A/N: I only write when I feel like it, so one week you may get back to back uploads, but then I might just not upload for months. Enjoy.
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[Spinning For Uncommon Summon..] the system read, glowing bright blue as a new notification popped into view. This time, the notification window was black—the kind that only ever appeared when the roulette was involved.
Kenka stared at the screen with unwavering focus, everything else dulling to a blur. Around him, a brutal battle unfolded—Leaf and Mist Shinobi clashed violently, blades singing through the air, blood staining the once-clear streams. Bodies littered the terrain, and screams rang out from every direction. Yet, to Kenka, none of it mattered. His attention was laser-locked on the roulette.
Somewhere nearby, the old man who had previously questioned his sudden appearance was now cautiously standing upright. He glanced back toward Kenka, eyes narrowing. "You alright over there?!" he shouted, trying to pierce through the chaos to get a response.
Kenka didn't respond. His concentration on the system was absolute. Before entering this trance-like state, he had already raised a veil of wind around himself—a subtle yet powerful shield against stray shuriken and kunai. If someone dared attempt a sneak attack, he'd have ample time to react.
The roulette continued to spin with an almost mocking slowness. Kenka's pupils tracked every icon, watching them blur into one another until finally, it stopped. His breath hitched.
The figure it landed on wore a helmet—sleek and angled, iconic in its silhouette. Though the icon itself was entirely blacked out, to Kenka, it was unmistakable.
'A storm trooper…' Kenka thought, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
He gasped softly. His mind already whirring with a plan, he bit down on his finger in excitement. "That's it! A stormtrooper is fairly weak, but their guns aren't anything to scoff at! I'll steal it off him and use it to execute these bastard Mist Shinobi!" he muttered, the words filled with bubbling anticipation.
As he spoke, the stormtrooper's icon detached from the roulette and zipped down into the water before Kenka. It didn't make a splash—it phased right through the surface, as if entering another dimension. Like Aang and Pikachu before, a silhouette began to rise, slowly assembling above the water's surface until a fully formed stormtrooper stood atop the invisible platform.
[Summon Complete! Storm Trooper!]
[Temporary Passive Increase: Aim 20%]
[Drop Rate 10%]
[Would you like to continue onto the Rare Summon?]
The darkness cloaking the summon peeled away, revealing stark white armor that practically glowed. The stormtrooper glanced around, his helmet twitching side to side, confusion evident in his body language. As he opened his mouth to speak—though muffled by the helmet—the platform beneath him gave way.
With a startled yell, the stormtrooper plunged into the water. His arms flailed wildly, armor weighing him down as water poured into the slits of his helmet. He thrashed uselessly, his attempts at swimming only hastening his descent into panic.
Some of the Shinobi turned their heads toward the commotion but paid it little mind. There was blood to be spilled, and a panicked man in armor wasn't worth their time.
The old man, however, had gone pale. His mouth hung open as he stared at the scene unfolding before him. "What sort of Jutsu is this?! And that armour! That man isn't from these lands!"
Still ignoring him, Kenka crouched beside the flailing stormtrooper and grabbed the E-11 Blaster Rifle clenched in his left hand. The soldier was too panicked to resist.
"Give me this!" Kenka grunted, yanking the weapon free.
With one hand gripping the rifle's handle and his finger brushing the trigger, Kenka stood tall. His gaze swept across the battlefield, tracking the Mist Shinobi with a dark glee rising in his chest.
"Ha.. Hahaha.." he laughed, covering his mouth to stifle the noise. The thrill was undeniable. "An E-11 Blaster Rifle in Naruto?? This is any nerd's wet dream! AHAHAHA!"
Still chuckling, he turned his attention back to the screen, where the system prompt remained. The excitement hadn't faded, but logic cut through the adrenaline. 'I could do a rare summon, but part of me no longer wants to. All I'm interested in now is blasting some heads off, but alas I must stick to my original plan and create some more chaos.'
Shrugging with exaggerated flair, Kenka declared, "Commence the Rare Summon."
The system shimmered, almost like it was gleaming with joy at being acknowledged again. The black window returned, roulette spinning once more—this time with new silhouettes.
Kenka leaned in slightly. He scanned the roulette, noting differences he hadn't noticed before. 'I hadn't realised that the characters on the roulette changes with the rarity of the summon and with each summon. Seems Aang is no longer on here. I don't see his icon anymore.. Guess I won't be seeing him again.'
A small pang of disappointment settled in his chest. He didn't understand why, but something about Aang had stuck with him.
'It's tough to admit, but his positive attitude and desire to stop the war, though ridiculous, was slightly refreshing. It would be cool to have a rival that tries to stop me from time to time– it makes things fun. It seems I have to wait until Naruto is born and grows up, but by then I might already be far too strong.'
So caught up in his musings, he didn't even notice the roulette had finished spinning. Nor did he notice the new summon standing before him.
"T-that c-child.. He's creating humans!" the old man gasped, pointing with a trembling hand.
The system flickered again, revealing the next summon.
[Summon Complete! Nico Robin Pre Timeskip!]
[Temporary Passive Increase: Health 40%]
[Drop Rate 10%]
Kenka blinked. "Robin..?" he muttered, eyes still fixed on the floating screen.
"You know my name?" a calm voice replied from in front of him.
He lowered the screen and looked up, frowning. "Another good guy or girl in this case.." he sighed, the disappointment clear on his face.
Nico Robin stood tall, her tanned skin catching the sunlight. Her expression was unreadable—a perfect poker face. But Kenka, who knew her from the show, was sure it was a front. She was observing everything, calculating her next move like always.