All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
"Follow me! Time to beat up a bunch of extras," Bakugo said, entering first, his teeth showing with arrogance. Sasuke and Sakura followed him firmly.
Half an hour into the exam, Team 7 heard a scream. The three stopped when they heard it.
"That sounds like someone screaming," Sakura commented worriedly. "I'm starting to get a little nervous."
"Well, I'm really anxious. That scream probably means they've been attacked and another team has stolen their roll. I don't want to lose to anyone. And if I can beat the speed record for this stupid event, even better. But I can't see anyone in this stupid, shitty forest," Bakugo said, annoyed.
—Bakugo, Sakura. We need to come up with a password in case we get separated, to distinguish if a rival is impersonating us.—Sasuke said, thinking about what kind of code to use.
"Huh?" Bakugo said, a vein popping out of his forehead. "Stop thinking about that kind of shit and think of a way to find out where the rest of the extras are!"
"We have to make sure it's us, that it's us and not some imposter with the transformation technique, Bakugo," Sasuke reasoned.
—Uh, whatever. Just say your shitty password already so we can continue on our way. —said Bakugo.
—Only the three of us can know the password. And we won't trust anyone who doesn't know it. No matter what happens. Listen carefully because I'll only say it once.—said Sasuke.
"I don't like the tone you're using, bastard," Bakugo said, pissed off.
—Shut up already, Bakugo! Let Sasuke finish talking!—Sakura scolded him.
—The question will be: 'When does a ninja attack? ' And the answer will be: 'A ninja waits until the appropriate moment, when the enemy falls asleep and lowers their guard, when their weapons are forgotten in the stillness of the night. That is when a ninja attacks.' —Sasuke explained
"Understood," Sakura said confidently.
—Did you forget it, Bakugo? Do you want me to repeat it? —Sasuke asked.
"What kind of retard do you think I am? Of course it stuck, you fucking bastard," Bakugo replied, indignant at being underestimated.
"Don't talk to him like that...!" Sakura stopped her reprimand when she felt a hurricane-force wind.
The three of them covered themselves as best they could to hold their position, but the wind was very strong and each of them was blown through the air.
Sasuke took shelter under a bush. When the wind stopped blowing, he came out of the bush. He saw Sakura approaching him.
"Sasuke-lun, what was that?" Sakura asked, alarmed.
"Sakura?" Sasuke instantly grabbed a kunai and stood on guard. "Stand there and answer my question: When does a ninja attack?"
"Yes, I'll go. A ninja waits until the right moment, when the enemy falls asleep and lowers their guard, when their weapons are forgotten in the stillness of the night. That's when a ninja strikes," Sakura recited from memory.
"Good," Sasuke said, confirming that it was the real Sakura.
Bakugo appeared with his clothes covered in dust.
"That hurts!" Bakugo complained, looking at his elbow. "Are you guys okay?"
"Don't come any closer," Sasuke ordered. "When a ninja attacks?"
"Sure, no problem," Bakugo said with a smile. "A ninja waits until the right moment, when the enemy falls asleep and lets their guard down, when their weapons are forgotten in the stillness of the night. That's when a ninja strikes."
—Phew. —Sakura snorted.
—Heh. —Sasuke smiled.
Without wasting any time, Sasuke threw a kunai directly at the ash-blonde's face, but the latter narrowly dodged it by throwing himself to the ground.
"Why did you do that?" Bakugo asked from the ground. "You could have killed me!"
"Huh? What's wrong with that?" Sakura asked, uncomprehendingly. "You just got the password right."
—It's true that he said it well, just like the real Bakugo would have. But... Think about it, Sakura. Bakugo's mannerisms are similar to those of a grumpy old man. This imposter is too cheerful. Besides, the real Bakugo is incapable of saying two sentences together without insulting someone or something. —Sasuke argued.
"Now that you mention it..." Sakura said, understanding Sasuke's point of view.
"And Bakugo doesn't dodge attacks like that," Sasuke reasoned. "Find out whoever you are. Party's over."
The imposter Bakugo smiled at Sasuke's reasoning and licked his lips with his long tongue.
Meanwhile, about a hundred meters away was the real Bakugo. He was so far away because he had to run away to avoid being crushed by a giant tree that fell in the wind.
—Fucking tree and fucking shitty wind. In the end, that bastard Sasuke was right about the fucking password. A ninja waits until the right moment, when the enemy falls asleep and lets their guard down, when their weapons are forgotten in the calm of the night. That's when a ninja attacks. What kind of freak comes up with that fucking password? If he tells me 'I warned you,' I'll cut his balls off.—Bakugo said under his breath.
