genma wasn't just charming—he actually listened, and not just with polite nods. He responded with warmth, humor, and the kind of attentiveness she rarely experienced. It was a refreshing change from the usual: men who either dismissed her career in trade as a man's domain or treated her as a conquest.
The sake flowed more freely than usual, but Haruka didn't mind. For once, she felt completely at ease.
When it was time to leave, Genma noticed Haruka swaying slightly as she stood—clearly, the sake had caught up with her. Ever the gentleman, he offered his arm for support and escorted her back toward her hotel.
But, as fate would have it, a peaceful walk through the night with a beautiful woman was too much to ask for. It wasn't long before they were cut off by a group of thugs slinking out from the shadows of an alleyway.
"Well, well, what do we have here, boys?" one of them sneered.
"That's quite the woman you've got there, kid. Don't think you can handle all that," another taunted, eyeing Haruka with a grin that made Genma's skin crawl.
"Be smart," said the third, drawing a crude knife. "Hand over the woman and anything valuable, and maybe we won't leave you bleeding in the gutter."
Though unsteady on her feet, Haruka was lucid enough to recognize the threat. She instinctively pressed closer to Genma, her fingers clutching at his sleeve.
Genma exhaled, long and slow. Why did every lowlife in the world seem to think they were the main character in a bad story? Without a word, he formed a quick seal. A shadow clone materialized beside him, catching Haruka gently as she staggered.
With the woman secure, Genma turned his full attention toward the grinning thugs—expression unreadable, eyes sharp as a kunai.
"Alright then," he muttered. "Let's make this quick."
Genma appeared in front of the first thug in a blur, driving a solid punch straight into the man's solar plexus. The force of the blow sent the thug flying backward down the street, ribs cracking audibly as he landed in a heap.
The remaining goons froze for a heartbeat, startled—then rage twisted their faces, and they rushed him.
The one with the knife lunged, aiming for Genma's side, but Genma sidestepped with casual grace. He grabbed the man's wrist mid-strike and drove a sharp blow into the elbow joint. A sickening crack echoed through the alley as the thug collapsed, screaming in pain.
Genma didn't pause. He spun sharply, delivering a brutal snap kick to the next attacker's knee. The man dropped instantly, shrieking, only to be silenced by a swift chop to the neck that sent him crumpling to the ground.
Just like that, it was over.
Genma turned back toward Haruka, who was watching him with wide eyes—equal parts awe, admiration, and… something far more heated.
"Are you alright?" he asked, walking over with calm composure.
"Thanks to you," she purred, sliding her hand around his arm and pressing it against the soft curves of her chest.
Genma cleared his throat and tried not to focus on that. With quiet efficiency, he guided her through the dim streets to the hotel she'd pointed out earlier and walked her up to her room.
"Thank you for escorting me, Genma-kun," Haruka said, her voice low and sultry.
Genma scratched the back of his head and gave her a sheepish grin. "Heh, it was nothing. Just doing the right thing."
Haruka leaned in closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him in until her lips nearly brushed his. Her smile turned wickedly seductive.
"Mmm, I think such gallant behavior deserves a proper reward," she whispered.
A shiver shot down Genma's spine as her breath ghosted over his mouth. He felt a tightness forming below.
"What kind of re—?" he began, voice catching.
His question was silenced before it could leave his lips.
Haruka leaned in and kissed him—soft at first, yet undeniably confident. For a moment, Genma stood frozen, surprised by the sudden intimacy. He'd kissed women before, sure, but it had always been him making the first move.
Then instinct took over.
His hesitation melted away as he kissed her back, their lips molding together in a slow, deepening rhythm. When Haruka let out a soft moan, Genma teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. She parted them willingly, granting him entry, and he explored her mouth with growing boldness, arms winding around her waist to pull her closer. Her breath hitched as she leaned into him, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
They stumbled into her room moments later, lips never parting, hands roaming. Genma pressed her against the wall, his mouth trailing down to her neck—kissing, nibbling, biting gently until she gasped and clung to him, grinding against the undeniable heat growing between them.
