Ghoul Instructor Naruto


Naruto x ?


Story Start


In the shadowed halls of the Magus Institute, where the air buzzed with the latent power of restrained magic and the walls themselves whispered of dark secrets, Victor Cromwell paced before a large, ancient map pinned across the wall of his dimly lit office. The map, covered in runes and markers, detailed various magical hotspots around the globe, but Cromwell's interest was fixed intensely on one location marked with a sinister black X: Grimwood's School.

Victor Cromwell is a commanding presence, standing at over six feet with a broad, imposing frame. His skin is pale, almost ashen, which contrasts starkly with the deep black of his meticulously groomed hair, swept back to reveal a high, thoughtful forehead. His eyes are a piercing gray, cold and calculating, framed by thick eyebrows that add intensity to his gaze.

Cromwell dresses in a manner that befits his role as a leader within the Magus Institute. He is wearing a long, dark charcoal coat that reaches his knees, tailored perfectly to his large build. The coat is made of a thick, durable fabric, ideal for both protection and ceremonial purposes, with intricate silver runes sewn into the hem and cuffs that shimmer subtly with protective magic. Underneath, he dons a crisp, dark violet shirt paired with a muted gray vest, and his black trousers are sharp and pristine. His boots are polished to a high shine, with silver buckles that match the runes on his coat. A dark cloak sometimes drapes his shoulders, signifying his status and the gravity of his mission.

The room was filled with the soft murmur of voices as Cromwell prepared to address the small group he had personally selected for this mission. Each individual in the room had been chosen for their unique skills and their shared belief in the Institute's cause—controlling the monster population to prevent what Cromwell argued was an inevitable uprising against human-controlled realms.

"Thank you all for coming," Cromwell began, his voice low and steady, carrying an undercurrent of undeniable authority. "You are here because you are the best of your respective classes and because you understand what is at stake."

He gestured to the map behind him. "Grimwood's School—a breeding ground for monsters, and a threat nestled too close to human territories. Our goal is to extract specimens for research; these creatures, these... girls possess abilities that could redefine the boundaries of magic and science."

To his right stood Mila Dragos, a fierce young witch with a specialty in hexes and containment spells. Her family had hunted monsters for generations, and her eyes burned with a cold fire as she nodded sharply at Cromwell's words.

Mila Dragos has a fierce, angular face, with high cheekbones and a narrow chin that give her a predatory look. Her eyes are a vivid shade of emerald green, reflecting her family's ancient heritage as monster hunters. Her hair is jet black, long and usually tied back in a tight braid that falls to her mid-back, which she prefers for its practicality during missions.

Mila's outfit is utilitarian, reflecting her direct and aggressive approach to monster hunting. She wears a fitted, dark leather jacket reinforced with hidden chainmail for protection, under which lies a lightweight, burgundy tunic. Her pants are flexible and dark, allowing for stealth and mobility, tucked into knee-high leather boots with reinforced toes for combat. Her belt carries multiple pouches containing various magical artifacts and weapons, each carefully selected for quick access. Her family's crest, a dragon coiled around a sword, is embroidered on her jacket's shoulder, symbolizing her proud lineage.

Next to Mila was Jasper Knox, a warlock whose talent with barriers and defensive spells was unmatched by his peers. His calm demeanor belied the strategic genius within, making him an invaluable asset for the mission.

Jasper Knox is slightly below average height, with a compact, wiry frame that belies his strength. He has sandy blond hair, cut short and often tousled from running his hands through it in frustration or thought. His eyes are a soft blue, thoughtful and observant, framed by lightweight glasses that he adjusts out of habit more than necessity.

Jasper's attire is a blend of scholar and field operative. He wears a light brown tweed jacket with elbow patches, over a pale blue button-down shirt that's usually crisp and clean. His brown trousers are smart but made of durable fabric suitable for fieldwork, and his shoes are comfortable, dark leather oxfords, practical for long hours of standing or walking. He often wears a thin, dark scarf tucked into his jacket, a nod to his meticulous nature.

