The master bedroom of the Nakamura house was dimly lit by the soft glow of paper lanterns, casting warm amber hues across the expansive silk-draped bed. Rina, the young maid with her long brown hair now loosened from its ponytail, lay beneath Shi Yan, her body trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. This was her first time—her very first.
Shi Yan, the imposing young master of the house, positioned himself between her legs. His long black hair cascaded over his shoulders as he gripped her hips firmly.
With one smooth, deliberate thrust, he penetrated her tight, virgin entrance. Rina gasped sharply, her fingers clutching the sheets as she felt him stretch and fill her completely.
"Ahh—Master Shi Yan... it's so big..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and overwhelmed.
"You're so tight, Rina," Shi Yan murmured, his golden eyes locked on hers with intense affection. "So warm and perfect around me. You take me so well for your first time."
He began to move slowly at first, rocking his hips in deep, measured strokes. Rina's initial discomfort gradually melted into waves of pleasure as her body adjusted. Her soft moans filled the room, growing louder with each thrust. "Mmm… Master… it feels… good now…"
Shi Yan leaned down, kissing her neck and whispering compliments between thrusts. "Such a good girl. Your little pussy is gripping me so eagerly. You were made for this—for me."
He shifted positions, pulling her on top so she straddled him in cowgirl. Rina placed her hands on his toned chest for support, experimentally rolling her hips. The new angle made her gasp as he hit a deeper, more sensitive spot inside her. "Oh god… like that…"
She began to ride him more confidently, breasts bouncing with each movement.
Shi Yan groaned in pleasure, his hands guiding her waist. "That's it, Rina. Ride your master. You look so beautiful like this—flushed and needy."
After several minutes of her riding him, he flipped her onto her back again, then turned her over into doggy style.
Rina arched her back instinctively, pushing her ass toward him as he entered her from behind with renewed vigor. The position allowed him to thrust harder and deeper, his hips slapping against her soft flesh. Rina cried out in ecstasy, burying her face in the pillows. "Master! It's too deep— I'm going to… ahh!"
They continued like this passionately for over thirty minutes, switching between missionary, her riding him, and him taking her from behind lost in each other's bodies.
Rina's virgin tightness and eager responsiveness drove Shi Yan wild. He kept praising her softly: "You're so wet for me… Such a sweet, tight little maid. I love how you moan for me."
Finally, in doggy style, Shi Yan's rhythm grew frantic. With a deep, guttural groan, he pulled out at the last moment and came hard across her ass, thick ropes of warm cum painting her smooth skin and dripping down her curves. Rina shivered at the sensation, still panting from her own climax.
Shi Yan gently stroked her back. "Clean me up, Rina."
Still flushed and obedient, she turned around on her knees. With shy determination, she took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking and licking every trace of their combined juices clean. Her tongue swirled around him gently until he was spotless. Shi Yan ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring, "Perfect girl."
Satisfied and exhausted, they collapsed together onto the large bed. Shi Yan pulled Rina into his arms, her head resting on his chest. They drifted off to sleep entwined, the lanterns flickering softly around them.
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The morning sun filtered softly through the silk curtains of the master bedroom, casting a warm glow over the grand bed.
Shi Yan woke up slowly, feeling a pleasant warmth against his chest. Wrapped securely in his arm was the beautiful Rina, her breathing soft and rhythmic. A gentle smile played on his lips as he lightly nudged her shoulder, prompting her to stir.
"Uuhm..." Rina murmured, her long eyelashes fluttering open. The moment her brown eyes locked onto Shi Yan's face, reality crashed back into her mind. She scrambled backward, her face instantly turning a brilliant shade of crimson. "Oh... I am so sorry, Master! I should have woken up much earlier to attend to you!"
"It's okay, Rina," Shi Yan laughed softly, leaning back against the pillows. "And remember... call me by my name when we are alone."
Rina fidgeted with the blanket, her voice trembling with hesitation. "H-How can I possibly do that..."
"It's a command," Shi Yan interrupted smoothly, his golden eyes flashing with playful authority.
Rina looked at him, her heart swelling with an incredibly sweet, overwhelming affection. Yet, as the vivid memories of the previous night flashed through her mind, her face burned even hotter.
