Naruto: Call Me Akuma

[Thank you for choosing the 3rd mission. As a reward for accepting this mission, you have been granted a Customer Help Coin.] 

Customer Help Coin - Item Description: 

This coin is granted each time you accept a mission. It allows you to ask the system up to three questions related to its functions or rules. Once all three questions have been used, the coin will vanish. Choose your questions wisely. 

Holding the coin in his hand Akuma thought about what question to ask. After thinking for a little while Akuma came up with the question "system Is there a bonus reward, and how can it be accessed? Additionally, could there be a hidden mission tied to it." 

[You have asked three questions. The coin will now be used up. Do you wish to proceed with this transaction?] 

Hearing the notification, Akuma hurriedly shouted in his mind, "No!" Frustrated, he thought, "damn it, I can't fool this goddamn system. I need to ask the real questions now". 

After pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, Akuma finally asked, "What will happen if I die in the fantasy world?" 

[You have asked one question. The coin has 2 questions remaining. Do you wish to proceed with this transaction?] 

Akuma mentally said yes, eagerly waiting as the system's notification appeared. 

[If you die in the fantasy world, you will die for real.] 

Hearing the answer, Akuma fell into deep thought. Then, he asked the system once more, "If I fail the mission, how long would it take for me to return to the primary world?" 

[You have asked one question. The coin has 1 question remaining. Do you wish to proceed with this transaction?] 

Akuma quickly responded with a mental "yes" and eagerly awaited the answer. 

[If you fail the mission, it will take you one hour to return to your primary world.] 

Hearing the reply, Akuma felt a sense of relief. "If I ever feel like my life is in danger while completing a mission, I can purposely fail the mission to ensure I stay alive" he thought. "This coin is really helpful. I should save the last question for something important. I can't waste such a valuable item on things I don't need right now." 

With that in mind, Akuma decided to hold onto his last question, saving it for a more crucial moment in the future. 

Akuma was deeply intrigued by the reward, but suddenly, a sharp headache and overwhelming exhaustion—things he had been ignoring—intensified to the point where he felt as though he might pass out. "This is my limit for now. If I push any further, my infantile mind will probably shut down," he thought. "I should recover first and think about the reward the system has given me later," he muttered internally before drifting off to sleep. 

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It has been two months now, and life as a baby is as terrible as ever. I can't control anything about myself—crying two to three times a day just to get my basic needs met and sleeping for more than three hours twice a day. As for the diapers, I feel sorry for them since I end up soiling them multiple times a day. 

Fortunately, not everything is terrible. I'm slowly gaining better control over my body. At least now, I can move my head effectively and even support it on my own. My sense of smell and taste has become far more refined, and my vision has improved significantly. Because of this, I can now see my father's face clearly. He almost looks like Akuma, which makes sense, given that I was destined to resemble him. If my father didn't look at all like me, it might raise suspicions about me, my mother, and maybe even lead to a DNA test to confirm whether I'm really his son. While I can now see things clearly up close, distant objects are still blurry. 

The thing that makes my life even more miserable is my robotic mother. Her overwhelming affection and constant attention are suffocating—it's like watching someone who's absolutely obsessed with cats or dogs. Sometimes, I even get scared that she might devour me, the way she looks at me with those intense, doting eyes. I just want to hide from her, but as a baby, that's impossible. I'm stuck enduring endless rounds of peekaboo with no escape. 

Living as a baby for four months, I've started to pick up their language—not all of it, but enough to understand basic things. It helps that at this age, my brain is particularly adept at learning new things like languages, smells, and sounds. Surprisingly, learning the new language hasn't been as difficult as I initially thought. 

I rarely leave my crib, but whenever I do, it's always fascinating. The sheer size of the log house amazes me. When I first arrived, I thought it was large, but as my vision improved, I began to grasp just how massive it truly is. The ceiling stretches so high that I can barely make it out, and the logs used to build the house are gigantic—each one is so thick that several of my tiny bodies could fit within a single log. 

Even with such a massive house, it only has three bedrooms. Considering my father's enormous size, I would say it's an average-sized log house for him, but compared to my tiny body, it feels absolutely colossal. I've explored every room in the house with my robot mother, except one—my grandfather's room. The massive door to that bedroom is always closed, and I've never seen it open. What interests me most is that whenever we get close to that room, the air itself grows warmer, and there's a strange smell, like something is burning, but I can't figure out what. My robot mother always stops and turns back when she's near it; she never goes close to that room. 

The only reason I know it's my grandfather's room is because my robotic mother has been teaching me how to speak basic words. For example, she's tried to teach me how to say "mother," but, of course, I refuse to say it. If I did, I'd risk looking like an unnaturally gifted baby and failing the mission—a failure I cannot afford. 

Interestingly, the book she uses to teach me has been incredibly helpful. Through it, I've learned most of the basics of their language. My mother is also very responsive whenever I point at anything. She'll slowly pronounce the name of the object, helping me understand and refine my knowledge. 

Whenever I point at the closed door, she always says, "door" or "grandfather's room." That's how I deduced that the person inside must be my grandfather. But now, I'm left wondering—why haven't I seen him yet? Or my grandmother? 

I see my robotic mother 24 hours a day, and my father comes home every day without fail. Yet, other than the two of them, I haven't seen a single other soul. It's odd and makes me question why my grandfather, despite living in the same house, remains such a mystery. 

One mystery I uncovered was about my biological mother. My robot mother, who always appeared happy and cheerful, would frequently argue with my father about her "real body." Whenever the topic came up, my father would either ignore it or outright deny whatever my robot mother said. From these frequent conversations, I at least gathered one thing: I do have a biological mother who is alive, and she's the one controlling the robot. The real question now was—where is she? If she's alive, why hasn't she come to meet me? And why are my father and mother arguing? 

At least now, I've uncovered some of the mystery. From the moment I opened my eyes, I had always wondered why my father showed so much affection toward robots. Now, I can answer that—it's because the one controlling the robot is my real mother. There are still many questions, but I have plenty of time to uncover the answers. I'll just wait patiently. 

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Father (image)

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