Before he could join his companions, a gigantic snake arose.
"And now a fucking huge snake is coming to piss me off!" Bakugo yelled at the beast. He pulled out his Kubikiribōchō. "Hey you! You fucking snake! If you come any closer, I'll split you in half with that hideous thing!" he threatened, pointing the tip of his sword at the monster's head.
The large snake, obviously ignoring his threats, slithered toward him. It stretched its head out and tried to swallow him. Bakugo effortlessly dodged it with a nimble leap to the right. Before the snake could make another move, the ash-blond leaped again and sliced the monster's head off with his Kubikiribōchō.
"Finally, this stupid, ugly sword is useful to me," Bakugo said, wiping the snake blood off it with a rag from his kunai holder. "And now I have to find my useless companions."
As soon as he took a step toward his teammates, Bakugo heard a whistling noise hurtling toward him. The ash-blond boy stopped in his tracks and swerved to avoid the object making the whistling noise. Bakugo narrowly avoided it and realized the object was a kunai that had hit a tree.
—Bastards! Show your faces, cowards!—Bakugo shouted in the direction where the kunai throw came from.
Three genin from the Hidden Mist Village emerged from their hiding place. The trio of enemies from the mist were dressed exactly the same. All three wore a kind of yellow pajamas, bandages that hid their faces, and something resembling a diving respirator to cover their mouths. The only thing that could be differentiated was their hair. One of them had it covered by the headband's protector, another had spiky brown hair, and the last had a slightly straighter hair.
"Kagari, Mubi. That's the impertinent brat who called us a test before the written exam," the spiky-haired genin said to his classmates.
"You're forgetting that he also called us insignificant fellows, Oboro," Kagari retorted.
"And he also expects us not to make it easy for him," Mubi said, narrowing his eyes. "I don't know if you're the one with the chops or not. But I don't care. You're going to learn the hard way that words have consequences."
"Is that supposed to be a threat, extra?" Bakugo asked, sneering. "Because the only thing that feels threatened around here is our taste for dressing well. You could compete with the big-eyebrowed guy and his teacher to see who dresses worse."
"Can't you see the position you're in, brat? You're outnumbered and yet you're still so loud-mouthed," Kagari said.
"In my country, there's a saying that applies to this situation," Bakugo said, pointing the tip of his sword at Kagari. "Three against one..." he said, shifting the tip of his sword to point at the other two. "...shit for each of us."
"Heh. You're quite conceited, blondie," Kagari commented sarcastically. "And does that saying you're using also apply if there are 60 of us?"
"Huh?" Bakugo said without understanding.
—Ninpo! Oboro bunshin no jutsu! (Hidden technique: blurred multiplication)—the three genins of the mist shouted, putting their palms together.
A large smoke screen appeared out of nowhere. When the smoke cleared, there were 20 Kagaris, 20 Mubis, and 20 Oboros
—Ninpo! Oboro bunshin no jutsu! (Hidden technique: blurred multiplication)—the three genins of the mist shouted, putting their palms together.
A large smoke screen appeared out of nowhere. When the smoke cleared, there were 20 Kagaris, 20 Mubis, and 20 Oboros.
—No, it doesn't change anything whether there are 3, 60, or 200 extra of you. —said Bakugo, brandishing the Kubikiribōchō like a baseball bat. He wanted to hit them across the width of the blade, not the tip, so as not to kill them. —DIE!—he shouted, hitting more than five of them. But to his chagrin, the sword passed through them as if they were holograms.
"You shouldn't turn your back on your enemy." One of the Kagaris leaped up, kunai in hand, to stab Bakugo in the chest.
"Shit," Bakugo swore under his breath. He slammed Kubikiribōchō into the ground and immediately raised his legs in the air, using the sword's handle for support. It was also a clone, since Bakugo's legs passed through Kagari's body. Kagari's kunai also passed through Bakugo's body without making any contact. "This is how you plan to defeat me, you damn extras! With fucking illusions!"
"Not exactly," said the real Mubi emerging from the ground.
The Mist genin landed a powerful punch on Bakugo, knocking him to the ground and splitting his lip. The real Mubi hid back beneath the ground.
Bakugo, lying on the ground and surrounded by clones, spat out blood. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and showed his teeth, which were streaked with the red fluid.
"Heh. I see their strategy," Bakugo thought with a sinister smile. "While I'm busy dealing with these stupid clones, the real ones are hiding like rats underground, waiting for an opening to attack me. This suits me well; I don't have to restrain myself from accidentally killing them."
