Adaptation- modification of an organism or its parts that makes it more fit for existence under the conditions of its environment.
Or, a Male Character like Mahoraga
Y/n sighed as he and Maki finished their third lap around the estate. Maki didn't seem to be too winded as she stretched.
Y/n had gained tons of muscle. And had gotten a lot stronger. He still was mostly lean thankfully. He didn't want to be some giant hulking beast.
It had been around three weeks since he had made the binding vow. And since then he's been getting treated... Differently.
It was as though he were a kid again. Where everyone wanted to keep close to him. To befriend him. But that time had passed. The only other Zenin he needed was Maki. The rest could all die right now and he wouldn't bat an eye.
The sound of footsteps caught the duo's attention, as they looked over.
Maki grunted when she saw one of the clan elders walking up. A fond smile on his face as he did so.
"Ah, Y/n." He smiled softly. "I'm glad to finally meet up with you." He slowed down, as his eyes flicked to Maki.
"I don't care what you have to say," Y/n said, turning his head away. "You can try all you want, but I won't listen to anything you geezers tell me to do."
Maki locked eyes with the man. They both glared at each other for a few seconds, as Y/n began to walk away.
"Let's go Maki." He called her.
Maki grunted, shaking her head before she followed after Y/n. "Old bastard." She muttered.
The elder grunted, squinting his eyes angrily. "How dare you turn you're back to me you insolent brats!" He yelled.
Neither of them seemed to care as they continued forward.
"A MAN SHOULD NEVER MINGLE WITH WEAKLINGS!" He yelled, spit leaving his crinkled mouth. His anger was clear as the sun. "YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A DISAPPOINTMENT!"
"A WOMAN LIKE HER WILL ONLY BE GOOD AS A BREEDING SOW!"
Y/n stopped in his tracks. clenching his fist as he shook for a few seconds.
Y/n slowly turned to look at the elder "What did you say?" He asked as he stalked past Maki.
Maki didn't stop him. Anger was clear on her face as well, and it seemed as though she would go after the old man.
The old man gasped, taking a step back as Y/n stalked over to him. "Stay away you filthy Monkey spawn!" he raised his hand as though something was about to form in it.
Before he could. Y/n cleared the distance in a single second. Grabbing onto his wrist, and clenching tightly.
The sound of something snapping made the man gasp in pain, as he tried to pull himself out of Y/n's grip, going so far as to try and step away, all while screaming bloody murder.
Y/n grunted. Raising a clenched fist. As the elder watched with fearful eyes. He could only see someone who wasn't there. He could only see-
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