Desperate to divert her own racing thoughts, she hurriedly stood up. "I... I will go bring your breakfast, Master!"
"Hmm," Shi Yan nodded, thoroughly amused.
After stretching his limbs and eating a hearty breakfast prepared by a still-blushing Rina, Shi Yan got dressed in his signature white robes.
It was time to head toward the designated shinobi training grounds. Knowing Kakashi Hatake's notorious tendency to get entirely lost on the "Path of Life," Shi Yan had calculated his departure perfectly. He intended to arrive at the exact moment the chaotic bell test reached its climax.
The Training Field
The field was in absolute ruins. After hours of trying their absolute best and completely exhausting their physical and mental reserves, the newly formed Team 7 stood battered and bruised.
Following a rollercoaster of ups and downs, Kakashi Hatake finally looked down at the three genin, a soft curve visible beneath his mask as he delivered his ultimate lesson on the absolute importance of comrades.
"Congratulations, Naruto, on finally becoming a full-fledged shinobi."
The smooth, resonant voice echoed from the tree behind them. Everyone whipped their heads around in shock. Kakashi's eye widened considerably beneath his forehead protector; his heart skipped a beat as he realized someone had successfully managed to sneak up on him without triggering a single sensory alarm.
"Shi Yan!" Naruto cheered, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "How long have you been standing there?!"
"Long enough to watch you get your ass poked, whipped over and over again, and finally tied mercilessly to a wooden post," Shi Yan smirked, as he jumped down and walked out into the clearing with a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Hahaha."
Kakashi's single visible eye narrowed into a sharp, calculating glare. The fact that this youth had been present throughout the entire multi-hour exercise without a veteran Jonin like himself noticing was an incredibly alarming revelation.
"Naruto... who is he?" Sakura Haruno asked, her cheeks instantly flushing pink as she stared at Shi Yan's peerless, celestial face.
"Oh! He's my best friend, Shi Yan!" Naruto introduced proudly, puffing out his chest. "He's a noble, and he's got a seriously huge mansion!"
"Shi Yan, these are my teammates, and this is our sensei!" Naruto added.
Shi Yan offered a polite, sweeping nod. "It is an absolute honor to finally make the acquaintance of the legendary Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja. I must say, Naruto, you managed to secure quite an amazing instructor. Kakashi Hatake here is as elite as a Jonin gets."
Hearing this, Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura turned to stare at their lazy-looking sensei, completely surprised by the sheer weight of his hidden capabilities.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Shi Yan-sama," Kakashi replied, his tone polite but entirely guarded.
"Just call me Shi Yan."
Kakashi nodded slowly. Shi Yan turned his golden gaze toward the miniature Team 7—the very trio that would one day shake the absolute foundations of the entire shinobi world. But right now? He couldn't care less. To his enlightened eyes, they were currently nothing.
"Quite a fascinating lineup you have put together here, Kakashi," Shi Yan mused offhandedly, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. "An Uzumaki, an Uchiha, and a commoner. These two boys are fairly average for their age... but this pink-haired girl looks completely and utterly useless for now."
"What did you just say, you bastard?!" Sakura snapped. Ticked off by the blunt, freezing comment, her temper completely flared as she blasted a scream directly at him.
Instantly, the entire training field fell into a dead, suffocating silence.
Shi Yan's golden eyes went entirely cold. In a fraction of a second, he unleashed a massive, terrifying wave of pure, concentrated Killing Intent (KI). The spiritual pressure surged outward like a tidal wave, warping the heavy air around them.
Kakashi's body moved purely on veteran instinct, instantly dropping into a rigid defensive position to shield his students.
At the absolute forefront of Shi Yan's spiritual assault was Sakura. The pink-haired girl's face drained of all color, turning entirely pale as her legs began to shake violently.
She stared at Shi Yan with wide, horrified eyes, looking as if she had just seen a primordial ghost. Even Sasuke and Naruto found themselves completely rooted to the spot, unable to draw a single breath under the crushing weight of his aura.
Shi Yan smoothly retracted the pressure back into his core, the terrifying atmosphere vanishing as quickly as it had arrived.