The real Oboro's head timidly peeked out of the ground. He watched Bakugo's movements closely, and seeing that sinister, blood-soaked smile sent a chill through his body.
"Kagari, Mubi. Let's go. This guy definitely doesn't have the chops. We're wasting our time," Oboro said, his voice trembling from how scared he was.
"I don't care if he doesn't have the roll," said a Kagari clone. "I just want him to beg for his life and then kill him."
Oboro couldn't say what was on his mind, lest he be seen as a coward. There was no logic to support his instinct, but his instinct told him they had chosen the wrong target. Or rather, his instinct told him they had become the target.
"I'd like to stay and play with you a little longer. But I don't know where my companions are, and without me they're lost, and that's bad for me. So..." he tucked Kubikiribōchō into his belt. "...It's time for me to beat you up. I advise you not to leave your hiding place if you don't want to die."
Bakugo gathered a large amount of chakra in his feet and crouched down. He unleashed his chakra and jumped, reaching over 15 meters in the air. In the air, he pointed his left palm at the ground while his right hand held his left wrist to mitigate the recoil.
—KING EXPLOSION MURDER! —Bakugo shouted, creating an explosion as big as the one he made at the sports festival against Uraraka.
The trio of Mist genin underground were powerless to dodge the attack. The explosion was so massive that it also affected them. After the massive explosion, a thick cloud of black smoke enveloped the scene of the battle.
"I wasn't going to let a name as cool as King Explosion Murder go to waste. Since I'm not going to be a hero, at least it's one that serves as a name for such an amazing technique." Bakugo thought, proud of his technique. That feeling was replaced by suffering as he felt a sharp pain in his arm from using such a devastating explosion. "Fuck, that hurts."
Bakugo landed on the ground with a flip. With his right hand, he began massaging his left forearm to relieve the pain. When the black smoke cleared, there was a large crater in the ground with the unconscious and bruised Mist genin in it. Bakugo approached the Mist trio and began examining their bodies for the scroll. He eventually managed to obtain it after taking it from Mubi, who had it in his kunai holder. After obtaining it, Bakugo tied the trio of Mist genin to a tree with a rope and brought them a canteen so they wouldn't die of dehydration.
The scroll Bakugo got was a white one, so it was another sky scroll like the one Sasuke had.
—Damn, if it had been the one from the earth I could have already passed this stupid exam. I'll keep it anyway, I don't trust Sasuke to keep our scroll, though. —Bakugo thought, putting the scroll in his kunai holder. —I don't know where the big forehead and Sasuke are. The best thing would be to wait here for a while. I'm sure they've seen the explosion, wherever they are, and they'll know where I am. The only problem is that not only will they have seen it, my rivals will have seen it too. Well, it doesn't matter. That way I might get the earth scroll.—
From the shadows cast by the dense forest, a gruesome-looking figure emerged. Its face was completely burned except for the area covering its left eye, which was completely pale. Its unburned eye was identical to that of a reptile.
"My, my, what an impressive jutsu, Bakugo-kun," the mysterious ninja said with amusement, swirling his long tongue around and licking his burnt lips.
"Your voice isn't the same as when you attacked that perverted bitch. Who the fuck are you?" Bakugo asked, watching the tape of the ninja's sound. "There were only three applicants from your village. The mummy, the spiky hair, and the brown-haired bitch. And you're not any of them."
"Kukuku," the stranger laughed with a very peculiar laugh. "Very observant, Bakugo-kun. My name is Orochimaru, and those three you're talking about are my students."
"I don't give a shit what your name is, weirdo!" Bakugo exclaimed. "If you're not a genin, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I can't tell you that yet, Bakugo-kun. Maybe if we meet again, I'll tell you," Orochimaru replied with a disturbing smile.
"Today's your lucky day. I have to find my teammates, so get out of my sight before I change my mind and blow your head off." Bakugo said, looking around to see if Sakura and Sasuke were approaching his position.
"Hmm, funny you should talk about your teammates," Orochimaru said, running his tongue over his face mockingly. Bakugo narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"What have you done to them, bastard?" Bakugo said, drawing his sword in a threatening tone.
"Don't get so worked up, Bakugo-kun. Your friend Sasuke-kun impressed me, so I gave him a little going-away gift," Orochimaru commented. "And now you've impressed me, so I'll give you the same gift I gave him."
"Tsk," Bakugo muttered, worried about his teammates but sensing that he couldn't get out of this fight. "I said earlier that today was your lucky day... Well, I changed my mind. You're dead."