On Cromwell's left was Fiona Creed, a sorceress with an affinity for illusions and mind manipulation. Her abilities would be crucial for subduing and capturing the targets without physical confrontation.

Fiona Creed is elegant and statuesque, with a poised demeanor that commands attention. She has long, flowing auburn hair that cascades in waves around her shoulders, often left loose to frame her sharp, intelligent face. Her eyes are a striking amber, intense and mesmerizing, capable of disarming the unwary with just a look.

Fiona's wardrobe is carefully chosen to enhance her natural charisma and authority. She favors long, flowing robes of deep forest green, which move like liquid around her as she walks. The robes are cinched at the waist with a golden belt, from which hang several small, delicate pouches containing various illusion-enhancing components. Her boots are soft, supple leather, the color of rich soil, almost silent on the ground. Around her neck, she wears a necklace of finely crafted silver, each link inscribed with tiny, intricate runes that glow faintly in the presence of magic.

Completing the team was Eli Thorn, a young mage with the rare ability to siphon and redirect magical energies. This skill would be essential to counteract the potent magical defenses they expected to encounter at Grimwood's.

Eli Thorn is tall and slender, with an almost delicate appearance that masks his true resilience and power. His hair is platinum blond, almost white, with a luster that seems to reflect moonlight, worn long enough to brush his collar. His skin is pale, giving him an ethereal quality, and his eyes are a clear, piercing silver that seems to see right through to the heart of matters.

Eli's clothing is minimalist but functional. He wears a sleek, silver-gray tunic that shimmers slightly when he moves, a subtle indication of the protective spells woven into the fabric. His pants are matching gray and close-fitting, allowing for ease of movement without risk of snagging in the field. His boots are lightweight but sturdy, enchanted for silence. He wears a single, simple bracelet on his wrist, silver and unadorned save for a single rune that pulses with a soft light, the source of his power siphoning abilities.

Cromwell turned back to the group, each member now standing rigidly at attention. "Mila, you will lead the containment unit. Your hexes will neutralize the targets, making it possible for us to transport them safely."

Mila nodded, her expression unreadable. "Understood. I've developed a new set of binding hexes that should keep them incapacitated."

Cromwell's gaze shifted to Jasper. "Jasper, your barriers will protect the team from any retaliatory attacks. Coordinate closely with Mila; timing will be critical."

Jasper responded, his voice even, "I've prepared several contingency plans based on their known abilities. They won't break through my defenses."

"Fiona, you will infiltrate their defenses using your illusions. Confuse them, lead them astray, make them see allies as enemies. We cannot afford outright assault; subtlety is our weapon," Cromwell instructed, fixing his keen eyes on the sorceress.

Fiona's lips curled into a sly smile. "They won't know what hit them. My illusions will have them spinning in circles."

Lastly, Cromwell addressed Eli. "And Eli, you are our last line of defense. Absorb any magical attacks and use them to fuel the containment spells. Your role is crucial; do not underestimate the chaos of a battlefield."

Eli nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of his responsibility.

"Remember, this mission is about more than just proving yourselves," Cromwell concluded, his voice taking on a graver tone as he surveyed his team. "It's about securing the future of human magic. These creatures, if left unchecked, could be the undoing of all we've strived for. We capture them, we study them, and we learn how to stop them. Any questions?"

The team remained silent, their expressions set in grim determination. They understood the stakes—too high for doubts or moral hesitations.

"Very well. Prepare your gear and review the dossiers on each target. We leave at dawn," Cromwell commanded, dismissing the group with a wave.

As the team dispersed, their footsteps echoing softly in the corridor, Cromwell turned back to the map. His finger traced the paths to Grimwood's School, a dark grin spreading across his face. The hunt was on, and he was certain of their success. For in his mind, the ends always justified the means, especially when the safety and supremacy of human magic were on the line.

In this chilling gathering, the lines were drawn, not just on the map but in the hearts and minds of those involved. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test not only the skills and wits of Cromwell's team but also the strength and unity of the Ghoul Girls and their unlikely ninja teacher.


