After I transmigrated into the world of Hokage, I became the lowest-level cannon fodder Genin, barely able to refine chakra.
I thought I was destined to die on the battlefield, until I made an unexpected discovery: my blood could devour any and all ninjutsu.
When Konoha High Command saw me as a monster and Akatsuki wanted to capture me as a test subject, I smiled.
“The ninjutsu you pride yourselves on is nothing more than nourishment to me.”
Then that man stood before me, my reflection in his Rinnegan.
“Your power does not belong to this world.”