—Kukuku. —Orochimaru laughed, showing his long tongue.—Bakugo-kun, I trust I'll have as much fun with you as I did with Sasuke-kun. Jagei Jubaku! (Snake Authority jutsu)
From Orochimaru's sleeves, two gigantic white snakes emerged. They lunged at Bakugo at full speed, opening their large mouths and showing their poison-tipped fangs. Bakugo somersaulted backward to dodge the attack and when he landed on the ground, he swung his Kubikiribōchō, severing both of the reptiles' heads.
"What an interesting sword you have, Bakugo-kun," Orochimaru said in admiration. "Where did you get that?"
"Do you think I'm going to answer you, you fucking snake?" Bakugo said, watching closely for any unusual movements from his rival.
"Well, it doesn't really matter that much. There's no sword that can surpass my Kusanagi," Orochimaru commented.
Orochimaru opened his mouth, and a snake emerged. The snake also opened its mouth, and the handle of a katana emerged. Finally, Orochimaru pulled the katana from the snake's mouth, and the snake returned to the ninja.
"You're a fucking freak. You'd do great in the circus, bastard," Bakugo said, somewhat worried about the sword duel he was about to have. During this time, Bakugo had only managed to master the weight of his sword and be able to deliver powerful slashes, but he had never had a duel before. "I'm going to split you in two, snake!"
Bakugo wasn't much of a thinker when fighting like his rival Deku; he liked to take the initiative in fights and fight with his instincts and reflexes. So he decided to go all out against Orochimaru, throwing powerful blows. Despite Orochimaru's katana being much smaller and lighter, the sound ninja managed to block Bakugo's attacks effortlessly with his slender katana.
The ash-blond, seeing that his efforts were useless, changed his strategy. He wielded Kubikiribōchō with only his right arm, leaving his left arm free to throw blasts at him. Orochimaru, unable to block Bakugo's sword and dodge his blasts at the same time, took a great leap backwards, maintaining a safe distance of more than 20 meters from Bakugo.
"Wonderful, Bakugo-kun. Simply wonderful. You act like a beast, attacking nonstop. That makes you a formidable opponent at close range with your explosions and that sword," Orochimaru said. "But now you'll see why I'm right when I say my Kusanagi is unrivaled."
Orochimaru's gaze changed radically, a murderous instinct emerged from his pupil that made Bakugo petrified.
—This feeling is even worse than the one I had with the villain boss (AFO) and the one I had in the first encounter with the bastard without eyebrows (Zabuza). I can't move. —Bakugo thought.
—Prove to me that I was right about you, Bakugo-kun. Impress me like your little friend Sasuke-kun did before.—Orochimaru challenged him.
Orochimaru raised his Kusanagi and pointed it at Bakugo. The sound ninja stood still in his position, but the ash-blond watched, terrified, as Orochimaru's Kusanagi extended at high speed and was about to plunge into his chest. Motionless, petrified by Orochimaru's gaze, he felt unable to get out of there alive. But that feeling of giving up lasted only an instant.
"I'M NOT GOING TO DIE HERE!" Bakugo thought, pissed off at himself. Then he bit his lip hard, the pain he inflicted on himself paralyzing him. "MOVE!"
The Kusanagi pierced his right shoulder and continued forward, piercing through muscle and bone, until it reached a tree behind him. Bakugo's reaction was delayed, and he was unable to dodge Orochimaru's attack, but at least he was quick enough to avoid the fatal damage that would have occurred had it pierced his chest.
Orochimaru released his katana, and it shrank back as quickly as it had extended. The katana was still embedded in Bakugo's shoulder, but it no longer measured the 20-plus meters it had a moment ago; it was back to normal size.
"You're definitely going to be mine, Bakugo-kun," Orochimaru whispered with a grim smile. He then clasped his hands together in a seal. His neck craned, just like Kusanagi's earlier attack, and his head went straight for Bakugo.
Bakugo, who was pinned to a tree by the kusanagi, had no way to dodge Orochimaru's attack. So he figured the best thing to do was attack with his free arm.
—DIE, FUCKING DEMON! —With his left hand, Bakugo created a multitude of medium-sized explosions to stop the advance of Ororchimaru's head. But Orochimaru's neck was very elastic and very agile and he managed to dodge all the explosions with ease. When he was a few centimeters from Bakugo's neck, Orochimaru opened his mouth and sank his fangs into the left side of Bakugo's neck.— AAAAAAAHHHHHH! —the ash-blonde screamed in pain.