[Harry Potter bought bread from Wilson Wright on June 30, 1989. The amount owed today is one pound. The repayment date is July 31, 1996. The outstanding amount fluctuates according to the bank's interest rate every year.]
"YOU DON'T PAY RENT, DON'T GIVE ME MONEY, AND YOUR DAMN BODY DOESN'T EVEN BRING ANYONE OVER! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A GIRL, SO YOU CAN'T GIVE IT TO ME PERSONALLY."
"Alright, alright," he says, his voice filled with laughter and defeat. "You win, grandmother. But I'm warning you, I'll be back. And next time, I'm bringing the whole team."
The selection process was grueling, a gauntlet of physical and mental challenges designed to weed out all but the most dedicated and capable recruits. But I refused to give up, refused to let my dream slip through my fingers. And when the final results were posted, my name was there, shining like a beacon of hope amidst a sea of uncertainty.
The teachers at school think I'm a lost cause, always giving me those disapproving looks and whispering behind my back. The other students aren't much better, avoiding me like I'm some kind of disease. Not that I give a damn. Friends are overrated, and I don't need anyone's approval.
However, Ezra knew he was being taken for a fool, "Listen here, smartass. I ain't buying all this for 75 dollars. I'm not dumb enough to know when I'm NOT being robbed." Ezra added, testing the waters...
As the vagrant extracted himself and noticed Ezra, a crooked smile split his bearded face, revealing several browning teeth. "Hey pretty boy, you lost?" he called out in a gravelly voice. "Pretty folk like you don't belong 'round these parts after dark." The man said, coming closer.
[Yes, I can allow your body to grow taller than it should, by stimulating your growth hormones towards your bones and other body-specific body parts... For example, at this very moment, your maximum height would have been around 5'10. Slightly above the average male, with your growth stopping at the age of approximately 20 years old..."
A young boy, no older than a teenager, expertly twirled a kunai in his hand, his gaze fixed intently on the group of defeated rogue ninja sprawled before him. Just moments ago, he had led his team on a daring mission, thwarting the rogue ninja's raid and safeguarding the terrified villagers. Now, a new challenge presented itself – the fate of their captives.
The funny part was that nobody could ever seem to figure out why they kept coming to us as I made sure to stop any inflow of natural energy whenever someone came looking. Thanks to this I was able to figure out that nobody else seemed to be able to sense the stuff for some reason. There was one animal that came to visit that I refused to part with however much to my grandmothers absolute horror, Ren the scorpion.-
The woman was a strong lady and tried her best to let me grow up normally to the point she didn't even seem to care that I learned much faster than any normal child and could speak coherently at the age of two. I was regularly taken for checkups due to a rather unfortunate attraction I had for the local wildlife. By that I don't mean that I sought them out but rather the other way around as my house became a spot all sorts of animals congregated and not just the good sort either. Spiders, snakes, poisonous moths, cats, dogs, rabbits you name it and my home saw a visit at least once from them.-
Rage and animosity burned in his eyes as he muttered under his breath, teeth clenched so hard they almost cracked: "Uchiha Sogetsu! When I return, I'll make Madara kill you!"
Danzo shook his head in disagreement, his voice steady and confident. "I've taken all of that into consideration. My plan is foolproof. I've analyzed every possible variable and adjusted our strategy accordingly."