I transmigrated into Naruto, bringing the Navy’s greatest fighting force with me.
In Konoha, while everyone else trains in hand signs, I’m studying the spectrum of lasers.
While everyone else carries out life-or-death missions, I’m figuring out how to slack off without getting caught and clock out on time.
I’m not interested in fighting. I just want to drink hot tea and bask in the sun every day.
That is, until the night of the Nine-Tails, when I stretched and a beam of light pierced the night sky.
That is, until the Chunin Exams, when I yawned and kicked the rampaging One-Tail away at the speed of light.
That is, until the Five Kage Summit, when I turned into light in front of everyone and lightly tapped a finger:
“Starting a war will make my workload skyrocket... I’ll convey this anger at the speed of light.”
Years later, when the Otsutsuki return, the Allied Shinobi Forces are driven to despair.
I merely raise a hand at an unhurried pace and smile at Naruto and Sasuke beside me:
“Young people these days really are something, huh~”
“But what comes next...”
“...might be a little ‘dazzling.’”
