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Quacked off the counter for the sake of it and played on, straining the nerves more.
Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu... Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum.
They said, "You! Don't you ever come around here again! - They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear!" - Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
♪ The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear ♪
So beat it, just beat it! - So beat it, just beat it
Will stared at the radio and opened his eyes wide.
"Old Mychal?"
Of course, one of his favorite musicians played at a bad time, but it was enough to make Will feel pleasantly nostalgic. And the anger he'd felt toward the world was slightly lessened. The bandit, on the other hand, grimaced and spat.
«Fucking Michael fucking Jackson. Why are you standing there? Come here, asshole! Now!
«What did you say?
«Get the fuck over here!
It wouldn't hurt to tell the bastard why he was wrong, because Will's only joy from the past world had been so rudely trampled on.
Quick as a flash, Will poked the bandit in the chest with his finger, generating a light air wave.
«Man, you say one more word about Jackson, and I'll fuck you up. Jackson's a legend.
But Will's answer was a gun in his face and an unfortunate shot. And then Will acted on instinct, finally realizing why he should not be afraid of a gun at his throat....
They' re out to get you, better leave while you can
But you don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a macho man. - Don' t wanna be a boy, you wanna be a macho- man
Only the muzzle was at Will's throat as a clear, reflex-directed kick knocked the gun out, and then in a hard lunge filled with tense muscle play and sure, precise movement, Will sent the asshole flying with a lightning-fast thrust.
Just as the blow collided with the bandit's chest, he took off from his seat and flew over the counter, clinging to the chocolate bars and chupa-chups above with his face, and literally ran his face over all the good stuff. And in a second the bastard's face was not only bruised, but already in shit. The final instance of the flight ended in the zone with the alkashka, so to speak, with a crackling pour of pain.
«You don't fucking understand! I don't have to fucking explain it to you! I'd just as soon punch you in the fucking face! - Will shouted.
But the gangster lying sprawled out didn't answer. Will blinked his eyes and whistled:
«That was awkward. Hey, buddy, are you okay in there?
The bandit, of course, was barely breathing and spitting blood. As Will approached, a couple of bottles flew off the top shelves and tumbled down, threatening to gouge out his eye and split his eyebrow. Will grabbed them and tossed them aside.
«Are you going to live? - he asked.
The bandit barely gurgled:
«You... why are you helping me?
«I feel sorry for you, you fool," he said, and then he looked at the broken booze, and he said, "Oh, shit!
"I gotta get outta here right now! Otherwise I'll be paying for booze because of that asshole!"
«Listen carefully, you didn't see me. I got a wife and no money to pay for this mess.
«I understand," the bandit mumbled, nodding obediently. He didn't give a shit about anything, so he just accepted it.
«Well, see you then.
Will patted the bandit on the shoulder and started to run away. When he got his ass up, he saw the police running into the store. The guys are big, tense, and they're gunning for him.
«Halt! In the name of the law, stop or I'll open fire! - The cops were nervous, because they could see it was fucked up.
Will's got a pretty bad case of the chills. This situation is ridiculous in the wrong way. When you're mistaken for a criminal, you don't want to be nervous, but here you have a reason to be angry, because what the fuck?!
Will took a step back, arms raised, and the sight on him, and more than one.
"Actually, running away isn't such a bullshit idea. Batman, too, started out with the fact that almost all the cops thought he was a criminal. And now he's the brave defender of Gotham and leader of the Justice League," Will decided to run away, just like the law of the genre.
All that was left was to figure out how to get away. My reflexes were kind of fuckin' high, which meant I could try to run.
It was a strange feeling, as if he could run faster than a normal person. And he could have sworn he felt a strange power in his own feet, as if a current ran through his body and made his blood hotter, like magma against the walls of flesh. His muscles swelled to their fullest, his skin tightened, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. It felt good. A funny feeling. A mysterious sense of power. Just when the nerves were frayed and the adrenaline was kicking in... With a sinking heart, Will stepped forward, wondering what the outcome would be.
He took a step. A fleeting flash.
And just by taking a step he found himself outside the store. On the other side of the street, having traveled at least a hundred meters in an instant. And behind him was the very store he had just stood in. And he saw it all quickly... or rather he realized it, but with the unaccustomed movement at fast speeds he lost concentration and did not notice the huge garbage can right in front of his face, which literally appeared in front of him in one instant. The speed of movement was so great that Will's inertia took him off the spot and he had to fly straight into it, smearing his face like a tomato on the asphalt... but Will's reflexes did something crazy again, at the last moment his hand confidently grasped the lid of the tank and, with muscles strained to the limit, threw him over the tank, in fact saving him from a ridiculous death from the penetration of the skull of his head.
As honed reflexes and adrenaline forced out any thoughts, Will flew over the dumpster and fell right onto a cluster of cardboard boxes and empty soufflé packets. His breath was hot, his heart was on fire.
