All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
If Bakugo expected that when he returned to Konoha the Hokage was going to start giving him complicated missions... then he was completely wrong. They went back to doing D-rank missions, which Bakugo vulgarly called "shitty jobs . "
The only good thing about returning to Konoha for Bakugo was that he could once again eat the super spicy and delicious dishes at Ichiraku's. The downside was that he would also have to see Ayame. The last time he saw her, he received a hard slap on the cheek for no reason, in the ash-blonde's opinion. Luckily for him, since it had been over a month since that incident, Ayame no longer seemed upset and greeted him with a tight hug. The antisocial Katsuki Bakugo didn't know if it was worse to be greeted with a hug or to be slapped.
Several months passed, with the team completing seven D-rank missions. But Bakugo didn't completely waste his time. He always carried the heavy Kubikiribōchō on his back on missions. Even if he didn't wield it, the mere act of carrying 30 kilos every day built his muscles and gave him greater physical endurance.
Two weeks after Sakura, the youngest member of the team, turned 13, an unusual event occurred. The unusual thing wasn't that Kakashi arrived three hours late to the meeting point, but the fact that when he arrived, the jonin received a scroll from a falcon.
"BASTARD, SON OF A BITCH!" Bakugo yelled, a vein popping out in his forehead. "I can tolerate you always being late. I can even tolerate us working shitty jobs. WHAT I CAN'T TOLERATE IS YOU CALLING US HERE AND READING THAT SCROLL THAT STUPID BIRD THROWN AT YOU!"
"Shit. Bakugo is a foul-mouthed guy, but he's partially right," Sasuke thought, an image of Haku flashing through his mind. "There are plenty of ninjas out there capable of defeating me, and instead of training, I'm wasting my time on these crappy missions."
"Huh? Were you saying something, Bakugo?" Kakashi said after reading the scroll. Bakugo's murderous intent was stopped by Sakura. "You're off today. I have some errands to run." After saying that, she vanished in a puff of smoke.
—NEXT TIME I SEE HIM, I'LL KILL HIM! —Bakugo threatened in the air.
"Stop acting like a kid, Bakugo!" Sakura scolded him, hitting him on the head.
"I'm going home," Sasuke announced, his hands in his pockets.
"Huh?" Sakura said. "Wait, Sasuke-kun! I'm going with you! So we can practice our teamwork together, just the two of us!"
"You're just as much of a pain as Bakugo," Sakura said without turning to look at her. This felt to Sakura like someone had thrown a 100-kilo stone at her. "Instead of bothering me, why don't you practice your jutsus and perfect them? Truth be told, you're worse than Bakugo... He's also a pain, but at least he's not as useless as you." The 100-kilo stone transformed into a one-ton one.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CALLING A PAINFUL BASTARD?" Bakugo yelled. But he was completely ignored by Sasuke, who walked home without another word. Sakura stared at the floor, completely devastated. "What the hell is wrong with you, big forehead?"
"Sasuke is right..." Sakura said sadly. "I'm the one who contributes the least to missions..."
—Mmm... Well, keeping that dry face isn't going to change the situation. All you have to do is train until every fucking muscle in your fucking body hurts. —Bakugo argued.
"You're right! From now on...!" Sakura's speech was interrupted by a child's voice.
"Hey you!" shouted a boy of about 8 years old wearing a scarf.
He was accompanied by a boy and a girl his age. The boy looked like he had a cold, as snot was running from his nose. The girl's cheeks were flushed and her hair was tied back in two pigtails.
"Huh?" Bakugo turned his head, raising an eyebrow in surprise at those three children.
"You're welcome, blondie! I challenge you to a duel!" the boy said, pointing at him.
"I hate kids so much..." Bakugo whispered, clenching his fist.
"Do you know them, Bakugo?" Sakura asked, interested.
"I've come across so many extras in my life, I wouldn't know what to say," Bakugo said.
"You didn't know us! But today you'll remember us as the one who defeated you and his two friends! I'm Konohamaru!" the boy introduced himself.
"And I'm Udon!" the booger boy introduced himself.
"And I'm the beautiful Moegi!" The girl was the last to introduce herself.
"And when we're all together, we're Konohamaru's ninja team!" the three of them said at once, striking a ridiculous pose.
"I'm going to teach these extras a lesson," Bakugo said, his vein popping out and making mini explosions.
