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Naruto: The Eraserhead of Suna

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Shota Aizawa was a tired soul in his past life, the kind of man who’d rather nap through the apocalypse than save the world. Then he died… and got reincarnated into Naruto. Now he’s born in Sunagakure, the weakest of the Five Great Shinobi Villages. The land of sand, wind, and terrible employment benefits. But Shota has one simple dream: > “To live a lazy, peaceful life where no one bothers me.” Unfortunately, lazy lives require strong villages… and strong villages require strong shinobi. So, our man reluctantly decides to make both happen but not because he’s motivated. He’s just too tired to die again. Luckily for him, he’s got a cheat code: the Quirk “Erasure.” Yes, that Erasure. The same one that cancels quirks in My Hero Academia. Except here, it cancels chakra. Pain yells, “Shinra Tensei!” ...and just stands there with his arms out like he’s waiting for a hug. Obito tries to phase away with Kamui, only to eat a Fireball Jutsu to the face. “WHAT THE HELL, THAT’S ILLEGAL!” Onoki was soaring majestically through the sky until he fell from the sky and shouted, “MY BACKKK!” Even Madara himself smirks and says, “Stop the meteor, boy!” And Shota just tilts his head and asks, “Which meteor?” -- It's original and not a translation -- No Harem -- Mc is a transmigrated from Earth with the same name as Shota
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