«Ugh," he exhaled, glancing at the empty packets of Kara's favorite soufflés.
Will landed badly, of course, hitting his head and tailbone, but on the whole he felt fine. He felt fine, but his muscles ached, and sweat clung to his clothes, making them steamy.
"What the... fuck!" he exclaimed, throwing the box off of him, but no sooner had he released his fingers than it tore in two, the end of it crashing into the brick wall while the other remained in his hand. Blinking, Will unclenched his fingers, and the piece of cardboard fell gently to the ground. So slowly that he would have time to fall asleep.
«What the fuck!
To an observer, it might have seemed to Will that he had teleported, but that would have been a grave mistake. Will was now replaying that moment in his head, realizing that he had run across the road at high speed while moving, and a yellow cab met him on the way, which he skillfully jumped over in a split second before it turned his body into mincemeat. It was as if his one step equaled ten or even more steps at once.... How did he realize it? The answer came on its own, appeared in his mind as something given. And his thoughts gradually caught up with what had happened, because he did not race at super-speed every time. The feeling was as natural as it was strange. He seemed to be running, but his body was doing everything by itself, reflexively, mechanically.
Will's eyes widened, and the insistent feeling of confidence and strength that was literally bursting from his chest didn't want to go away. It was as if Will could crush rocks with his muscles. There was no doubt that his body was rebuilding rapidly, but it had its own problems.
The picture in his head was gradually coming together, but he was so dizzy that he felt sick to his stomach, as if he'd been on a roller coaster for a few moments. Of course, in a way it was... he was gradually coming to his senses, as if his brain was adjusting his perception for further jumps at superspeed, but it felt like shit.
«I was running fast... like I was boosting my body with mana or something," the tricky word "Chakra" came to mind. Like in Naruto, like a shinobi, like a shinobi and zhuh-zhuh-zhuh-zhuh.
Will realized that he had reinforced himself with chakra, and then used shinobi techniques on reflexes. His subconscious mind drew a way to escape, including a flashy somersault through cars at super speed. Apparently, in some mysterious way, his body had adopted not only the shinobi's superpowers, but also all of his combat experience, including muscle memory and other details. How it actually worked was anyone's guess, Will wasn't a scientist to explain what had happened. And he doubted there was anyone in the world who could explain what had happened.
And then Will's dumbstruck expression turned to laughter. And then another clue popped into his head all by itself, which seemed like a long-forgotten memory. As if he had amnesia, which was gradually receding.
«Shunshin no Jutsu," he added thoughtfully, as if explaining it to himself, because that was what was happening, the words pouring out of his subconscious like an unruly stream of thoughts.
Will diligently remembered what Shunshin was, carefully snatching the right words from his mind. And then BAM, the word began to make sense in his head; Shunshin was a common technique among shinobi. It was used by all decent shinobi, but at different levels. Some faster, some slower - it all depended on skill. This technique allowed the wearer to move at super speeds, so fast that to an outsider it would seem as if the person was teleporting.
Despite the prevalence of the technique in Naruto's world, some of its users showed a special class. For example, Uchiha Shisui was proudly nicknamed "Shunshin no Shiushi" because after moving, he left no trace of his own presence. That is, not only did he move, but he made himself invisible to other people's perception, absolute invisibility. Even Flash couldn't do that shit, though he didn't need to, because he was so fast that no one would notice him anyway.
When Will used the shunshin, it was like he was coming out of a half-dream, which is why it came out so crooked. His powers were sort of "sleeping", but the more he used them, the faster they "awakened". His body felt so much better and stronger now too. Ligaments, muscles... Will squeezed his arm and felt the real power contained in one single hand. He couldn't see it with his eyes, of course, but with his body he could feel an ephemeral force pulsing gently around his arm, strengthening his limbs.
"Doesn't... does it feel like it?"
That chakra he used for the shunshin ran through his entire body and energized him and strengthened his body - and so, now he's this superhuman.
The shunshin itself isn't just some bullshit, it's a fucking powerful jutsu that puts you a LOT higher than ordinary mortals.
«OH*HHHHHHHHHH! - Will shouted, unable to stand the excitement, then covered his mouth with the palm of his hand. The cops were after him.
He looked out over the trash can at the ill-fated convenience store where the cops were taking out the rampaging thug, and leaned back on the boxes with relief. It was chilly outside, of course, but he didn't give a shit anymore. HE HAD A SUPER-BODY. And the police didn't even twitch in his direction, they were still mauling the bandit, apparently they didn't give a shit either.
"Wow, and I thought I was in the DI-SI without any perks, and now look at me, I have super speed and super strength. Except it feels weird... this chakra. It's like there's something new in my body, a new organ...?" Will raised his head thoughtfully, feeling the mental vibrations in the distance.