In the quiet aftermath of the harrowing attack on Grimwood's School by the Magus Institute, Miss Grimwood, the venerable headmistress of the school, prepared to formally report the incident to the monster world's authorities. Her office, a room lined with shelves filled with ancient spell books and artifacts, was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single desk lamp.

Miss Grimwood sat behind her aged oak desk, papers neatly stacked and several forms laid out in front of her. The forms were official Monster World Authority (MWA) Incident Report sheets, required to be filled out in triplicate to ensure all details were correctly logged and actionable.

The phone beside her buzzed quietly, and she picked up the receiver, her voice calm but with an undercurrent of sternness. "This is Miss Grimwood, headmistress of Grimwood's Finishing School. I need to report an attack on my institution by human magus operatives."

"Understood, Miss Grimwood. Please hold for Officer Grendel," came the crisp, professional reply. Moments later, a deeper, gravelly voice greeted her. "Officer Grendel here, I understand there has been an incident. Could you please provide the details from the beginning?"

Miss Grimwood nodded to herself, organizing her thoughts. "At approximately 1900 hours yesterday, as dusk approached, an outpost housing we use for training and field trips was assaulted by a group from the Magus Institute. They employed dark magic and physical restraints in an attempt to kidnap my students."

"Can you specify the nature of these restraints and magic used, Miss Grimwood?" Officer Grendel's pen scratched across paper audibly over the phone.

"They used combat spells and blood, designed to suppress my girls' abilities. Additionally, there were hexes placed around our perimeter to disorient and weaken. A member of my staff that was with them at the time intervened before any of the students could lose their lives, but the trauma inflicted was substantial."

Officer Grendel grunted, "Were there any injuries or significant damages to your property, ma'am?"

"Thankfully, no permanent physical injuries. Psychological assessments are ongoing. The property sustained minor damage, including a breached security barrier," Miss Grimwood replied, her hand jotting down some notes of her own.

"Please ensure you fill out the Magical Interference Form and the Property Damage Claim in full; attach them with your initial report. We'll need to send an investigative team to collect ambient magical residues and inspect those barriers," Officer Grendel instructed.

Miss Grimwood pulled the aforementioned forms towards her, beginning to fill them out meticulously. "I will have those ready for your team. When can I expect them?"

"We are dispatching them first thing tomorrow morning. They will conduct interviews, collect evidence, and provide a magical assessment of the residual energies. This will help us track the origins of the spells used and potentially identify the perpetrators through magical signatures," explained Grendel.

"That is most thorough, Officer. I have security wards and several enchanted artifacts that were tampered with; they may serve as significant evidence in your investigation," Miss Grimwood added, marking these items on the Evidence Submission Log.

"Excellent, Miss Grimwood. Please secure those items in a Non-Tamper Magical Container. Our team will have a forensic mage specialize in artifact curses and spells with them," said Officer Grendel.

Miss Grimwood noted all this diligently, preparing the necessary containers and documentation. "Lastly, Officer, I request that an MWA Protection Detail be provided until this matter is resolved. The safety of my students is paramount."

"Understood. I'm submitting a request for a Protection Detail now. They will be stationed at the property within 24 hours and will remain until the threat is neutralized," Officer Grendel confirmed.

"Thank you, Officer Grendel, for your prompt and decisive actions," Miss Grimwood concluded, her tone relieved yet still tinged with concern.

"You're welcome, Miss Grimwood. We take these matters very seriously. Rest assured, we will do everything in our power to resolve this situation and bring those responsible to justice," he assured her.

With the call ended, Miss Grimwood hung up the phone, her gaze sweeping over the forms and documents spread before her. She meticulously gathered each sheet, checking them over once more before sealing them in an official MWA envelope which would be collected by the investigative team.

As she worked, her mind was not just on the attack but on the days ahead. The resilience of her students, the strength of her staff, and the support of the Monster World Authorities reassured her.