Konoha, still riddled with transmigrators
On a perfectly ordinary night, I opened a certain ninja mobile game, ready for a satisfying battle.
Reality taught me that gaming before bed is bad for your health.
After losing ten matches in a row, I lost my mind and started destroying my account.
I spent all my coins, melted down every piece of gear, reset my stats to zero, and finally deleted my character...
When I tried to close my game account, I realized the phone number that received verification texts had long since been disconnected. So I just uninstalled the game instead.
Finally, I felt better. I went to bed happy.
Then I had a strange dream.
It seemed like someone was demanding to know why I'd left.
What are you babbling about? I can't understand you, buddy. You're starting to freak me out.
When I woke up, I was standing in Konoha: ...?
Not a penny to my name.
Couldn't speak the language.
And my body wasn't in great shape, either.
The scariest part was that nobody knew who I was.
Me: ...You rotten game company, you've done nothing but evil!
[Third-person narration]
Oh, right, it really is that game. You can probably guess which one even without me naming it. (dog holding a rose)
As for who the male lead is, I've already decided. That's right, it's Lord Tobirama, the copyright master, number one Uchiha hater, most fashionable man of the Warring States era, and tsundere tendencies are so last season.
Still a sweet little story. I'll try to keep the logic intact and avoid going out of character.
(A grudge-fueled work written after getting my butt kicked) (insults) (I want to use a terrible pun, but I'll resist)
Theme: Don't get addicted to games