"These kids are remarkably green, Kakashi," Shi Yan spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened. "Take them out to see some real blood soon, or you won't even realize it when they inevitably die on the field."
He knew his reaction was an overstatement to a mere civilian girl, but he had made a solemn vow to himself: he would never allow anyone to blemish his honor or speak down to him, no matter who they were. He commanded absolute respect, and he would have it such is the innate arrogance of an immortal cultivator.
Kakashi remained highly alerted, his muscles still tense. Seeing this, Shi Yan flashed a bright, reassuring smile, treating the legendary ninja as if they were lifelong friends.
"Kakashi, I actually have a small personal request to ask of you."
"I'm listening," Kakashi replied with his classic deadpan expression. Internally, however, the Copy Ninja's mind was racing.
'According to the official village records, this boy is supposed to be a standard civilian noble. But clearly, he is absolutely not. That flawless stealth, that terrifying level of killing intent, and a level of confidence that suggests everything is within the palm of his hand... he is dangerous. I need to report this directly to the Hokage immediately.'
"I know that your late father, Sakumo Hatake, was widely recognized as one of the absolute greatest Kenjutsu masters in history," Shi Yan explained, tapping his chin. "I myself have become quite interested in the way of the sword. I was wondering if you could use your connections to get me in touch with a good blacksmith to forge a uniquely sturdy blade. I will pay full financial compensation and provide all the raw materials myself. I simply need a master craftsman—the one who forged the legendary blade for the Great White Fang is bound to be extraordinary."
As the conversation progressed, Shi Yan smoothly negotiated a binding deal with Kakashi. In exchange for the introduction, Shi Yan handed over a scroll containing several extremely rare, high-density ores and medicine he had discovered while exploring the wild forests with Grandpa Roshi.
While advanced cultivators were typically adept in various secondary occupations, Shi Yan's fragmented memories only contained advanced knowledge regarding Alchemy and ancient Inscriptions (the equivalent of the Uzumaki clan's Fuinjutsu).
His knowledge of Blacksmithing was practically non-existent. Though he could easily use his inscription seals to make a standard sword durable, what he truly desired was a magnificent, unparalleled weapon.
Shi Yan had started training in the way of the sword very early in his current life, getting instantly hooked on the discipline.
At one point, he had loved the blade so much he even slept with it. But as his physical cultivation rapidly advanced, ordinary iron swords could no longer bear the immense strain of his pure energy.
Within his subconscious, the definitive hierarchy of the Sword Realms was clearly mapped out:
SWORD CHILD
SWORD SOLDIER
SWORD GENERAL
SWORD DUKE
SWORD KING
SWORD EMPEROR
SWORD SAINT
AND THE LEGENDARY 'SWORD-GOD'
No cultivator below the absolute DIVINE realm could ever hope to touch the final three stages. As for the legendary title of Sword-God?
Anyone who achieved that level of cosmic enlightenment—regardless of their biological race would be instantly promoted to the rank of a primordial Ancestor by the legendary 'Sword Race' itself.
Currently, Shi Yan sat firmly at the peak of a Sword General. To further unleash his massive, destructive strength, a world-class weapon was an absolute necessity.
Having finalized his business arrangement with Kakashi, Shi Yan turned on his heel to depart. Before leaving the clearing, his golden eyes briefly locked onto the shivering form of Sakura once more. Kakashi instantly tensed up, but Shi Yan simply stared through her.
He wasn't looking at her out of any twisted desire or a petty need for revenge. Rather, looking at her terrified, fragile state simply triggered a deeply buried, long-lost memory within his soul: the memory of his very first kill.
....
Deep within the untamed outskirts of the Fire Country, a half-dozen ruthless bandits had completely surrounded an elderly man and a young boy.
The surrounding grass was already stained crimson, littered with the corpses of several bandits who had been cut down by the old man. However, the elderly guardian was visibly injured, bleeding heavily from multiple gashes sustained while shielding the child.
"Boss... that old fart just slaughtered every single rogue ninja we hired," a skinny bandit whispered, his hands trembling as he gripped his spear. "We should just cut our losses and run away!"
"Shut up!" a heavily scarred, brawny bandit leader spat, wiping blood from his chin. "Look at that old bastard, he's on his absolute last leg! That kid looks like a wealthy noble. If we capture him alive, we will secure a massive fortune in ransom money!"
