Kenta took a deep breath and decided to finally reveal what he had known since he was five. Technically he knew since he was dead and then reborn but he always suspected that the God might be playing a trick on him and might give him no power or some ridiculous power. But whatever.
"I have a Kekkei Genkai," he announced, watching as his family froze.
Ikkyu's eyes widened with excitement as he practically bounced in his seat. "A Kekkei Genkai?! What kind? Is it Lava Release? Can you spit out lava rocks at people? Or is it Ice Release? Do you get to freeze people in cool ice sculptures? Or—" his eyes gleamed, "—do you have those cool red eyes, the Sharingan?!"
Kenta gave his older brother a deadpan look before glancing around the room, as if checking for something. He made a show of scanning every corner, his head snapping left and right, before dramatically whispering, "Ikkyu... don't say that too loud. If Tobirama Senju hears you calling the Sharingan 'cool red eyes,' he might just crawl out of his grave and drag you to the afterlife for this slander."
Ikkyu blinked before snickering. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Secret Kekkei Genkai, for not calling it 'The Eyes That Will Doom the World.'"
The Daimyô cleared his throat. "Enough nonsense. What is your Kekkei Genkai, Kenta and since when did you know that you had one?"
Kenta took a moment for dramatic effect, then grinned. "Well, I have it since I was five. I was practicing with it in secret. It's also half the reason that I want to become a shinobi. It's likely a Space-Time Kekkei Genkai."
The room fell silent. The Daimyô stiffened, and his hands gripped the armrests of his seat. "Did you just say... Space-Time? Do you even understand what that means, Kenta? Since ancient times, Space-Time Jutsus have been considered the most dangerous of all techniques. The only known user of such a jutsu in recent times was the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju, and he had to develop the Flying Raijin from scratch."
For a moment, he thought about what this revelation meant. For Konoha. For the Land of Fire. For his grandson. Kenta having such an ability could change everything.
Kenta, oblivious to the weight of his grandfather's thoughts, decided actions spoke louder than words. With a mischievous grin, he clapped his hands together.
*CLAP*
There was a slight displacement of air, and in the next second, Ikkyu was no longer in his seat. Instead, he was now crammed awkwardly into Kenta's much smaller chair, blinking in confusion while Kenta sat comfortably in his spot.
"What the—?!" Ikkyu blurted out before tumbling onto the floor. "Why am I in your seat?!"
Kenta grinned and clapped again. In an instant, he was back in his smaller seat. Ikkyu, who had just stood up, found himself tumbling down once more. But this time, Kenta had taken something with him—the dessert from Ikkyu's plate.
"Oi! Give that back!" Ikkyu shouted as Kenta happily took a bite, humming in satisfaction.
"Sorry, dear brother, but possession is nine-tenths of the law," Kenta said smugly. "And this cake... is mine now."
The Daimyô, still processing what he just saw, took a deep breath. "Kenta. How does your ability work?"
Kenta, still chewing, held up a finger. "Grandpa, I once heard a wise man say, 'The less people know about your abilities, the better your chances of survival.' And also... 'The more mysterious you are, the cooler you look.'"
The Daimyô stared. "Did you just make up that second part?"
"Maybe," Kenta said with a cheeky grin.
Shizuka, who had been watching all this unfold with her usual motherly smile, finally asked, "Kenta, why didn't you tell us about this before?"
Kenta sobered slightly. "Because I wanted to keep it hidden. If people knew about it, they'd start preparing countermeasures. I wanted it to be a surprise, not just for you but for my enemies too. The less they know, the better."
His words made the Daimyô nod in understanding. It was a very shinobi-like way of thinking, and yet, it was sound logic.
"Fine. I will not spread the word about your Kekkei Genkai," the Daimyô finally said. "But the Hokage—"
"Nope," Kenta cut him off immediately. "I don't trust that pervert Hokage."
The Daimyô sighed. "What do you have against the Hokage?"
Kenta huffed. "That man literally spies on women while they bathe! What if he decides to peep on my mom? Or worse, Grandma?! Do you really want to be known as the Daimyô whose wife got spied on by the Hokage?"
The Daimyô winced. He did not even want to ask Kenta about how he came to this knowledge. He too had heard the rumours surrounding Hiruzen. "That... is an unpleasant thought."
[A/N: We would be talking about Daimyô's wife some other day. There is a story there too. Also I wonder who spread these bad rumours about Hiruzen.]
"Exactly! And besides, knowing him from my politics teacher, the Hokage would probably try to rope me into some nonsense. Next thing you know, he'll say something like 'Oh Kenta, my dear boy, for the sake of peace, I need you to marry twenty wives and repopulate Konoha!'"
Ikkyu burst out laughing. "Pfft! That does sound like something he'd say."
The Daimyô let out a long sigh, rubbing his temple. "Alright, alright. I won't tell the Hokage."
Kenta smirked. "Good decision, Grandpa. I knew I could trust you."
"That makes one of us," the Daimyô muttered before shaking his head. "But if you are to practice this ability, you will do so in secret. Only within the estate. No unnecessary risks."
Kenta gave him a mock salute. "Aye aye, sir!"
Shizuka smiled warmly at her son, proud of his growth but also worried about the weight of his ability. "Kenta, just promise me one thing. No matter how strong you become, never forget that you're still our little boy."
Kenta grinned. "Of course, Mom. I'll always be your cute and innocent son."
Ikkyu snorted. "Innocent? You just stole my dessert!"
"Finders keepers, dear brother," Kenta said smugly, taking another bite.
The family dinner continued, but the mood had shifted. Kenta's revelation had changed everything. The Daimyô knew that from now on, his grandson was no longer just another talented shinobi—he was a potential game-changer in the world of ninja.
And for Kenta? He was just happy he got to mess with his family and eat and extra dessert.
"That went well." Kenta muttered as he munched on 'his' dessert.
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