After the water dragon exploded leaving severely damaged men numbering up to 5 laid on the ground. A young silver haired boy squatted next to them using his hand to slap the skinny man's head.
"Wake up!" He said as he used the back of his hand to slap the skinny man on his head. After 4 more slaps the man finally woke up, even though he felt immeasurable pain he managed to open his eyes and see the victor of their match.
"Oww," the man said as he regained his clarity, but his eyes immediately flashed from pain to fear as he noticed the mocking face. "Please, don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want, just don't kill me."
"Relax, I didn't intend to kill you. I just want to sell you and your buddies, but, if I don't find any buyers I will kill you." The last line was a threat. But the young teen was just too proud of himself to not laugh at the helpless face.
"Hahaha... You look funny now. I could always spare you…" Kakashi said and paused as he got up.
"Please spare me."
"You didn't allow me finish." He then walked to the window to check out the veil. "I meant I could always spare you… not. You could either tell me the person who you were planning to sell me to or you die."
The man paused. Kakashi walked towards the section where the utensils were kept, he quickly found a knife and went back to the position of the man and once again squatted.
"Oww, the pain finally came." Kakashi said as he held his ribs, they had been assaulted by the men he engaged in combat. His sharingan had been able to see their next moves but he was not fast enough to keep up with the two men.
He began sharpening the knife on the ground as he ignited the fear in the man. He was pissed off at being hurt, he was also pissed off at trying to be sold off. He had already decided that it was either to kill them or sell them to the highest bidder.
He didn't have a cheat skill that would allow him to recover quickly.
He sharpened the knife absent-mindedly on the floor. He had been sure to keep an eye on the person that was barely conscious.
"Are you ready to talk?" Kakashi asked suddenly.
"Please spare me."
"Wrong answer."
Kakashi took a hold of the man's hand. He then brought the knife forward and began to slowly cut off the man's index finger. Kakashi was trying to make the experience very painful, this guy had tried to sell him off.
"Is it because I look like a kid?' Kakashi wondered as he slowly caused serious pain, "This body is probably still undergoing puberty."
The other 5 people in the room had their cursed energy reserves depleted. He on the other hand still had a medium amount of chakra, he would be able to take on any other attacker.
As the man's index finger had been cut off he finally gave up, this experience wasn't like the normal one. He wanted to give his opponents optimum damage even after the battle.
"Ok, I'll talk." The man said as his last mental fortitude crumbled as the teen had placed his severed bleeding finger right in front of him.
The scarecrow-like boy dropped the other index finger and looked at him. "You said you were going to talk. Well start squawking, or do you want to lose an earlobe?" He asked.
"We were planning to sell you to an auction that was coming next month. It is in Kyoto and we were planning to make a lot of money,,, please spare me." The man pleaded.
"So you were planning on selling me, Kakashi Kishimoto! Well you have another thing coming!" The voice that came out was very temperamental. You couldn't tell if he was finding the experience very funny or if he was hurt by the whole thing.
'Should I kill them?' The thought stayed in his mind and he became very confused, he couldn't turn them into Jujutsu tech because he wasn't sure of what was going to happen. If he gave them to the police there was no doubt that they would escape and try to kill him.
Kakashi was conflicted, he couldn't tell of what to do. He didn't want to go and sell those fools to Kyoto because he wasn't sure of the level of Jujutsu sorcerers would reside there. Tokyo was already crazy because of the overwhelming amount of special grades that resided here: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, there was also a decent amount of Sukuna's fingers scattered around and the fact that just one of Sukuna's fingers equaled to the amount of the power of a special grade did not help things.
After thinking for several minutes he finally came up with a solution!
He would bomb this place! But the problem with that would be that he wouldn't have anywhere to live.
'That's a no go.'
He pumped chakra into his eye, causing it to turn into an abnormal hue of red with a three tomoe on it.
'My biggest problem with it is that the original Kakashi had the Mangekyou Sharingan before Naruto started while I am stuck with a three tomoe. At least I can turn it off and on when I want, that makes up for it I guess.'
"Shadow clone jutsu!" He shouted.
An exact duplicate of him appeared by his side. The original nodded at the clone and the two of them began slapping each of them awake, he was going to either kill them or make them hospitalized.
'If only I remembered the episode flying thunder God jutsu was used.' He sighed.
He was going to transform these fools into pencils so he could transport the people while they stayed in his pockets. Correction: His clone was the one going to do it.
They gathered the men into a group where they each touched each other. By this time, the rest of them were already awake but like the skinny man had finished his cursed energy and felt like most of their bones were broken and fractured.
The clone sat down in the middle of all of them and put his hands in a familiar motion.
"Transform!" He said.
Now there were 5 pencils on the ground, the clone was wearing a smile on his face as he suffocated the man-pencils.
After the shadow clone had gotten off of them he put them in his pocket. He was taking them to the barren land where he had trained for two days, he wasn't going to bother turning them back into humans because they messed with him.
Kakashi was a task-master when it came to pain. He had gotten many of it in his last life, he had barely had time to do anything that did not concern the bigger picture. Even if his life was lost it was for the bigger picture that was why when he died the people he had worked with had not even bothered burying the body.
It was for the bigger picture.
His family was unknown to him.
Soon enough he arrived at the wilderness where he had trained and then emptied his pockets. The "pencils" fell to the ground and as they had small bodies, that made the fall even more painful for their normal bodies.
"When you guys transform back into your normal self you should try to recover so you can get back at me in a rematch…" He paused glaring mockingly at the pencils, "Though, if you survive I'll be more than 20x stronger than all of your sorry asses, so I wouldn't suggest that."
He walked away from the wilderness before going on a full-fledged sprint. When the shadow clone was gone, they would turn back into people.
He quickly reached the city and headed back into the place he called home. Except, he didn't need to see anymore crooks using his house as their secret base.
He needed two things, sleep and his original chakra reserves.
And a Mangekyou Sharingan.
A/N: I haven't been able to write for a while. It's because I don't have any motivation, I created a buymeacoffee so that I would get some motivation but no one is coming.
Am I a bad author?
Anyway, I'll deliver three chapters before Sunday.
Also, by next week there should be discord roles and an official roles. Those who join my buymeacoffee will get official roles on the discord, those who don't join can still become a part of it.