I stood quietly in the shade outside the compound wall of the main family, watching the children from the clan head toward the Ninja Academy in groups of three or five. Then I went back to waiting for the person from the main family I belonged to. It had become a habit of mine, and she had a habit of being late.
I'd been transported to the world of Naruto for nearly five years. Unfortunately, I had never learned any qigong or martial arts, had no ability to create weapons generations ahead of their time, and certainly wasn't a genius. So I was just an ordinary, unremarkable person.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