"Young Master Shi... you must run," Old Man Roshi wheezed, his breath ragged as he leaned heavily on his sword. "I will hold them here as long as I can..."
Looking at Roshi's battered, bleeding body, Shi Yan's heart trembled violently. He knew with absolute certainty that if his resolve faltered for even a single second, Roshi would die right here in the dirt.
"No," young Shi Yan spoke up, his voice losing all childish innocence. "I will never abandon you, Grandpa. Moreover... I will kill them myself."
Shi Yan closed his eyes for a brief moment, drawing a deep breath to firmly resolve his spirit. This was exactly why he had trained so hard. If he died here, then so be it. But if he backed down out of fear, it would be an eternal disgrace to his hard work.
He possessed the power to kill them; he simply needed the psychological resolve to execute it.
"Hahaha! Did you hear that? The little brat says he's going to kill us!" a random bandit mocked, howling with laughter. "What a joke! Just lay down like a good little noble and let us earn our money!"
Shi Yan said absolutely nothing. He locked his golden eyes onto the mocking bandit, lowered his stance, and triggered his energy.
'Swift Step.'
Swift Step was an ultimate movement technique that Shi Yan had painstakingly mastered through his cultivation.
In a literal blink of an eye, it appeared as though he had instantly teleported across the clearing. He materialized directly in front of the laughing man.
Before the bandit could even process the movement, Shi Yan thrust his short sword forward, shoving the blade completely through the man's throat.
The bandit was killed instantly. Crimson blood erupted from the wound like a fountain, a hot stream spraying directly into Shi Yan's eyes. Yet, the young cultivator didn't even blink.
He merely turned his cold, predatory gaze toward his remaining prey. Like a ferocious lion released from its cage, he brought absolute, merciless death to every single bandit remaining in the forest.
Once the slaughter concluded, Shi Yan stood amidst the bodies, looking straight at his guardian. "Are you alright, Grandpa?"
Roshi said nothing. He simply rushed forward and wrapped his arms around the boy, completely ignoring his blood-stained clothes. He held him tight against his chest. "Let it out, my child... just let it all out."
Roshi looked down at Shi Yan's right hand, which was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. Shi Yan looked down as well, realizing for the first time that his hand was shaking uncontrollably.
The gravity of what he had just done crashed into his mind: he had taken human lives. For the first time, he felt terrified, nauseous, and deeply afraid.
But Old Man Roshi simply embraced him even tighter, providing a shield against the darkness.
....
Back inside the master bedroom of the Nakamura Mansion, the cold, detached look returned to Shi Yan's eyes.
Standing in the center of the dark room, his spiritual energy suddenly flared with an eerie, freezing intensity.
In an instant, his long black hair and golden eyes rapidly shifted colors, transforming into a striking, snowy white.
He shed his traditional white robes, donning a pitch-black, form-fitting combat outfit. A slightly worn-out, ancient sword hung silently from his waist.
Reaching into his spatial storage, he pulled out a terrifying, bone-white Hollow Mask and placed it firmly over his face, completely concealing his features.
Turning around, he performed an advanced, high-level Clone Technique, leaving an identical, perfect physical duplicate of himself sitting casually on the couch to ensure his absence would never be noted by any prying eyes.
With his preparations complete, he seamlessly dissolved into the shadows, stealthily slipping out of the Hidden Leaf Village completely undetected.
The Underground Bounty Hall
Deep within a subterranean, dimly lit chamber far removed from the jurisdiction of the Hidden Leaf, a heavy, demonic aura suddenly manifested out of thin air.
This was the infamous Bounty Hall—a lawless, underground haven where rogue ninja, mercenaries, and black-market assassins converged to cash in on high-profile assassinations.
As the white-haired youth in the terrifying bone mask glided silently through the dark corridors, the surrounding mercenaries instinctively stepped back, a shiver running down their spines at the suffocating pressure radiating from his form.
In this dark, bloody underbelly of the world, Shi Yan carried an entirely different identity—a terrifying moniker whispered in fear among the bingo books:
He was the Son of Death: "Sword Rogue."