Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Shōnen Hero with Fish Breath
"You picked the wrong house, fool."
— Big Smoke, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
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Location: Outskirts of Konoha – Riverside Clearing
Otis walked the familiar path back to his training hut. A paper bag hung from each arm, stuffed with vegetables, spices, and cooking oil. The scent of garlic and ginger still lingered faintly from the stall he'd stopped at.
Winter had arrived in full swing and now Konoha lay beneath a thick white blanket of snow.
His pace was relaxed. Snow crunched beneath his boots. His breath fogged the air. He'd been thinking of stew.
A good day.
Until he saw the clearing.
He stopped.
One brow twitched.
The little riverside hut — the one he'd repaired by hand, board by board— was flattened.
Wood scattered.
The storage crate was cracked open..
Blankets shredded and tossed. One of his shirts was hanging from a tree branch like a white flag of surrender.
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Otis stared.
Then glanced down at the grocery bags.
"I was gone for an hour."
He stepped forward, surveying the wreckage. Claw marks dug into the soil near the cooking pit. A paw print — big and heavy.
Too sharp.
Something… wild.
Otis crouched low near the edge of the broken crate, brushing some crushed rice with his fingers.
It was fresh.
Still warm.
He looked at a corner of cloth flapping in the wind, torn and drool-covered.
"You broke my door."
He stood up slowly, eyes narrowing just a little. Angry and — just...annoyed.
"You stole my fish."
A quiet breath.
A memory flickered — his first night building this place. Cold hands. Splinters. A leaky roof. He'd cursed every beam. And still, it became a place that was his.
He looked up into the forest.
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Then muttered — almost like a promise:
"You better taste good."
And with that, he set the groceries down gently, cracked his knuckles… and followed the trail.
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Location: Outskirts of Konoha – Snowy Forest
The sky had grayed since he left trailing the path of that wild animal
The snowflakes drifted downward, settling lightly on Otis's broad shoulders as he stepped through the tree line.
His boots sank slightly into the fresh layer of snow with every step. Each print heavier than the last, his trail joining the set of deep clawed footprints headed north — erratic, the trails are recent.
Otis crouched again, running his fingers along a broken tree branch.
"Too big to be a wolf."
He picked up a tuft of white fur, clinging to bark.
"Too dumb to be a summon."
A low gust of wind rustled the trees around him, scattering snowflakes
He stood.
The forest was quiet — unnaturally quiet.
Branches creaked overhead. Snow crunched under his boots. He followed the trail for nearly half an hour, winding through the pines, crossing a half-frozen stream, and moving deeper into the woods than most civilians dared to go.
And then—
He saw it.
At the base of a ridge, curled near a fallen tree, snoring like thunder, lay a massive white bear.
A polar bear.
In Konoha.
Otis frowned.
Its fur was thick, and its body scarred..
One of Otis's blankets was draped over its back, tangled like it had tried to wear it.
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Beside it lay a half-eaten fish, flopped helplessly in the snow.
One of his fish.
Otis stopped about ten feet away.
He tilted his head, more annoyed than curious as he watched it sleep.
"You better be delicious," he muttered.
The bear snorted loudly in its sleep, one ear twitching.
Otis quietly cracked his knuckles.
The bear snored, steam puffing from its nose with every breath.
The fish beside it twitched once, then stopped. It was the fish Otis caught and put it in his hut for cooking today
Otis took one slow step forward.
The bear's ear twitched.
Another step.
Then —
Snap.
A stick snapped under his boot.
SNORT—!
The bear's eyes flew open.
It jolted upright.
The blanket slipped off its back like a cape, dramatic — like some snow-covered shōnen hero.
Their eyes locked.
Otis pointed at the fish.
"That's mine."
The bear growled.
Otis narrowed his eyes.
"...That too," he added, pointing at the blanket hanging off its butt.
The bear rose to its full height.
Ten feet tall.
Muscle. White Fur, and Breath like steam.
It was big.
It roared, sending snow falling from branches overhead.
Otis didn't flinch.
He rolled his shoulders.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Let's settle this."
The bear lunged.
Otis sidestepped, grabbed a branch, and —
THWACK! — smacked the bear square on its furry butt.
The bear roared again — louder, furious — and surged forward in a charge.
Otis exhaled once and braced.
CRACK—!
The bear slammed into him like a boulder. Snow exploded outward as Otis was pushed back several feet, his feet digging trenches in the earth slowing his momentum.
He grabbed the bear's fur to steady himself — then grunted as the beast reared up and raking a paw the size of a shield toward his head.
WHUMP!
Otis ducked under it, barely.
The claws caught his coat, tearing it open across the shoulder. Steam rose where the fabric parted.
He rolled back, came up panting, and stripped the coat off entirely.
"Alright," he muttered. "No talking this out, huh?"
The bear growled, claws stained with shredded fabric and fish oil.
Otis tossed the coat aside, cracked his neck, and grabbed a fallen log nearby.
"Fine. We'll do it your way."
The bear charged again.
Otis swung the log like a bat — a clean arc — and struck it across the side. Its ribs
THOOM.
The sound echoed like a thunderclap.
The bear staggered — stunned — but stayed standing. Then, it lashed out with a wide swipe.
WHAM!
It hit Otis square in the chest.
He went flying back into a snowbank.
Thunk.
Buried.
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Then the snow moved — exploded, really — and Otis emerged with steam coming off his breath, half-covered snow and spitting the snow that got into his mouth
"...Okay. You hit harder than that chunin."
He grabbed a boulder this time.
A real one.
Lifted it.
The bear paused.
Otis threw it — and this time, the sound of air tearing followed it.
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(A/N)
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