About a hundred meters in diameter around him there was a kind of ephemeral sphere, through which he felt the presence of others. Every person entering and leaving through the edges of this sphere gave the impression of "touching", but it was difficult to say which organ was responsible for the new sensations.
"I feel something in different parts of the city. There's a throbbing in my head... mggh. Could it be chakra? Is that really how Kara feels, hearing others at a great distance? No, highly unlikely, chakra is different. Man, this gives me a headache," Will ruffled his hair.
His body was working as a kind of receiver now, and it was annoying. Will quickly realized that the more he relaxed, the quieter the distant echoes of chakra in his head became.
All that remained was to figure out who his power belonged to. Shunshin had been used by many people, and not all of them Will remembered. No matter how many times he guessed, it didn't make sense. There was no wikipedia with a list of Naruto characters in this world, and Will could only remember a small part of them. Anyway, it was a lost cause. We had to do something else.
But the more time he spent trying to figure out his abilities, the closer he got to meeting Kara. They hadn't had a fight, and they were going to have a serious conversation. Besides, there was no food or candy at home. Will curled his lips at the unpleasant memory of when Kara had been hungry.
Hungry Kara was like Godzilla, smashing everything and bellowing at the top of her lungs that Will was an asshole.
Well, he also hurt her, so it makes sense that he'd be screwed at home.
Determined to save his life from an ignominious death, Will got to his feet, and he fell on his ass. His legs... wouldn't listen.
It was like he couldn't walk anymore, but that wasn't the point. His body had undergone global changes in a short period of time. His coordination was bad, as if he'd been drinking heavily. Even putting his foot down was difficult, and leaning against the wall was impossible. Gradually, Will was getting used to it, but he seriously began to feel like he was going crazy.
The new sensations were dizzying, and his body was acting painfully unruly. So, after five minutes... he was finally able to get to his feet, barely able to stand on them. He felt stronger, but the flood of new feelings was confusing him, and he couldn't concentrate on one thing at a time.
The people of Naruto's world had been trained from birth to control chakra, and Will had realized that he had been thrown on his shoulders and had to suffer.
He'd been so worked up while he was dealing with his new body, and while he was dealing with it, he'd been thinking about Kara and their life together. It was the only thing he'd ever had besides her. And the thought was unpleasant, because he could die and not have time to tell her that he wasn't really the Will she loved.
"Of course, sometimes it's better to keep quiet, but...," Will sighed, leaning back against the wall with his naughty hands.
He decided to lay it on the line and let it be. If he didn't, good; if he did, bad. His abilities scared him, alarmed him, especially when he remembered how he'd almost killed a bandit. He was essentially separated from the criminal by one intention, and that was terrible. He wished he'd heard Kara's advice, or talked to Clark about it.
"Almost killed a guy. It's a bad idea, it's immoral."
And so Will walked slowly toward the road, pondering the unlocking of his powers.
Maybe the detector that determines whether you're a hit man or not didn't exist yet, but Bats could invent it at any moment. If you give him an idea, he'll beat Will's face in unless Will convinces Bats that he's not an asshole.
And the chance to screw up was so close!
"As long as I don't get my hands dirty, Bats won't touch me."
Will would have watched Bats kill, but that was out of the question. Even Superman had killed in his time, but Bats... Bats always stood his ground.
Will dreamed a little, like he could be Bats's superhero buddy and all that. And then he fucked on the boxes one more time and exhaled, rolling his eyes. Bats didn't need a green cucumber like him, he had enough of his own. Like Vanessa Wayne and Damien Wayne.
"Mental note, you can be friends with Vanessa, but definitely not with fucker Damien," who had pissed him off throughout the Bats story.
So, back to the situation in the back alley, Will was leaning against the wall like a happy idiot because he had superpowers that every guy in his position could dream of. But, on the other hand, a new burden was suddenly placed on his shoulders: confessing to Kara. One could only wonder what would happen when Kara learned the truth about his identity. There were a lot of prospects, but the risks were great, too, and my stomach rumbled with nerves.
And then a surge interfered with Will's stream of consciousness. His "sphere of sensation" suddenly caught a powerful source of force that broke through it, comparable to a huge tsunami wave. It felt as if someone huge had burst a soap bubble and powerful vibrations had traveled through it.
There was a strong rush of wind through the narrow street, and Will stood up from the pile as if he hadn't noticed anything. Yes, indeed... he heard an awkward, "Ahem, ahem," above his head. The man to whom the voice belonged had traveled a hundred meters in a matter of moments and was beside him. Will swallowed. Raised his head...
And there the Formidable Gigachad in his red and blue tights hovered above the ground, giving Will a surprised look.
«Oh crap..." he degraded, "Clark... what on earth are the fates of?
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