Clothes fell away in a blur of motion and sighs, tossed carelessly to the floor. By the time they reached the bed, both were lost in the haze of mutual desire. There was no awkwardness—only heat, only want. Haruka pulled him down to her with a need that mirrored his own, her breath hot against his skin.
As he moved over her, Genma had one fleeting, lucid thought before everything else was consumed by the fire between them.
Thank Kami I memorized that anti-pregnancy jutsu from the medical scroll…
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Genma stifled a groan as sunlight filtered through the curtains, hitting his eyes with irritating precision. He blinked against the brightness, his vision slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar ceiling above him. A flicker of confusion sparked in his chest—this wasn't his room.
Panic threatened to rise, but he forced himself to breathe and think. His memory was a little foggy, fragments of the previous night swimming into focus. The last clear moment he recalled was walking Haruka back to her apartment. And then…
A soft sigh reached his ears—content, sleepy. Something warm and soft nuzzled closer against his chest. Genma tilted his head down and saw a cascade of tousled black hair pressed against him.
And just like that, it all came back.
His cheeks flushed as flashes of the night replayed in his mind—Haruka's kiss, the hungry way they'd clung to each other, and everything that followed. He remembered the way they'd tumbled into bed, driven by mutual desire, losing themselves in each other for what must have been hours. Four, at least, if his foggy internal clock was anything to go by.
He was still a little stunned. Not just because last night had been his first time, but because of how natural it had felt—how good. And, well, he couldn't help but be a little proud of his stamina.
A sleepy groan stirred against him, and Haruka shifted in his arms, lifting her head slightly to rub at her eyes. Her emerald gaze was still drowsy as she blinked up at him.
"Good morning, Haruka-chan," Genma said carefully, hoping for the best. Part of him braced for impact. You could never be sure how someone might react the morning after—especially when alcohol had been involved.
Would she remember?
Would she regret it?
Would she… slap him?
He held his breath.
Haruka looked at him for a long moment, and Genma braced himself. He half-expected to be greeted by the legendary female fist of fury. Instead, she gave him a slow, sultry smile.
"Good morning to you too, Genma-kun," she said, voice teasing. "I hope you enjoyed last night."
He let out a silent breath of relief, a grin spreading across his face. "I had a very good time," he replied smoothly. "I hope you did too."
Her answer was a searing kiss that quickly deepened, turning into a heated little make-out session. Genma almost forgot about the world beyond the four walls of her room—until the sun's position reminded him of reality. If he didn't leave soon, he'd be late getting back to Konoha.
Not wanting to just slip out without a word, he decided to show his appreciation properly. While one of his clones discreetly handled the rumpled sheets, he headed into her small kitchen to whip up breakfast.
It was nothing fancy—eggs, bacon, and French toast with a glass of orange juice—but the way Haruka devoured it made him feel like he'd served a five-star feast.
"This is incredible," she said between bites, eyes lighting up. "I swear, this is the best breakfast I've ever had."
Genma chuckled. Cooking was a hobby he'd picked up recently, and he'd quickly discovered he had a knack for it. Blending spices, balancing flavors—it came naturally. What he considered an average meal was apparently divine to others.
When breakfast was over, he helped clear the dishes, then turned to her with a smile. "Thanks for everything," he said, leaning in to press one last intimate kiss to her lips. "Last night was… unforgettable."
Haruka smiled back, her fingers brushing lightly down his arm. "Don't be a stranger, Genma-kun."
With a final grin, he headed off to his own hotel to gather his things, the taste of her kiss still lingering on his lips—and a little spring in his step.
Back in his hotel room, Genma sighed and mentally called 'Status'
Name: Genma Shiranui
Age: 17
Chakra Capacity: 49200/49200 (Jonin)
Strength: 110/500
Endurance: 160/500
Durability: 110/500
Agility: 110/500
Chakra Control: 199/500
Taijutsu: 175/500
Ninjutsu: 195/500
Genjutsu: 100/500
Bukijutsu: 150/500
Fuinjutsu: 160/500
Chakra Affinities:
Fire (Advanced)—Master of Fire Chakra nature.
Lightning (Adept)—Know five Lightning-style ninjutsu.
Water (Adept)—Know five Water-style ninjutsu.
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