[Prince of Tennis] I Didn't Push Him

Oh, come on, what's with this? Even if transmigration is all the rage these days, there was no need for me to transmigrate in the blink of an eye! I was just tired from playing on the computer and closed my eyes for a quick nap.

Hey, you, white-haired guy with the orange-peel face. Yes, I'm talking to you. Why are you looking at me so guiltily? What did you do to me? Confess and you'll be punished lightly; resist and you'll be punished even more harshly.

A prize? Yeah, right. Who forces people to accept a prize? I don't want to transmigrate, but you're making me do it anyway.

Copy my soul? I can still live a perfectly good life in the real world. Sounds pretty nice.

So, where am I transmigrating to? Prince of Tennis? No way, I want to go to Naruto, Bleach, or a wuxia world. What am I supposed to do in a world where everyone only knows tennis, when I'm a wuxia-loving action junkie?

Compensation with powers from Naruto? Fine. Wait, what? I have to draw lots? Seeing the words "super strength," I watched a flock of crows fly past. Are you kidding me? I want the Sharingan! I want Ice Release kekkei genkai! I want...

I raised my middle finger. Even gods can be this unprofessional? He actually tricked me. As I fell, I kept looking down on that creepy old man.

Author's note: 1. There'll be princes, romance, and comedy. Passionate scenes, on the other hand, will have to be censored.

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