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Naruto: The White Spider

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A young 12-year-old boy is mysteriously reincarnated into the world of Naruto and arrives in the Hidden Leaf Village with the memories of his past life intact. But when he's only 8 years old in this new life, his parents, outsiders who had hoped for a peaceful life in the village, are tragically killed during a trip outside the hidden leaf's walls when their son is still young. Now left as an orphan, Shirokumo enters the Ninja Academy with little more than his wits and a strong determination to survive. To be quite frank, life in the academy is anything but easy. As an outsider, Shirokumo faces scorn and ridicule from both his peers and teachers who see him as nothing more than an unwanted orphan. Even worse, his lack of natural talent makes him seem destined to fail as a ninja. Who would care for someone like that? And to make matters even more dire, Shirokumo soon realizes the time period he's been born into: the Second Great Shinobi War is on the horizon, and he has all but four or so years to prepare for it. He realizes this because he's in the same class as a young Namikaze Minato, which means he's likely to be swept into the horrors of war at an age when he should be enjoying his childhood. No Talent No High-Standing Family Background No Cheat Skills No System How will Shirokumo survive all on his own in this cruel world of Shinobi? Read along to see him become the White Spider of the Leaf! (P.S. Weak-to-Strong MC and No Harem, I'll be taking my time with developing him so don't expect a character that is gonna be broken from the get go. This will be a slow burner, and if that doesn't strike your fancy you can move along to the next webnovel.)
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