"Wait a minute, Bakugo," Sakura said, grabbing her partner to stop him. "Um," Sakura tried to remember his name. "Konohamaru, right?" The boy nodded. "Why do you want to challenge Bakugo, Konohamaru?"
"I wanted to challenge the Hokage to take his title. But he told me he'd only accept my challenge if I could defeat a grumpy blond man with a greatsword," Konohamaru explained. "That can only be you!"
"Did Naruto's father tell you that?" Sakura asked, surprised.
"That bastard son of a bitch," Bakugo cursed. "Not only does he send me shitty errands, but now he's sending me impertinent brats."
"Get ready to bite the dust!" Konohamaru said, running towards Bakugo. "YAAAAAAAAA!" He jumped up, trying to hit Bakugo with a kick in the air.
The blond man dodged it by stepping to the left. As he dodged, he punched a 5'11" (1.65 m) tall man in the stomach, his face painted, wearing a black full-body suit with a red and yellow circle on the front. He also wore a black hood with cat ears, a sand shield on his forehead, gloves, and a large bandaged object on his back.
The kick was so weak that it caused Konohamaru to bounce and fall to the ground.
"That hurts, brat," said the stranger, hands in his pockets.
He was accompanied by a girl with blonde hair tied in four pigtails, blue-green eyes, who was a couple of inches taller than Bakugo and had blue-green eyes. Her clothing consisted of a fishnet shirt, a short, short-sleeved lilac dress over it, and a red ribbon tied at the waist. She also wore fishnet stockings on her lower right leg and upper left leg, in addition to wearing her sand ninja protector around her neck. Like her companion, she carried a large object on her back, but unlike the boy, it was impossible to determine exactly what the girl's was, it was undoubtedly a large fan.
The strange guy took his right hand out of his pocket and grabbed Konohamaru by the scarf, making him have his feet in the air.
"That hurt, you little shit!" the strange guy said.
"Ughhh," Konohamaru complained, his neck aching.
"Leave him alone, Kankuro, or you know you'll pay for it later," his companion commented.
"It was an accident," Sakura tried to calm things down.
"Who could these people be?" Sakura thought worriedly.
"Hey, I was the one who was going to teach this kid a lesson. Get in line, you bastard mummy," Bakugo said in a threatening tone.
Kankuro noticed Bakugo's blade guard.
"These are Konoha genin," Kankuro thought, with a smile that hid the fact that he was up to something.
"Isn't that a bit big a sword for you, blondie?" the unknown girl asked.
"Look who was talking. Your fan isn't exactly a toy, bitch," Bakugo retorted.
"Doesn't he understand the gravity of the situation? He always makes things worse!" Sakura thought, annoyed with Bakugo.
"What did you call me, brat?" said the girl, very angry and taking a step closer to Bakugo.
You heard me, you deaf bitch. —Bakugo didn't let that intimidation creep him out and took a step toward her.
Even though the girl appeared to be a couple of years older than Bakugo, they were practically the same height. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife.
"Heh," Kankuro let go of Konohamaru, throwing him hard against a fence. "There's still a while until he comes. Let's mess with these kids a bit, Temari."
"All right. Let's teach this rude bunch a lesson," Temari said, putting her
"You bastards are the perfect people to vent my anger over that one-eyed guy on," Bakugo said, cracking his knuckles.
"It's obvious they're outsiders. What are they doing here?" Sakura thought, helping Konohamaru up from the ground.
"Boasting dwarves like you who only know how to talk really infuriate me," said Kankuro, removing the strange bandaged object from his back.
"Hey," Temari said, tapping him with her shoulder. "Don't tell me you're going to use Karasu?" Before he could answer, a sinister voice made him stop.
"Kankuro, stop," said a boy Sakura and Bakugo's age, who was face down on a tree branch.
He was a boy less than five feet tall with short, spiky red hair. He had pale skin and light turquoise eyes with blackened eyelids and no trace of eyebrows. He also had a tattoo of the kanji "love" on the left side of his forehead.
Like his companions, he also carried something heavy on his back, in his case a huge pumpkin to which he tied his protector from the Sand Village.
"Fuck, this world is full of eyebrowless bastards," Bakugo thought, annoyed.
"You are the shame of our village," the boy said in a monotonous tone.
"Umm, erm... Gaara..." Kankuro said very nervously. Temari also felt very uncomfortable.
"The bastard mummy and the fan bitch are scared of the eyebrowless one. That means that stopper must be the boss," Bakugo thought, analyzing Gaara's gestures.