Reincarated with Nanites

~ Omniscient Pov, the next day ~

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Dawn broke over the slums with reluctant fingers of pale light pushing through the haze of poverty and neglect. The ramshackle buildings—some leaning precariously against their neighbors for support—cast long shadows across the narrow streets where the destitute were already stirring, preparing for another day of survival.

Near the old Karama Textiles factory, guards changed shifts with practiced efficiency, unaware that they were being observed from three different positions. Kakashi perched on a dilapidated rooftop two buildings away, his Sharingan eye exposed and scanning the patterns of movement below...

Shikaku had positioned himself in an alley where the morning shadows would give him optimal control of his jutsu... And Hayatou—Hayatou stood in plain sight on the path leading directly to the factory's main entrance...

"Are you in position?" Kakashi's asked.

"Yes." he replied simply. However, Hayatou quickly disappeared from his current position right after.

Noticing this, the elder sighed, "Damn It... We agreed you'd wait for the signal." Shikaku reminded him, tension evident in his usually calm voice.

Hayatou just ignored him... The three guards at the front entrance had noticed him now. Their postures stiffened, hands moving toward concealed weapons.

"Oi!! Identify yourself!" one called out, taking a cautious step forward.

Hayatou tilted his head slightly, analyzing the guard's stance, the bulge under his jacket that indicated armor, the slight tremor in his voice that betrayed uncertainty.

"I'm here to see your leader," Hayatou stated flatly.

The guards exchanged glances. "Turn around and leave, now!" the spokesman ordered, drawing a kunai, "This is your only warning, kid."

Hayatou took a step forward. The guards immediately spread out into defensive positions—a coordinated movement that suggested professional training...

Even from multiple kilometers; Hayatou could hear Shikaku's exasperated sigh. "So much for the plan."

The lead guard gave a sharp hand signal, and from the rooftop of the factory, two more figures appeared, hands already forming signs for jutsu. Hayatou saw their trajectories, timing, and force requirements in an instant. His body remained completely still, the 100 tons of weight distributed across his frame not showing in the slightest as he prepared to move off.

The first guard threw his kunai at Hayatou's head. The morning had officially begun. 

The kunai's trajectory seemed almost comically slow to Hayatou's enhanced perception. He tilted his head 2.7 centimeters to the left—the minimum movement required to avoid the projectile. The blade passed by his ear with a soft whistle, embedding itself in the dirt path behind him.

"He didn't even move..." one of the guards whispered, tension bleeding into his voice.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Blade!" shouted one of the rooftop sentries, his hands completing the final sign of his jutsu.

Hayatou sighed, 'Why would you shout the name of your jutsu?'

Instantly, invisible currents of air sliced toward Hayatou from multiple angles, precise enough to carve through even steel. Kakashi tensed, ready to intervene, but his concern was unnecessary. Hayatou's body seemed to flicker—not even the Body Flicker Technique, but something different... Each vacuum blade found only empty space where he had stood milliseconds before.

"What the!? That's impossible!" the wind-user gasped.

In the next instant, Hayatou was directly in front of the lead guard. No one had seen him move—just a blur of displaced air and then stillness. The guard's eyes widened in terror.

"I said." Hayatou repeated calmly, "I'm here to see your leader."

From his position in the shadows, Shikaku bit back a curse. The plan had been simple: reconnaissance first, then strategic infiltration. Now Hayatou had forced their hand with this direct confrontation. He caught Kakashi's eye across the distance...

"Behind you!" Kakashi mouthed silently, but it was too late for any warning to reach Hayatou.

A massive figure emerged from the factory doors, standing nearly seven feet tall with shoulders like a bull. His skin bore ritualistic tattoos that pulsed with chakra, and a cruel smile played across his scarred face.

"You want to see the boss?" the giant rumbled, cracking his knuckles. "You'll have to get through me first, kid."

Hayatou didn't even bother turning around; "You're Arakawa Genzo. Former ANBU Black Ops. Defected after the Shibuki Incident. Specialized in Earth Style and close combat. Current bounty: 3.5 million ryo. Wanted, dead or alive..."

The giant faltered momentarily, surprised at being recognized, and something else; "You've done your homework well kid. But knowing who I am won't save ya'."

Shikaku moved his hands into the first position for his Shadow Possession Jutsu, but hesitated. Intervening now is likely unnecessary, or it might even make things worse.

'Earth Style: Tectonic Rupture!'

The ground beneath Hayatou exploded upward in jagged spears of rock and soil. Dust filled the air, obscuring the area in a thick cloud. When it cleared seconds later, Genzo stood triumphant, breathing heavily from the chakra expenditure of his technique.

But there was no body. No blood. In fact, there was no sign of boy at all.

"Where—?" Genzo began.

Before he could even finish sentence, he heard a childlike voice behind him; "Your technique has a 0.8-second telegraph in your shoulder movement," came Hayatou's. "And you over channel chakra by approximately 22% on your initial strike, creating a great deal of inefficiency."

"Geurh!?"

Genzo spun around, face contorted with rage, only to freeze as he felt something press against his spine. Looking down, he saw Hayatou's hand—just one single finger, actually—pushing lightly against his lower back; Yet, it was enough to tell the man that its threatening to shatter his spine and cripple him.

"Alright... I'm going to ask one more time." Hayatou said, his voice devoid of emotions now... "Take me to your leader."

From his vantage point, Kakashi's visible eye widened. 'Did he just analyze and counter an A-rank jutsu user without even batting an eye?' he thought, still reconsidering everything he knew about the youngster.

Genzo, thoroughly humiliated and sensing his life hung by a thread, nodded stiffly. "F...Follow me," he growled, "But I promise you'll regret this meeting."

As Hayatou followed the giant into the factory, as planned Kakashi prepared to move off. He caught Shikaku's eye again, raising an eyebrow in question.

As Hayatou followed the giant into the factory, Kakashi prepared to move. He caught Shikaku's eye again, raising an eyebrow in question.

Shikaku shook his head minutely. Something felt different about about the boy. Better to observe for now and intervene only if absolutely necessary... Currently? He'd set out what he was supposed to do, save any that needed it...

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Inside the factory, machinery long silenced by economic collapse gathered dust. The floor was clear in the center, however, where a makeshift throne had been erected on a platform of salvaged metal. Sitting upon it was a slender woman in her thirties, her hair pulled back in a severe style that emphasized her sharp features.

Six guards flanked her, each bearing the distinctive armor of former hidden Leaf ANBU...

However, Hayatou gave a confused gaze; 'I know I came for even a slight surprise... But

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Why the hell is her skin green?'

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END