After dying in an accidental misstep, he was tossed by a god into the world of Naruto. The Hagoromo clan? A descendant of the Sage of Six Paths? Two scrolls of secret techniques?
Kaguya gradually grew into a foxlike handsome man, with a gender-swapped Madara at his side, all the tailed beasts turned into beast-eared lolis... and a crowd of girls behind him. Kaguya, who understood every aspect of being a man, felt a little overwhelmed.
"Madara... Kaguya-hime has been misbehaving again lately. Take her to my bedroom. Oh, and you don't have to leave either..." Kaguya said to Madara.
"Oh, Yuji, stop clinging to me. We can make little foxes together another time." Kaguya pushed Yuji away as she threw herself at him.
"Tsunade, I don't mean to criticize you... Stop eating so much pumpkin... You already think you're... Uh, never mind, keep eating. Oh, and don't forget to call Yiyi. You two can see if you can get any bigger." Kaguya looked at Tsunade, who was eating pumpkin.
With so many girls, Kaguya felt completely helpless. Kaguya's favorite...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Well! I have been crying since I have not read this novel. I remember that before I read this novel, I was a poor man. I stepped on Pangu's fist and punched Hongjun. The Three Pure Ones achieved the Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian and transcended the world. Now I look at the huge ant in front of me and want to say one sentence. The author, I fuck you, the second uncle.
I'm really speechless. The whole article is stinky and long, and the breakpoints are not clear and jump around. You, the author, made such a good setting like this. I just want to say something about you. I bought a watch last year.
I want to ask, does the breakup in Chapter 1 have any meaning?
The young author has been ill for three or four years. . . . .
The author's understanding that everything can be mothered and everything can be received achieves the state of transformation.
Do you think of the Madara heroine? . . . . . The forehead is bigger