As soon as the lid of the instant noodles was lifted, seven-year-old Uzumaki Naruto was pulled into a starry sky. A middle-aged man who called himself Masashi Kishimoto smiled and touched his head and said that you can become Hokage in the future. Seventy volumes of comics were piled at his feet. He squatted down and read through his life page by page. When I woke up, the instant noodles were still steaming. He slurped the noodles and walked into the cold sewer. Kyuubi's vertical pupils narrowed through the iron fence.
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I'm role-playing from beginning to end, and I have less and less desire to watch.
I'm role-playing from beginning to end, and I have less and less desire to watch.